#and then today my other friend came over to body double for me while I start packing to move

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

not to sound like a broken record but i love my friends so fucking much

[onskepa]

Hi! I saw your mother day event post. And oils I request a peace were Jake and Neytiri have a human mate who just became a mom and they wanted to do something special for her? If not that’s fine!? Love your writing. Have a nice day

(Sorry about my English it isn’t my first language)

Hellooooooooooo! So for this one, who is baby mama's kid, I am leaving that ambiguous! You use your imagination on who really is her child! Enjoy!

P.S: I will still use the term small mama for this, I wont say if this is connected to the pinnacle or not, do what you like.

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What a wonderful day

When their child was born, all three mates were happy. Beyond happy. A new life formed from their love. Jake, neytiri and small mama were so blessed! Three children, 2 from their blood and one from their long dear friend. With time and lots of patience the family grew bigger and bigger. With a big family, it is hard to take time for themselves. Especially small mama, who is a recent mother to their wonderful, beautiful baby. 

It wasn't until neytiri brought a suggestion to jake. Why not give small mama a day to herself? A day where she feels that her hard work is appreciated and noticed. For a while after giving birth to their little one, small mama seems a bit exhausted and tired. First time mothering is not an easy task. 

So, together, jake nad neytiri began to plan a whole free day just for their dearest mate.

The rays of sunlight hit small mama’s eyelids, instinctively waking her up. Blinking away the sleepiness, she rose up. Stretching her body as her bones crack, groaning out loud with a smile. Eywa has blessed her to see another beautiful day. 

She turns to see her little one still snoozing away. Wrapping a small blanket around her baby, she heads to check on the other little ones. Her baby was still too small to be sleeping with the others in the pile. According to her beloved neytiri, 3 years is a good age to join the pile. 

Small mama heads over to the cooking area only to find neytiri starting to cook. Neytiri notices her and smiles widely. Giving the food a stir, she gets up and hugs her mate tightly. “Good morning my love, have you slumbered well?” Neytiri asks softly, her eyes glimmering from the sunlight making her more beautiful with a bright glow. Seeing her as such make small mama blush at the beauty before her. 

Small mama nodded while letting a few squeaks escape her lips. Neytiri found it cute and shared a lovely morning kiss. 

“You woke up just in time, food is almost ready” 

Looking around, small mama notices something, “Where is jake?” she asks. 

“Jake will return soon, he needs to bring something important” neytiri answers with a sly grin on her face. 

This made small mama curious, knowing Jake might bring something to complete the breakfast meal. 

“Do you need help?” small mama asks. Her lover shakes her head, “I am fine. You just relax my love. Today you don't have to do anything”. 

“Eh?” 

Small mama was now confused, nothing? 

“That is right babe” 

The sound of Jake's voice was heard behind her, leaning down jake gives a kiss on small mama’s lips, doubling her blush. 

“Wait wait, nothing?” she asks. 

Jake gives a light kiss to neytiri as he hands her some ingredient that she pours in the cooking pot. 

“We have decided to give you a day off. Ever since you had our baby, you have been exhausted and also taking care of the other kids. A break will do you good "Jake answers easily. Neytiri agrees with him. 

Thinking over what they said, small mama feels happy but still slightly worried. 

“By nothing, you mean nothing nothing?” she asks, still slightly unsure. 

“Well we do have some things planned out for you. You can say you are free from any form of duties. And trust me babe, you are going to love what we have in store for you "Jake says a bit flirtingly. 

Oh, now small mama can't wait~ 

Breakfast came and went, small mama fed her baby while also spoon feeding her other children who randomly felt the need to be fed by her like they were infants themselves. Neytiri and jake just loved and took in every second that small mama doing her thing with the kids. She was natural and had a lovely glow. Giving that true ethereal look, something heavenly to look upon. 

Despite the heavy protest from their children, they were to be under the care of mo’at who happily accepted her grandbabies. 

Still unsure of what Jake and Neytiri have in secret for small mama, but she can't help but feel happy to just have a full day to herself and spend some quality time with her lovers. 

“Come come!” neytiri happily leads small mama towards zeze [she lives in this one!] but jake was frowning. “Awe, what's the matter big baby?” small mama teases. 

Neytiri chuckles, smirking a bit, “ma’jake, just for one flight. Then you may have her” she said. 

Jake shrugs and sighs in defeat, “alright, one flight” 

45 minutes later 

“NOW?!” Jake shouts as he and neytiri fly through the hallelujah mountains, small mama  being happily snuggled against neytiri’s chest. It was one long flight and jake was beginning to miss the feel of his little mate. So deciding on a little break is needed. Their ikrans need to re-energize. 

When settling down and calming from the rush, small mama hopped down from seze until jake’s strong arms engulfed her, making her shriek a bit. “JAKE!” she shouts, but jake could care less. 

He laughs loudly as he spins her around, neytiri shouting at him in fear he will hurt small mama in some way. As if jake would ever do such a thing. He would never hurt his little mate. 

“Here you go babe, a ripe one just for you” jake offers some ripe fruit to small mama whom happily accepts his offering. A lunch break was in the midst, giggling together, thinking back to some funny memory they can recall. Lunch was definitely a good one. 

“Hope you are not to tired, we still have more surprises for you” 

Small mama looks over at her mates, still a bit surprised. 

“Just how much or how long have you planned this?” she asks, jake and neytiri look at each other before turning back to look at her. “Dont worry about it, just enjoy this day”. 

Taking a mindful bite, small mama continues to look at her mates, while she shouldn't complain about their dedication to this, she still cant help but wonder. 

Up at the Hallelujah mountains, deep in some connected caves, there are areas that have wonderful cave pools. That natural waterfalls create beautiful vegetation that doesnt ground on the bottom lands. In one of the cave pools, that is where the trio went. To use one of them as their bathing spot. 

It is one of small mama’s favorite spots. 

So of couse they brought her there. 

“This is so cool!” small mama says rather loudly, letting her voice echo through the cave walls. 

“Well what are you waiting for?” 

With a slight push of encouragement, small mama dived into the blue water. Letting the cool temperature wrap her body, the crisp of the taste and atmosphere brought great joy to small mama. Coming up for air, she sees jake and neytiri admiring the beauty before them. 

“Well? What are you waiting for?” small mama repeats what jake said. Without being told twice, her loves join in. Swimming together, splashing one another, bathing together. It was a bliss that small mama would treasure forever. It brought back the nights they spent together before their children arrived. When they had more time together. Being able to enjoy quality time and be as romantic as they wanted. 

Truly, small mama couldn't ask for better mates or a better day. Such a wonderful treat they were giving her.

Night arrived and the whole family were back together in their home. The children themselves had a long day of fun games and activities, mo’at tired them out and soundlessly asleep they were.

Small mama, neytiri and jake cuddle together as they stargaze the glittery night sky.

“Thank you….for everything” small mama whispers.

“We thought you could use a little break,” Jake replied.

Small mama slightly shakes her head, “no, its more than that. Thank you for loving me, being part of your lives. Giving me a chance to be a mother to not just my child but yours as well neytiri. I love you both so much, because of you two, today was a wonderful day. And a wonderful life”

Neytiri wanted to cry a bit, feeling emotional from her lover’s words. The two na’vi hold small mama tighter, enjoying her scent, her warmth, her presence. Like small mama, they too thank her for completing their lives and making it much livelier.

Aaaaaaaand that is all for this one! I hope you liked it! Until next time! See ya!

[bweeeb]

DOUBLES

Art Donaldson x Reader

Warnings: Patrick Zweig x Reader x Tashi Duncan x Art Donaldson. Dirty talk, mention of sex, obviously Patrick wanting to get more attention and Tashi being the same.

Summary: Stopping by Patrick and Art's room wasn't Y/n and Tashi's plan, but in the end Y/n was happy with the end of the night.

Being used to something was different from being okay with it. Being in the shadows of Tashi Duncan was what you were used to, and you tried to say you were okay with it too.

You and Tashi had been friends for as long as you could remember, but the difference in your personalities was easily recognized. Tashi Duncan had no fear of doing anything; she believed in what she did. It wasn’t that you didn't believe in yourself; it was just that the confidence was there...somewhere. — I think if you believed you could hit it, the ball would go over the net. You and Tashi had had a game in the afternoon, and the only mistake you made was enough for Tashi to bother you for the rest of the day until now.

— I missed one ball, Tashi. Give me a break. You were starting to get a headache from your friend's complaints.

— I'm just saying. Tashi shrugged as she headed to the dance floor, leaving you alone, looking at Duncan’s back as she walked away.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, heading for a drink to cool your body. Once you got what you wanted, you walked to one of the tables and looked at the Adidas poster featuring you alone in one, Tashi alone in another, and in the middle, both of you together representing the brand. You weren’t one to think much of yourself, but you agreed that you looked as hot in those photos as you did now, wearing the white mini skirt set and corset.

— Hey, I'm Patrick Zweig.

— I'm Art Donaldson.

Your attention was drawn from the posters when the voices of both tennis players reached you.

— I know who you are, I saw your last match; you play well. You complimented, smiling at both of them, who seemed dazed.

— Ah, yeah... Patrick said while smiling, and before he could finish, Art cut him off with his words.

— Yeah, but you two today, it was an incredible game.

— Thanks.

You smiled shyly.

— No, seriously, that wasn’t even tennis; it was something completely different.

— If you ask Tashi, she'll say it was a disaster, but it's okay, thank you anyway. You laughed, lowering your gaze to your feet briefly when the look from both boys in front of you started to intimidate you. You swore they might attack you right there, in a good way.

— So, I heard you got into Stanford.

— Yeah, how do you know?

— Tashi and I kind of saw it on the list after we got in. You said and glanced at Patrick, who seemed uncomfortable with the little interaction you had with him.

— Aren’t you going to major in anything? Patrick asked, bringing a smile to his face once again.

— Not yet, probably not together; we don't know yet.

— Are you on Facebook? Patrick asked randomly, and you smiled at him while raising your eyebrows briefly; he wanted your number.

— He's asking for your number, and so am I. Art clarified your thoughts in seconds, and a mischievous smile fell on your lips. You didn’t even know where your confidence was coming from, but you liked it.

— You both want my number?

— Yeah. Patrick agreed and laughed.

— Is this a sexual fantasy of a threesome or something? I don't want to be a home-wrecker.

— Whatever you want. Patrick said once again, taking a step forward, and Art looked quickly at his friend, imitating the movement.

— Patrick has a girlfriend. Art said, and Patrick glared at his friend.

— I don't have...

— Okay, I think I should go, but I'll see you around.

With that, you smiled once more at them, and a call from Tashi came from behind them, saying you two would take pictures. As you left, Art and Patrick smiled at each other, watching you and Tashi.

— I think we scared her. Art squinted, checking you out from head to toe.

— I'd let her fuck me, anyway, brother. Patrick groaned, and Art smiled slyly.

— Not just with a tennis racket?

— The racket I leave for Tashi Duncan.

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It was past midnight, and there you were next to Tashi, knocking on the door of room 206 at the hotel where Art and Patrick were staying. The invitation came to you through Tashi, and it didn’t surprise you that they also asked for her number.

— They didn't believe we’d come. You said, and Tashi laughed.

— No, not at all. She said as the door opened, revealing Art and Patrick's clear figures, surprised to see you two there.

— Hi. You two were led to the center of the room, which had the window open, beer on the desk, and a messy king-sized bed.

Sitting on the floor, you leaned your back against the bed next to Art, who did the same, while Patrick and Tashi sat side by side facing you. — So, how do you... Tashi began to ask as she took a sip of her beer and handed it to you.

— We've always been roommates. Patrick said, and Art concluded:

— Boarding school. Since we were 12 years old. Have you ever thought about doing something like that?

— Boarding school? No, I couldn’t afford it, and my parents would never put me in an environment like that. Tashi shook her head, and you laughed.

— They wouldn't put you because my parents scared yours with that. You said, and Tashi laughed, agreeing.

— Why? What would your parents be afraid of?Patrick asked, smiling at you as Art did.

— Well, I went when I was fifteen, and it lasted for a year. My roommate got pregnant, and then another girl took her place, and she got pregnant too. So my parents started to think I influenced the girls to go out with boys and, I don’t know, get pregnant. You laughed along with the three on the floor.

— I remember, they were so mad when you came back that I thought you had actually slept with everyone. Tashi said, laughing along with you and the boys, who smiled as if they had found a gold mine.

— And did you really? Patrick was the one who asked again.

— Nahh, I was never really the slutty type.

— You've always been the observer as far as I can remember. Tashi pointed out, and you agreed.

— And you two, do you usually do this a lot? Tashi asked, and they laughed.

— What? Oh no. Art shook his head, but Patrick's look said otherwise.

— There was one time.

— No. Art shook his head, hiding his face in his hands next to you.

— Now you have to tell. You said, and Art looked at you before meeting his friend again.

— Okay, go ahead, tell.

— I kind of taught Art how to jerk off.

— Your puberty came before mine, and mine came at the right time, in my opinion. Art protested, looking at you, who smiled.

— And like, did you jerk off each other or... Tashi began to speak, and Art shook his head along with Patrick, who laughed.

— Each one in his own bed, jerking off alone. Art said, and you laughed at his look.

— And did you stay quiet? You asked, curious, and they laughed. Art seemed much more embarrassed than Patrick about the situation, and you found that cute.

— No, we were talking about a girl.

— Kat Zimmermann.

— That's right.

— Who came first? Tashi asked, and Art lowered his head, shaking it quickly, unlike Patrick, who pointed at his friend at the first opportunity.

— I don't remember.

— He did.

— And then? You asked this time, and Art looked at you once again that night.

— Art came on his belly and was covered in cum, it was...— Patrick laughed as he commented, causing a general laugh.

— I forgot to explain that part to him.

— Uhm, it's even kind of cute; it reminds me of us... Tashi said, looking at you, who smiled, starting to feel your cheeks turn red.

— Uhum.

— Okay, story now, it's only fair. Art asked, and you felt on your heels as Tashi did. And it was almost inevitable for you to notice how Art and Patrick’s eyes dropped to your more exposed body now, the tip of your breast appearing against the thin fabric of the green blouse you wore and the gray shorts that rode up with your thigh. You and Tashi were different, not only mentally but also physically. You had more breasts, butt, and thighs; Tashi had always been slimmer, with a toned body.

— I kind of taught Y/n how to suck a dick too. — Tashi explained, and both saw the boys’ eyes focus on the story. — We were camping, and I had a boyfriend. He said he thought Y/n was hot, and I told her, you're going to learn to suck a dick. —

— Ugh, hearing it like that makes it sound like I wanted your boyfriend. You groaned in disgust, and Tashi laughed, pushing you.

— Relax.

— And did you learn? Art asked, and your face turned to him with a smile.

— I don't know, do you want to see? You asked, and Art opened his mouth in shock while Tashi looked at you as surprised as the boys.

— I take back what I said, you are very slutty, girl She said, glancing sideways at you.

— Alright, the beer is gone. You said, feeling your shyness return to your body.

— Do you remember the time we shared a room after the spring dance? Duncan turned to you with a suggestive look at the situation.

— Uhm?

Tashi smiled at you, giving a quick glance towards the boys who were trying to understand the conversation through your looks. Standing up, Tashi grabbed your hand, and you immediately made a face that made Tashi mimic your expression.

— Come on, I like the slutty Y/n better than the frowning one. I know you want this. She murmured to you, and you smiled, laughing afterward.

— Fine, just because I really do want it. — You said back and sat on the bed with a mischievous look directed at the two boys on the floor. Tashi sat next to you, and with a glance at you, both patted the sides of the bed, indicating they should get up.

— Come here. You said, and Tashi smiled, hearing the change in your voice. She knew you had a badass confidence inside you, you just were afraid to show it.

— Which one of us do you…— Art began to ask, but Patrick quickly got up and sat beside you, leaving Art to sit next to Tashi.

You leaned falsely towards Patrick, who moved towards you slowly, and you quickly backed away, seeing that Tashi had done the same with Art. You two glanced at each other and shrugged, getting closer, you both kissed slowly and for a short period, but long enough to make Patrick and Art adjust their boxers, feeling aroused by the scene in front of them.

When you separated, your lips instantly met Patrick's, and his hand tangled in your soft, golden hair. He kissed you desperately and needily. When you pulled back, his gaze remained on you until your body crawled back seductively towards Art, who was already waiting for you. Without much thought, you swung your leg over him and sat on his lap before finally joining your lips with his. The kiss with Art was calmer, equally needy like Patrick's, but he was more careful with the way he held your hair between his fingers or how he squeezed you. You liked that more. Your hips moved back and forth, and Art couldn't help but moan into the kiss. The scene of you two making out caught Patrick and Tashi's attention, who pulled apart and smiled at each other, observing Art's hands on your butt while you ground against him nonstop.

— Fuck. Patrick moaned, and Tashi squinted, confused by your sudden confidence. She wanted you to let loose, but not to steal the spotlight.

— Hey, I think we should go. Tashi cleared her throat, and you and Art snapped out of your bubble. You climbed off his lap, feeling your cheeks flush.

— Totally, you guys have a final tomorrow. You murmured and smiled at the two, who quickly stood up.

— Will you… be there tomorrow? Art asked, swallowing hard with the sensation of his erection pulsing in his shorts.

— We'll see who wins. Tashi said, pulling you out of the room and leaving the two of them breathless and with a little problem to solve.

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Requests are open✨

[ihrtsimi]

— all you need ;

→ pairing — minlix + m!reader

→ summary — felix and minho have been secretly watching over the supposed boy of each of their dreams. when they each finally get the courage to corner their boy and take what’s theirs, they realize that they’ve been in love with the same man.

→ genre — smut

→ warnings — extreme kinks (like very extreme, please be cautious), stalking, threesomes, cnc, bimbofication / mindbreaking, double penetration, degrading praise, god + master honorifics, oral (reader receiving and giving), domtop!minlix and subbottom!reader

→ word count — 2.45k

→ author’s note — oh boy, this is my first smut and i’m starting right out the gate with some heavy kinks! i saw this req by @nxthnii and just HAD to write it.

→ song (s) currently stuck in my head —

i can transform ya by chris brown feat. swizz beatz + lil wayne

i’m coming back to you.

so i really hope that you don’t mind.

i know you want me too.

even though you’re not mine,

you got that look in your eyes.

there were two things ruminating in minho’s brain at the moment: how undeniably horny he was and how breathtakingly beautiful you looked in the cheeky polaroid of you he was currently masturbating to. he didn’t even realize how he got here. from his perspective, the picture of you and his cock just landed in his grip, and he wasn’t complaining. it didn’t take him long to finish, his mind cloudy and swirling with the imprinted image of his favorite person in his mind as he lie underneath his silk sheets. he couldn’t sit in his filth for too long before jumping up and heading into the shower. even though the water was piping hot, his bare body was cold; the loneliness and craving for you overwhelming him so badly that he grabbed his phone charging on his bathroom’s mahogany countertop to call the only contact in his phone, his friend felix.

“hello?” felix answered sleepily, despite it being 8 pm.

“i gotta get out the house, man. desperately,” minho responded, not even acknowledging the other’s greeting.

felix immediately understood, ending their conversation short after letting the other know he was on the way. it didn’t take long for him to arrive at minho’s apartment complex, a quick run up two flights of stairs and a doorbell ring away from ending up crosslegged on minho’s black leather couch. the two haven’t spoken in a minute, their individually busy schedules preventing them. yet, conversation came easy. two hours of talking eventually led down the path of relationships, a topic the two men haven’t spoken about before.

“so… how’s dating going? any current prospects up for the love of the illustrious lee minho?” felix joked, his arms rested behind his head while his short fingers toyed with his blond locks.

minho never knew how to respond to that question. how does he admit publicly that he’s been stalking the same boy for three years and is deluded enough to think they’ll one day be together?

“nothing much, you know.. just.. hanging.” was the answer he ended up giving felix, his mind blank before clearing his throat to reciprocate the question.

“i’ve been thinking about this one guy,” felix started, “he goes to my gym and i stare at him while he weight trains.” felix gushed, his eyes glistening as a rose tint began to pepper his cheeks. “it sucks, though. i don’t know his name. but, i know that he works at this coffee shop up the street, and i was planning on going there today to see if i could ask him out!”

felix watched minho’s cat like lips curl up into a smirk. he began understandingly, “i think you should go after him.” felix’s eyes widened, “are you sure, hyung? i know you wanted some company.” minho nodded in response, beginning to stand and collect his belongings to leave his apartment. “i definitely do. i have something…,” he paused to check his watch for the time, “…that i need to do myself. so, go! have your fun.” felix jumped up giddily, rushing to grab his things before rushing out with a ‘bye!’

as minho laid in the overgrown bushes of the the apartment complex that was now so familiar to him later that night, his eyes darted around frantically. he knew where you worked. he knew where you slept. and, he waited for you every night. he knew what times you left and came, watching protectively to assure you arrived home safe. felix had left his apartment about 30 minutes ago, and right when he left, it was time for minho to arrive at his watchful post. he assumed today’s schedule was no different as he sat and waited, checking his apple watch occasionally as time passed by.

9:30…

10:00…

10:30…

11:00….

this was uncharacteristic of you. usually, you’d be home by 10:15. minho’s watch, phone, and patience we’re slowly draining, and his irritation only worsened when he saw your figure stumbling drunkily towards your front door with… someone else? if he expected anything, it definitely wasn’t that. he’d been observing your every move for years, and you weren’t the type to get blasted after work and rush home in the after hours with a random stranger. his mind was racing, thoughts flooding him as he flowed through his concurrent emotions. after irritation, however, came anger. anger that you would dare promiscuously flaunt yourself around. that you would dare have him worried sick about your well-being. that you dare be with anyone else but him.

it didn’t take long after seeing you enter the building before he followed earnestly behind, his eyes low and passionate as he tried to get a good look of the man you were with, the man he would have to eliminate. soon enough, he was at your front door. with shaky hands, he reached in his pocket for the secret key that he owned to your apartment and unlocked the door, his eyes wide with shock as he walked in and shut the door behind himself.

there you were. on your knees for the stranger with his cock deep down your throat. the overhead fixture gleaming brightly as it exposed your perverted state on your kitchen floor. the stranger’s hand on your chin as he sat at your table, your eyes glistening— drunk, and fucked out, and the thick cock of the man taking what belonged to minho. he didn’t know how to address this situation. should he cough? run up and shove himself down your throat? go grab a knife and attack the stranger? his mind was in complete survival mode; territorially wanting to put a stop to his worst nightmare. his brain fumbled through these few options before just deciding to go up and make the stranger reveal himself.

minho rushed over, shoving the other man aggressively. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his vision and the figures in front of him growing hazy in the heat of his rage. once his eyes settled, the sound he almost let out was abysmal. the stranger was none other than lee felix. he didn’t know how to react, his throat suddenly dry while he attempted to speak.

“f-felix…?” he croaked, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. felix was equally as stunned. he hadn’t a clue what was going on. after leaving minho’s apartment, he rushed to the cafe where you worked, barely catching you before you left. the two of you chatted for a while before ending up at the bar two blocks from your apartment. it was felix’s idea to head to the bar instead of the much closer restaurant, and if you asked, he wouldn’t tell you it was to get you drunk. but, that’s exactly what it was. after achieving his goal, he walked you home, perversely waiting for you to get drunk and horny enough after letting him in to let him ruin you. luckily for him, that was as soon as humanly possible. you sat still on your knees, your body hot and breath uneven as your drunken mind tried to process the events unfolding in front of you. part of you was terrified. how did this stranger get in? why are they upset that you're fucking felix? and why does it seem the two of them know each other?

but...

another part of you was too horny to function. your mind racing with the previous fantasies you've had of someone breaking into your apartment and fucking you senseless, and you wouldn't let this opportunity pass up. so you finally spoke.

"i can take you both," you said as you began crawling seductively until you sat prettily between the gap in the two men. they stared at each other, unable to speak. felix and minho both finally had the boy they had been pursuing underneath them, and they each wouldn't let an opportunity of their own fall through. they glanced at each other, a competing level of lust filling their looks before they moved their attention back to you.

"on your bed. arms and legs spread out. you're going to experience the fuck of a lifetime, boy," minho snarled sexily, his eyes dark as he began to walk to your bedroom. you quickly stood up, rushing towards the room feverously with felix rushing eagerly behind you. as you laid on the bed, minho began to unbuckle his belt before gesturing for felix to do the same. as minho began to tie your arms up against your bed frame, he watched you wither around. you were reaching the peak of your drunkenness and your neediness was fading, so you whined softly, begging for some kind of stimulation quickly. that earned you a smack across the face from minho, who chuckled at you darkly.

"look at you, baby. desperate for your two strangers to touch you just so you can get your perverted little climax," he spoke before leaning down to whisper in your ear, the hair on your neck standing up at the feeling of his minty breath against your hot skin, "unfortunately for you, that won't be coming so soon." instantaneously, he latched to your lips, kissing you deeply like he would never kiss anyone else ever again. the kiss was surprisingly passionate and sensitive despite the circumstances, and something about that fact lit the fire in your stomach all over again, your cock beginning to twitch just from being craved so deeply. felix just sat and watched intensely, his hand lightly palming himself before he cleared his throat to announce his presence. "pay some attention to me too, angel. i would really appreciate your help again," he started as he began to make his way to the head of the bed. he looked at minho for conformation before patting your cheek lightly as a signal for you to open wide. you opened your mouth wide with your tongue flat and eyes wide with excitement, and felix couldn't contain himself, shoving his length deep down your throat again with a guttural groan.

minho was growing increasingly jealous just watching the scene, and it only egged him on to be more aggressive. he moved his kisses down from your lips to your collarbones, sucking and biting on them so hard, you thought you were bleeding. every whimper you let out only grew his confidence, and eventually, he was all the way to your nipples, giving them the same treatment as the rest of his marks. just watching your dick get progressively harder from being faced-fuck and teased so slowly was making a tent large in minho's pants.

"i didn't know this was the boy you were talking about, felix," said minho as he kissed from your left nipple to the middle of your chest and progressively moved down your stomach. as you watched minho make his way to the spot you wanted touched the most, you shuddered which elicited a tsk from the elder.

"and i didn't know you had your eyes on anyone. i guess it's time to fight for him," felix retorted, his hand raking through your h/c strands as he held your head in place and thrusted.

"may the best man win," shrugged minho before he finally wrapped his plump pink lips around your leaking tip, sucking on it ever so slightly. "but, it seems i've already got him under my control. isn't that right, baby? tell felix how much you love when your god touches you."

"fu-fuck yes, god! i love it when you touch me," you exclaimed, your brain mushy from the stimulation. obviously, that made felix angrily thrust faster into your throat, abusing it mercilessly before growling out in his huskily deep accented voice, "well, tell your god that you only need your master, and that you only want his cock." at this point, drool was falling out of your mouth and your throat was so full you could barely speak, so all you managed to muster out was a pitiful "m-master..." before you gagged so hard felix's cock fell out of your mouth. with this time to collect yourself and gather your thoughts, you looked up to both of your domineering partners, your eyes low from being fucked silly.

"i want you both inside of me. i want you both to coat my inside with your gross fucking cum, and i want to be both of yours. please my god. please, my master. i want to feel so good," you begged as you desperately tugged on minho's pant leg.

"fucking whore. such a pretty little fuckdoll for us, right, felix," minho questioned as he watched you pull on his pants, "should we give our boy what he needs?" felix sat and pretended to ponder, hesitating only so he could hear your sounds. "i think so, hyung. why don't you take him first," felix said with a devilish smile, slapping his cock against your cheeks with a groan at the precum beading on your face before moving back around to the head of the bed and beginning to strip. minho followed suit, taking his clothes off slowly as he gave you a show. the two of them then positioned themselves on the bed in front of your wet hole with minho underneath you before he forced himself in hastily. he began thrusting at an inhuman speed, stretching you out like he was hate fucking you.

"god... you're so fucking tight, baby," minho grunted as he gripped your waist and took what belonged to him for the first time.

before long, he instructed felix, who was impatiently waiting on the side stroking himself, that he could finally fit in as well. felix immediately took the opportunity and moved in front of you and began to struggle to insert himself inside of you. after a slight readjustment, he slid himself balls deep inside of you. the two men sat still as patiently as they could to let you grow accustomed to the fullness in your stomach. they could both tell you were close and wanted to use you as much as possible until you withered for them. unexpectedly, they both began to thrust at a similarly aggressive rhythm, the feeling of both cocks fucking your insides driving you so insane, you could barely form coherent thoughts.

"nghh.. feels so so so good," you moaned shakily, your mind completely broken.

"good boy. such a good fucking boy," felix grunted as he collapsed onto his arms over you and minho's bodies, fucking into you feverishly. once you felt them both hit that specific spot in your prostate, you wailed, cumming all over both you and felix's stomach. the sight was enchanting, and made both men exclaim. "fuck, i'm gonna fucking cum!" minho moaned as you began to rock your hips into him to stimulate the men even more. "me... me too...," felix whined as they both simultaneously filled your hole to the brim with their cum.

as you all came down from your heightened states, you laid in each other's arms, catching your breath as you studied the features of the beautiful men intertwined with you. and all you could hope was that this would be happening again soon.

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

The Debreifing

Just a fun continuation of Best Friend's Brother

A/N: An excerpt of how the guys find out since BFB was well received. (I do use washcloths but for the sake of this fic, that's forgotten)

Warnings: (slight smut, might be terrible idk)

Word Count: 1.6K

The sound of your creaky shower head turning on breaks you from your haze. After breakfast, Will bent you over the counter until you came for him twice and all the energy replenished during your sleep left your body again. Even thinking about it now made your heart race. He carried you back and cleaned you up before heading to the bathroom. 

A familiar vibration fills your bed and begin looking for your phone. You find it at the edge of your bed and waste no time answering the person you’ve been waiting to call. 

“Ben-” Your whisper is bulldozed by Benny’s voice on the other end. 

“Are you the reason the wedding is called off?” Before you can answer he continues. “Melody’s been spam-calling us since last night when Will didn’t come home. And you know what’s funny? Both of your locations seem to imply that you’re in the same place.” 

“Are you done?” Although Will probably couldn’t hear you you still kept your voice low. 

“The floor is yours, and apparently Will is too.” You decide not to comment on the last part of the sentence. 

“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll tell you at your place.” You figure this is a better conversation in person.

“But-” Benny tries to interject but you end the call and slide out of your bed.

The fog in the bathroom doesn’t cover Will’s naked back, making it easy for you to ogle. He lathers himself with your rose-shaped bar soap next to the showerhead. Your hands glide around his front to help him rub it in. 

He turns to face you with suds rolling down his body. “All the cancellations have to be done in person and I gotta grab some of my shit before she burns it. Otherwise, I'd stay with you all day.” 

“It’s not like you need clothes.” Your low voice stirs his cock and he’s smart enough to run right back around.

“If you keep that up we won’t be getting anything done today.” He needs to tie up all his loose ends before completely indulging in you. 

“You started it.” You tilt your head up towards his ear while your hands dip lower.

Will keeps himself in shape and you run your soapy hands appreciatively over his v-line. The feeling of your soft hands sent his dick straight up. 

“When you walk around like this what else am I supposed to do Will?” That whiney voice gives him flashbacks to the car and he’s a goner. 

“You do whatever you want Buttercup.” With his permission your hands clasp around his shaft. Your hands glide like butter as you stroke him. 

Nothing feels better than your pert nipples pressing into his back. Nothing feels better than being with you. The way your hand strokes his tip over and over effectively distracts him until he feels your other hand cup his balls. Will’s mouth opens and he braces his hands against the wall. Your poor rose soap is forgotten on the floor. 

You bite your bottom lip at the swift pace his chest moves. He’s close. His hips jerk in that familiar pattern and you keep your pace the same. When his balls clench in your hand a low groan fills the shower. You glance around to see his seed hitting your tile in spurts. 

While Will finds his way to a steady breathing pattern, you pick up your soap and begin lathering your body. Now you’re gonna be late to Benny’s. Carefully you wash the soap off your body and keep your hair dry. 

“Not so fast,” His hands trail down your body before pulling you flush against him. 

“Uh uh,” As much as it pains you, you slide his hands off and turn. “I have to get to your brother’s.”

“Am I seeing you later?” Will lets the water beat against his back as he peers down at you. 

“If you’re not drained by the end of the day.” You cast an excited smile at him.

“I think I’m drained right now.” His double meaning isn’t lost on you. 

“Perv,” You mumble on your way out. 

You hear the slap slightly before you feel the burn on your butt cheek. Will stands at the showerhead facing your dropped jaw. He smirks down at you and you’re reminded of the hungry look he was giving you in the car last night. Quickly you head out of the bathroom to avoid another detour. 

……..............

“So you’re saying Buttercup and Ironhead slept together and he canceled the wedding because of her?” Frankie seems to be the last one to fully grasp the situation. 

Santiago knew the moment they were all helping you move in. The man practically put the whole place together for you. 

“Are we really gonna act like it’s a shock though? You saw how he grew out his facial hair because she liked it.” Pope thinks for a second and continues on his rant. “And he’s never liked any of her boyfriends, especially Greg.”

“And Greg was basically perfect for her.” Benny chimes in.

“Now that you mention it last night he wouldn’t stop looking at her when they came back from the bar.” Frankie thinks back to how Will was eyeballing you. 

“You noticed that too?” Benjamin excitedly leans forward to pick up a chocolate sprinkle donut. 

“And then when he insisted he had to take her home.” Santiago laughs while thinking of Will trying to get you alone. 

“Nearly had his hand on her ass when they left too.” After Frankie’s remark a lull settles over the once rambunctious group. 

They had no idea what happened after that until Melody called them for Will’s location. Even then they figured he was taking a much-needed break. However, when they woke this morning to find the wedding canceled a group call was made. 

Frankly, everyone was shocked at how suddenly it happened, not that it did. At least until Ben pointed out Will being at your place. Then he dropped the call and left the group scrambling for answers. 

“How much longer until she gets here?” Santi gets anxious waiting for your arrival.

“I don’t know she said thirty minutes.” Despite the chocolate donut in his hand he’s frowning.

……………………

On the way to Benny’s, you see that you’re seventeen minutes off schedule but luckily he hasn’t blown up your phone. You barely have time to think about that as you reach his door. Your hand has barely formed a fist when the door is yanked open by the youngest Miller. A mischievous smile was permanently placed on his face.

“Took you long enough,” He chastises you but your gossip will more than make up for it. 

“Shut up, it’s not like I planned this.” Benny glances at you in suspicion as none of you walk to his living room. 

Only the living room wasn’t empty like you expected. Frankie and Santiago are perched on a two-seater picking through donuts on the coffee table. One look at Benny and you know he’s behind it since he simply shrugs his shoulders. 

“We may have had a conference call after Will hung up.” Your best friend has the nerve to look sheepish. 

“I mean we’re gonna find out anyway Hermosa.” Frankie folds his hands in his lap, patiently waiting for your storytime. 

“What happened at the bar?” Benny wastes no time digging for answers.

“He asked me what I thought about Melody since I didn’t say anything at the table.” You dive in because you’ve been dying to share anyway. 

“And?” Santi leans into his sofa waiting for your answer. 

“And I called her a bitch in the nicest way possible, then I came back to the table.” Your admission is met with different expressions of cheer. 

“Mhm so that’s why he was staring you down like that, go on.” Frankie nods his head and waits for you. 

“When we got back to the table I figured I overstepped so I tried to shut up. Then he insisted on taking me home so when we were outside he corners me to tell him more. I said it really shouldn’t matter because it’s not like I’m coming from an objective place.” You pause to pick up a blueberry donut. “So he asked me what place would it be coming from and after some prying, I told him I wanted him to dump her.” 

“No.” Benny almost can’t believe you’d say any of this but his brother could put you under his spell.

“Mhm,” You take the first bite of your donut, chewing quickly before turning to Frankie and Santiago. “So he started asking me if that’s ‘all I wanted him to do’ and I said no. Finally, he drops it and takes us to the truck. The silence made me paranoid so I started saying I was ‘sorry’ for saying anything. And he’s like I'm not mad at you, it’s one thing for the guys to say it but it’s different with me.” 

You forget you’re talking to the guys until they are shocked by what you said. 

“What’s the difference?” Francisco looks close to a kicked puppy but you steer him back to the topic. 

“But he said it’s different with me, that is what’s important.” You giggle remembering Will’s charming words from last night. “Anyways, I figured he already knew how I felt so I told him. Will almost crashed the truck, he had to pull over. Then he starts yelling at me for not telling him and the next thing I know we’re making out in his truck.” 

“I thought he had to change a tire when you were on that road.” Benny sounds scandalized when he places the final piece together. 

“They were there that long?” Frankie scrunches his face at what the two of you got up to. 

“Damn Buttercup I didn’t think you had it in ya.” Santiago is amused that all it took to end that engagement was you. 

You nod since your mouth is full of the blueberry donut you’ve been holding. 

“Where’s Will now?” Santi figures he must be out too.

“Doing all the wedding cancellations.” With the blueberry donut finished you look at what’s left in the box. 

“What exactly did you do on that road?” Laughter ripples through the room at Benny's genuine concern.

[lukeywritesstuff]

Double D’s

Jamie Drysdale+Luke Hughes x reader

Desc: threesome with Jamie and Luke even tho they basically have no relation they’re just my crushes and ngl the reader is me and this is my like dreaaaaam.

Note: get it, double D’s. Double defence men. Double dicks, heheheheeeee

Warnings: sex, double pen (p in v and bum) oral (m on f, f on m) idk if the ‘devils lounge’ is a real place and if it is, whoops. Cursing, threesome, basically me being horny for these two hottie d-men.

Spending time with my friends at a club is usual for a Friday night. Tonight one friend said we should go to the ‘Devils Lounge’. Apparently it’s a club where all the New Jersey Devils hang out after games or even just on off days. Today was no different I guessed as I saw Jack Hughes sitting at the bar with 4 other guys, Nico Hischier, Luke, his brother, and 2 guys who seem to be their friends but I don’t fully recognize them.

The girls I was with caught me staring at the fivesome of guys and told me to ‘go get the group some drinks’ which is our code for ‘go talk to the cute guy you’re eying up and don’t come back unless you’ve hooked up in the bathroom or got rejected.’

I got up and adjusted my already short dress to make it seem shorter and make my boobs pop out a little more, I then walked over to the guys and leaned against the bar.

“Any of you hotties wanna hit the dance floor with me?” I asked the group. The one with the eyebrows smirked and grabbed my hand and the one I know is Luke (because who in this city doesn’t know the infamous Hughes brothers) kinda huffs like a child because he didn’t get to me first I guess. I smirk at him and say, “there’s space for one more, cmon.”

We start dancing (grinding and making out) with one another (the boys never touching too much but that was all up to them) and getting drinks that were either given to us from workers or one of the guys left to get us more drinks.

Within the next hour and a half we’ve ended up at my apartment where we’re already in my room in our underwear.

I had Jamie sucking my left tit and Luke licking my pussy through my panties. I’ve never felt this good in my life.

As Luke takes my panties off and fully starts eating me out, I look at jamie and smile, “wanna suck your dick, now.”

He takes his boxers off and I lean towards him trying not to move my bottom half too much, and I take him into my mouth trying not to hit my gag reflex too much, as I haven’t lost it yet.

“M gonna eat your ass babe.” Luke said and I moaned. “J’s so you’re prepared for both of us.” He says just before I feel his tongue drag lower than my pussy hole.

Not long after Jamie tells me he’s about to cum so I let him know he can do it in my mouth and I swallow it before showing him my empty mouth. It’s really not as bad as some people say it is. I quite like the taste.

“Sit up, want you to ride me reverse cowgirl while I fuck your ass and Jam can fuck your pussy.” Luke said before we all switched positions.

I started to lower myself on his cock instantly making the both of us moan. Once I bottomed out I had to rest for a few seconds then I started moving Jamie stopped me after about a minute to let himself into my pussy, he was able to get in much faster as my body’s more used to frontal sex (I don’t have it all the time, I’ve just never done anal, but I’ve been fucked before yk)

Instantly we came up with a rhythm for our fucking I rise on Luke and Jamie thrusts himself into me making me fall onto Luke’s cock.

Throughout the time all I heard was the guys saying things like ‘Fuck you’re so tight’ ‘fuck you feel so good on my cock’ ‘you’re so wet for me baby’ and me constantly moaning their names or some type of pet name.

And it’s like they’re both on a timer or something they’re both letting me know they’re about to bust, so I play with my clit to get closer to my orgasm quicker even though these two KNOW how to fuck. And they know well.

As if someone snapped their fingers forcing us to cum at about the same time, we did. Then they pulled out of me and we layed in my bed, one of either side of me, all of us dirty, sweaty and tired.

I swear i slept better than I’ve ever slept after that. And they were still here in the morning which made me smile.

Luke was awake and on his phone, Jamie was still asleep though.

“Morning Luke, need any Tylenol or water or anything?” I ask him which honestly killed my head to talk but I wanted to make sure my guests were comfortable too. He nodded so I threw on my panties and Luke’s shirt (since he passed it to me) and I grabbed 2 cups of water and 4 pills (I took mine while down there so it’s easier to carry) and left 2 pills and a water for Jamie when he wakes and passed Luke his because you know. He’s awake.

Neither of them left till that afternoon making sure we had each others contact information.

“Next time I’m in jersey I definitely want to see you again.” Jamie said before kissing me.

“Mmm and I’m in jersey often, so I hope to see you soon.” Luke said before spanking my ass and kissing my cheek.

Then they both leave making me lonely and horny again thinking about last night.

[lixiesstorys]

Bad, worse, the worst part 2

Sickie: Han

Trigger warnings: emeto, crying (?), bad pronunciation and worse writing :,)

Caretaker: Minho (Bang Chan a bit)

Description is in part one :3 (needed part two bevause of this f*cking word stop thing. WHY IS THAT EVEN THERE?!)

Around midnight Minho and Han decided to go to sleep. It was a long day and tomorrow (or today) would be long too. Han turned off the light and layed down. He felt a bit sick, but thought that it was probably because he ate so much.

Around 1am Han woke up again. His stomach wasn't just a bit ful - it was cramping and churning. He moved around, trying to find a comfortable position. After 20 Minutes it got worse. He sat up and turned the little light next to his bed on, so he wouldn't wake Minho up. For his bad (or luck, we don't know) Minho woke up. "Han? Why are you up? It's like in the middle of the night" Han didn't know what to answer. He wasn't good at hiding stuff like Chan, who could be nearly dying and no one would notice. He was more like, if he was lying it looked worse than it actually was. "I... I feel a bit sick..." he tried to explain. Minho's eyebrow peeked up. "A bit? Or a bit more?" "A bit more I guess...". Suddenly Han doubled over in pain. His roommate realized what was going on and hurried to the youngers side, while taking a bin with him. "Jisung-ah, can you make it to the bathroom?" he asked softly. Han just shook his head. "Okay, that's fine. That is totally fine. Could you remove your hands? I know you're not the best with vomiting, but you have to relax or it will hurt more" Minho tried to explain and gave the bin to Han. "Come on Hannie, no one except me is here. You can throw up, I won't judge you". He started to rub slow circles on Han's back. As that was the last straw needed, Han opened his mouth an started to retch. Half disguised food mixed with stomach acid splattered in the bin. "There you go Hannie, let it all out, it will make you feel better". Another wave of vomit made it's way up Han's throat and followed the first one. After 10 minutes throwing up straight, his body allowed him to rest a little bit. Minho hurried into the bathroom to take wet washcloth and rinse the bin. Han layed back down, exhaustet he covered his eyes with one arm. Minho came back and started to wipe Han's face. "There you go. Is it a bit better?" Han nodded faintly "but only a bit" "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" "No. Feel safer here..." Minho understand that. "Okay, just say if you have to throw up again".

Five minutes later Han sat up again, covering his mouth with one hand. Minho quickly tossed the bucket over to Han, who tried to hold the vomit back. "Hannie-ah, we talked about that. Let it out if it has to come out", as soon as Minho said that, Han started to retch a again. But after one wave nothing more came up, even tho Han felt like there was something left. He didn't realized that he was crying until Minho wiped his tears away gently. "Want me to help you?" he asked, but Han just shook is head. After 10 minutes it was a little bit better, but still nothing came up. "Do you think it was the food? We ordered different things..." Minho said. "I guess so" Han said with a raspy voice. "That is one of the worst days in my life! First I can't do the choreo right, then Channie got hurt because of me and now this..." Han trailed off, choking back tears. "Hey, hey Hannie-ah, don't cry, it's okay. Sometimes there are those days, but then there will come better days mmh?" Minho hugged Han tightly, what made his friend relax. Just like his body had waited for that, he hunched over again and started to retch, but again nothing came up. "Minho-hyung... can you... maybe help me?" "Sure". Minho stopped rubbing slow circles over Hans back and started to rub along his spine, between his shoulders and back down. Then he placed his other arm around Han's middle and started to press gently against Han's stomach. Not long and the younger boy started to retch again, this time succesful. After half an hour, nothing was left in his stomach and Minho rinsed the bucket again. When he came back, he found Han crying. "Jisung-ah, what's wrong?!" "I-I just miss Channie... Channie-hyung" Minhos heart sank. He knew that Han adored Chan with his life, as he was Chan's first Stray Kid, he also had a special place in the heart of their leader. Just when Minho wanted to comfort him, his phone rang. he looked annoyed but picked up:

Minho: yes?

Felix: Minho, you still awake?

M: yes, why?

F: just wondered. I wanted to tell you how Chan-hyung is

M: and?

F: his ankle is broken and he has to stay here at least one night

M: is he awake?

F: yes, you wanna talk to him?

M: yeah

Chan: hello? Minho?

M: hey, how're you feeling?

C: I had worse days. Everything alright?

M: Not really. Han got a food poisoning and was throwin up until 20 minutes ago. *Whispering* he misses you

C: can you give him to me?

M: sure

Minho gave the phone to Han "Jisung, someone wants to talk to you"

Han: hello?

C: Hannie, hey. Minho told me what happend. Are you feeling a bit better already? H: Cha-Channie?

C: hey, don`t cry. I wasn't dead

H: I know. I... I just miss you and I'm sorry...

C: awww, Hannie-ah, there is nothing to be sorry about. It was an accident, that happens.

H: When will you be back? C: Soon, I promise

H: Can... can you stay on the phone until I fall asleep? C: sure

Minho smiled and not even 10 minutes later, Han was snoring slightly. He said good night to Chan and Felix (Hyunjin came back around 11pm) and layed down next to his firend. He knew that it would be a long night and a long tomorrow, in the end it was a food poisoning at that wouldn't last only 4 hours, but it already was better and that was all what counted in the moment.

End

I noticed that I always bring two sick/hurt people in one fic, that is what I call talent XD. Also I forgot the tags in part one so i have to edit it *sigh* but I hope you liked it :). I finished that one so I'm open for requests XD

[ubehalayas-blog]

Kyle w fake s/o that has a crush on him (?) 

The only reason Kyle did this was to get his parents off of his back

They were worried and thinks that Kyle might be gay because for the whole high school Kyle never brought at least one girl back to their house (not that they actually cared though)

Although Kyle was not having it, he wasn’t gay (mhm sure) and thought of just asking for ur favor to fake date him until the summer ends so that his parents would get off his back.

It goes a bit like this:

“Hey– Y/n I have a favor to ask you” “can we.. like– be girlfriend and boyfriend but fake? Like you get what I mean, you read books–” “but if you don’t I mean like we fake date like we do couple things but just for public well for my parents because they’ve been on my back ever since the fucking summer started, they’ve been hinting to me that it’s okay if I came out to them as gay” he rambled on and on, explaining the pickle he was on

“Alright– I get it, Kyle”

“Oh yeah, right sorry” 

You two set like typical house rules for it, 1. No one can know, even best friends. 2. No touching allowed unless it’s consented. (of course my man Ky is a gentleman) 3. No falling in love with each other. 

“Does the last one even matter?” 

“I think–” you lied, (it didn’t matter but somehow most books you read had that rule but ended up falling for one another and you like Kyle so– it must be a spell that should be added right?)

You ended up putting a fake relationship in front of everybody, including your friends and parents.  

Stendy probably invited you to a double date or two, Stan suspects that two of you were pretending to be bf and gf but Kyle debunked his suspicions when he kissed you in front of Stan, you were shocked but kissed back. Let’s just say that the car ride back to your house was awkward, something like:

“We’re here”

“A-ah.. thanks, I.. I enjoyed today” you mumbled, taking off your seatbelt.

He just nodded, never letting his eyes away from the wheels because he was too nervous and embarrassed with what he did. 

He probably took you out on a date or two, on those dates he was given some money from his parents that he used to pay for his and your meals. (let’s js say you don’t have to spend any money when ur with him)

Honestly, Gerald and Sheila was your fan, they loved, adored you so much, they were so thankful that you’re Kyle’s girlfriend. They probably laughed around with you as they told stories about how they were thinking was gay and all, Kyle would probably redden from their embarrassing stories and would shout, “MOM! DAD!” when he thinks they’ve told too much lmao.

At school, he waits for you to finish your classes because he drives you to school and back.

Kyle invites you to study dates in his house but mostly because Sheila always wants to see you, (little did you know Kyle liked seeing you too) sometimes that study date ends with you staying in their house– you insist not to but Sheila and Gerald always find a way for you to stay.

You staying at Kyle’s house always ends up with you sleeping on the bed and Kyle on the floor, Kyle probably thinks that it’s too embarrassing to let you sleep on the floor so he volunteers. But when you said that it’s okay for him to sleep next to you he blushes and rambles on about not wanting to make you uncomfortable and stuff, it took you a while of convincing when he finally slept next to you.

The next day was a pain honestly lmao, his arm was wrapped around you, he basically fell off the bed when he realized he hugged you in his sleep. Maybe a bit like:

Kyle grumbled in his sleep, the sun hit his eyes as he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze landed onto your sleeping body and his arm that was wrapped around your waist, his eyes widened as he gasped, backing away from you as he fell down to the floor. The loud crash made you wake up, you rubbed your eyes as you looked over Kyle who was breathless and rattled, "What's wrong..?" you mumbled, "N-nothing.. I just fell off" He stuttered.

lol Idk, I find it funny when things like that happen.

I can't think of anything anymore honestly, my brain is fried and this is just a worthless attempt to do head canons because I seems to can't write some.

[slut-taylorsversionnn]

summary: part 1 of tom blyth x med student (idk how many parts this will be so just enjoy!) also this is taking place pretty much modern day when tom is filming part 2 of season 2 of billy the kid.

mackenzie blaire was my best friend and roommate. we met our sophomore year at nyu when her boyfriend had broken up with her OVER TEXT and i found her in the bathroom at a bar sobbing her eyes out. i was at the time getting over a very toxic situation ship so we immediately hit it off and have been roommates and best friends ever since. she was currently pursuing her acting career while i was in my 4th year of med school. mackenzie had starred in billy the kid alongside tom blyth and ever since then let’s just say i had developed a crush on him. me and mackenzie had gone to see the ballad of songbirds and snakes in theaters together and let’s just say my crush had gotten ten times worse. so tonight was the people’s choice awards and tom and mackenzie were both nominated for season 2 of billy the kid. and of course mackenzie picked me to be her plus one!

“i am soo nervous.” i said pouring mackenzie and myself a cup of coffee.

“you will be fine and tom will be obsessed with you by the end of the night, trust me!” she said.

“but kenz you are the outgoing and bold one, me not so much. this is why you’re the actress and i’m still in college.” i sighed, med school was super interesting and everything i thought it would be but sometimes seeing how successful kenzie was kinda made me jealous.

“ok first of all, you are like the smartest person i know. and you are so funny so please don’t get yourself down. you are so positive about everyone else, it’s time for you to be happy for yourself!” kenzie always knew what to say.

“you’re so right. i am just going to enjoy myself and we are going to have the best time regardless that i might get rejected by the single hottest guy on the planet, tom blyth.” i laughed.

i was enjoying my coffee and reading my book when my phone buzzed. i picked it up to see that tom blyth started following me on instagram. i sprinted into mackenzie’s room.

“TOM JUST FOLLOWED ME ON INSTAGRAM!” i pretty much shouted at her.

“oh my gosh y/n! this is huge!! i have been texting him on and off today and i told him you were quite the catch soo….”

“what exactly did you say???” i love how she just casually brought up that she was texting tom blyth like what.

“just how charming and sweet and funny you are. i guess that made him want to go check out your insta and he must’ve liked what he saw.” she said eyebrows wiggling.

“now i literally cannot wait to get to see him tonight! this is actually insane am i dreaming right now??”

she laughed, “i’m so happy for you! looks like its time to get ready, tom won’t know what hit him when you get onto that red carpet!”

we walked into our shared bathroom. it was perfect to get ready because of the huge double sink vanity.

“kenz you have no idea how excited i am! the nerves are like completely gone and i just can’t believe i actually get to come with you!”

“yay, y/n i am so happy you get to come too. like who else would i want to party it up with on a red carpet?” she laughed and we started putting on our makeup. i loved getting all glammed up and mackenzie curled my hair. i finally put on my yellow floor length dress that was absolutely stunning. it hugged my body perfectly and had a slit that came up the side. i then slipped on my gold heels and stepped out to see mackenzie in her gorgeous coral dress.

“omg y/n you are STUNNING! tom isn’t going to be able to take his eyes off of you!!” mackenzie exclaimed.

“mackenzie you literally look like a disney princess right now, that dress was made for you!!” we definitely picked out our dresses to match each other and man we were going to kill it on the red carpet.

we stepped out of our car and i was immediately overwhelmed by the flashing of cameras and the amount of people at this event. i felt like a celebrity myself with all the pictures being taken of me and mackenzie. all of a sudden i heard someone saying mackenzie’s name. i turned around and bam there was tom blyth.

“tom!! it is so great to see you!” kenzie said leaning in for a hug. oh my goodness he looked even better in person if that was even possible. THE tom blyth was hugging my best friend. like obviously they had acted together in billy the kid and every time i watched it that felt insane to me but seeing this in person was crazy.

“mackenzie! it is so so good to see you darling.” tom said in his accent which was the hottest thing ever. then those blue eyes found their way to mine. “you must be y/n! kenzie won’t shut up about how awesome you are, it is such an honor to meet you in person.” he said. my shocked face was blocked from his view as he pulled me into a hug. oh my gosh i am hugging tom blyth right now at the people’s choice awards. he said it was an honor to meet me. is my life even real right now?? my mind was spinning.

“it is such an honor to meet you! you were so amazing in billy the kid and the hunger games, i’m glad people are understanding the tom blyth hype now.” i gushed, im sorry but i was completely fan girling like how could i not??

“oh the tom blyth hype? are you a supporter?” he questioned, was he flirting? was i flirting with tom blyth?

“i guess you could say that.” i blushed. now keep in mind somehow during this conversation kenzie had abandoned me so it was just me and tom on the red carpet which i guess i should thank her for but i was also very flustered.

“do you ever get used to these cameras?” i questioned tom as the cameras flashed at us.

“not really, but it’s easier to get through when you have company.” he winked. that sent butterflies erupting in my stomach. so what exactly had mackenzie said about me that made tom so flirty tonight??

“may i?” he asked wondering if he could slip his arm around my waist to pose for some more pictures. i just nodded and giggled. he laughed and snaked his arm around my waist.

“that dress is gorgeous on you, i can’t believe this is your first red carpet. you are such a natural at this.” tom whispered into my ear. feeling his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

“i think it’s because you are doing all the work. i’m just standing here and looking pretty.” i shrugged making him laugh.

as we neared the end of the carpet there were stairs we had to climb down. and tom being the gentleman that he was, went down quickly so he could hold my hand and help me down the stairs. the lyrics from slut! by taylor swift started playing in my head ‘in a world of boys he’s a gentleman.’ we made our way inside and there were so many tables i had no where to go and i froze. tom smiled and placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to our table. gosh he was hot, funny, and so sweet.

“y/n! you made it. i see you and tom had a fun time on the carpet.” kenzie said as me and tom sat down. my seat was perfect - i was in between tom and mackenzie. other actors that worked on billy the kid were also seated at our table such as daniel webber and josh cruddas.

“y/n is quite the natural on the carpet. she was cracking jokes and that was the fastest the red carpet has ever gone for me, i think she needs to come to all of my events.” tom gushed.

“i wouldn’t mind. getting all glammed up is pretty fun and you were the one cracking all the jokes. i feel like i just stood there laughing the whole time.” i smiled. how were me and tom acting like old friends already, we just met? the chemistry was wild.

the lights started to dim signaling the show was about to begin. they were announcing action movie of the year and the ballad of songbirds and snakes won!! i shot out of my seat to congratulate tom. since he was right next to me i got to hug him first hehe.

“congratulations tom!!” i cheered as he hugged me. he smiled and went to hug kenzie and then he went up on stage with the rest of the hunger games cast. rachel zegler started her speech saying how thankful she was for the wonderful cast and the amazing fans. then tom said how this was such a wonderful opportunity and he was so thankful for the franchise and everyone showing so much support. i clapped and got a little teary eyes at their speeches.

tom returned to his seat and the rest of the table said their congratulations. the show continued and rachel zegler won the action movie star of the year. taylor swift won lots of course, loved her so much.

then billy the kid won an award and the whole table stood up except me and made their way to the stage. mackenzie and tom said a few words of thanks and i was so proud!

after the show we headed to the after party and me and kenzie headed over to the bar.

“what could you have possibly said to tom?” i questioned her, “he’s been all over me tonight!”

“i don’t know, he must just be in love with you, i mean who wouldn’t.” she replied. “now let’s party it up! i heard there was gonna be some karaoke too.”

i was sipping on my drink and mackenzie had wondered off to talk to some other friends of hers and i was content to people watch. that’s when tom walked up to the bar and asked for some whiskey.

he smiled at me and asked, “how is your first red carpet after party going?”

“well i heard there was going to be some karaoke so i figured some alcohol in my system would give me the confidence to go up there. i love karaoke but im just some random med student at the people’s choice awards.”

“would it help if we were to do a duet?” tom offered eyebrows raised.

“that would be so fun! what song are you thinking?” i was grinning so much right now.

“i’m up for anything, the point of karaoke is to not know the words anyway.”

“umm definitely not the point of karaoke but we’re just going to ignore that flaw of yours.”

“flaw of mine?? i feel personally attacked on that one l/n.” he said.

i rolled my eyes and held back a giggle, “ooh! i have a song idea, but no making fun of me blyth. why don’t we we do what makes you beautiful by one direction! that would be a great duet and the crowd would love it.”

“you would be a one direction fan.” tom chuckled.

“i told you no making fun of me. and you are so a fan too, i can just tell.”

“fine you caught me. i love listening to one direction.” tom says.

i grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the sign up sheet. kenzie came up to us, “you got tom to sign up for karaoke??” she exclaimed.

“oh yeah! we’re doing a one direction song, it’s gonna be great!” i replied.

“be ready to be blown away.” tom said laughing.

before i knew it, it was time to go up and sing our duet. “you ready for this, darling?” tom asked helping me up on stage.

“oh i was born ready tom.” i giggled.

the song starts and i start singing:

You're insecure, don't know what for

You're turnin' heads when you walk through the door

Don't need makeup to cover up

Bein' the way that you are is enough

then tom starts singing and i forget about everyone watching

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

then we sing together and i walk closer towards him

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

tom sings looking at me the whole time

So c-come on, you got it wrong

To prove I'm right, I put it in a song

I don't know why you're being shy

And turn away when I look into your eyes

then i sing back to him

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

then we both sing dancing around the stage

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na

Na, na-na-na, na-na

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na

Na, na-na-na, na-na

i sing and turn towards everyone watching and blush when i feel tom’s eyes on me

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know you're beautiful

both of us:

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

everyone is cheering to loudly and i feel like i have just had my high school musical troy and gabriella moment with tom. i looked at him and he had the biggest grin on his face and i knew i looked the same way. we got off stage and tom goes, “did we really just do that?”

at the same time i go, “that was incredible.” we just start laughing. mackenzie runs up to us.

“guys that was literally straight out of a movie. you guys had every single person at this party invested.” she said.

“i think that was my best karaoke performance yet.” i said grinning.

“i think it’s time to quit acting and me and y/n can take this show on the road.” tom laughed.

“such a great idea.” i said laughing and grabbed his arm to stabilize myself in my heels.

kenzie dragged us onto the dance floor and at some point rachel zegler, josh rivera, and hunter schafer joined us on the dance floor. what?! my mind was blown as they all said how amazing me and tom’s performance was. we danced and drank and laughed and boy was it a blast.

the party winded down and mackenzie and i were making our way out.

“wait y/n!” i heard tom call as i was about to climb into our car. i turned around as he jogged up to me.

“tonight was so fun and i just wanted to say it was a blast getting to know you, can i by chance get your number?” he asked sheepishly.

“yes of course! i had the best time too, you really know how to party!” i said laughing. we exchanged numbers and he hugged me good bye.

“see you later tom.”

“hope to see you soon l/n.”

author’s note: hope you all enjoyed! i can’t wait to continue this series. leave suggestions for other stories you want to read and i will get to it!

[writersblock8]

saturday silliness

hi there,

today started and i woke up more alert than i have been. i felt ready to start the day. it was nice to feel that, but it was nicer to recognize that feeling in the moment and live in the present for a bit. i rotted (so many opinions on that term) for a while and scrolled on tiktok. then, i went to the amish market near my apartment and bought a bunch of vegetables, some ginger beer (spicy brew), a large bag of the purple hal's brand potato chips (first time i'd ever seen a big bag of them – normally they just come in the smaller size; it was the sweet onion kind, which is the kind i always get with my sandwich), and gummi bears. when i left the amish market, it was gloomy, but not rainy. i'm waiting for my big green umbrella to come from amazon, but they haven't sent it yet. it was supposed to come yesterday, but ups apparently tried to deliver it and couldn't get in. our buzzer doesn't work. i bring up the umbrella because as i left the amish market, i started feeling the largest raindrops i've ever felt on my head, my hands, my arms, my face, my eyelids, the backs of my legs, all over my body. in that moment, i really wished i had an umbrella. i also realized that i wanted a bagel, so i went to the bagel spot near me. it was pretty busy. lots of people i hadn't seen before. i got my bagel

i came home, ate my bagel, watched the rest of a lucy dacus interview i started the other night, and did some meal prep for a dinner i'm hosting on sunday evening. i'm making my signature dish (chicken curry with a bunch of vegetables). once i was done with that, it was time to get started with coachings this afternoon for an upcoming concert i'm playing for.

intermittently during my coaching schedule, i am checking in with my adaptation of macbeth. i turned on some music by joni mitchell (my favorite songwriter) and boygenius, as they are inspiring hecate and the weïrd sisters in my version of macbeth, respectively. i want "double double" to be a number that sounds a bit like "ladies of the canyon" (the song, not the album) or "the sire of sorrow (job's sad song)" where the soloist sings during the verses and then the "chorus" comes in on the choruses in a harmony in thirds. i'm getting ideas while i listen.

i'm finding that my ability to write for most of these characters comes pretty intuitively. the only characters i'm struggling to write for are macbeth (only occasionally – his text is so beautiful and poetic and i'm trying to find out how to make it my own) and macduff. i'm getting better clues of where i might align with macduff, though. i've been discussing the topic of "justice sensitivity" with a few friends over the last month-ish and, while our circumstances are very different, i understand the intensity macduff has when it comes to restoring justice and order. if i start there, it will unravel, i think.

in between coachings, i'll keep working on it little by little. i'm seeing floyd collins tonight on broadway. incredibly excited. i'll post about it after i see it.

[bunnyreaper]

hey bunny! been a min since i last sent you an ask 💜

i wanted to share that my bf just told me yesterday he wanted some space, to take a little break to figure things out. we did not break up, he told me that's not what he wanted us to do. i'm still really heartbroken about it bc i have bad separation anxiety and it's taking over my brain rn.

i was hoping for a drabble about soap comforting a reader who's dealing with that kind of situation, i was leaning towards the best friend au.

thank you so much for bringing me joy with your fics and headcanons 💜

- 🔪💕

hello my love, im sorry for being late to this ask but im sending all my best wishes your way ♥ wrote a silly little thing for you and hope it helps, if you need to talk, im here !!

johnny is the first one to notice something is amiss with you, your usually bright smile absent when he tries to make you laugh as he always does. 

a nudge to the shoulder, a retelling of one of simon's jokes that you've always loved, and nothing--just that same forced smile that doesn't bare your teeth or reach your eyes. his heart sinks every time he sees it, and every time he resolves within himself to try harder, to find something to make you smile properly again. 

as your best mate in the whole world, johnny supposed that you were just waiting for the right moment to talk about whatever it is that's clearly bothering you, but after days of nothing, he grows restless. 

it's one night in the rec room that he finally gets his answers. 

you're sandwiched between simon and johnny on the lumpy couch--despite johnny campaigning for it being his turn to pick the film for the night (where he secretly resolves to pick your favourite movie), simon is having none of it, and shoves on whatever he likes while johnny whines. 

"guess we're struggling tonight, lass." johnny jokes, playfully elbowing you as he tries to make you smile. 

you manage to roll your eyes in return, the slightest of smiles on your lips. "i'm sure we'll live." 

usually, you spend your nights texting your boyfriend, almost always in constant contact, as johnny fights for a scrap of attention. 

it doesn't escape your best friends attention that tonight, despite unlocking and locking your phone constantly, no notifications come. it doesn't escape his attention that your lockscreen is no longer two grinning embracing faces, but something aesthetic, impersonal. 

johnny can't hold himself back any longer. perhaps if you can't talk about it, you can find another way to tell him what's going on. 

your phone pings with a notification, your body going stiff and rigid, only relaxing when you see that it isn't your now ex, but johnny. you rush to open the text, casting a questioning look at the man next to you whose eyes are glued to his screen that is just tilted out of your view. 

> came up on my memories today :) 

attached is a picture of the two of you, from a year ago today, johnny's arm slung around your shoulders as you both smile so sweetly at the camera. you're both a little on the tipsy side, but were having the absolute best night by each other's side, forgetting about everything but enjoying your time together.

even the sight of the photo sparks a joy within you that you haven't felt since you got the news. you've not been blind to the way johnny's constant warmth has surrounded you, but only now can you feel it begin to seep into your weary soul. a reminder of better times, and hope that one day you'll smile like that again--it's a balm to your battered heart.

you double tap the message, adding a little floating heart in response as another of johnny's messages comes through.

> thought you needed a smile, bonnie girl.

and smile now you do, a lightness filling you, with your best friend at your side. the one man you can truly count on.

< i did, thanks johnny <3

his bubble appears, typing before it disappears--over and over again until a message finally pops through.

> wanna talk about it? 

somehow, the words feel easier to type than to speak--so much simpler without the fear that you won't be able to get through your words for fear of crying.

< we're on a break. i wasn't expecting it. just came out of nowhere. 

you expect johnny to send warm words of encouragement, but instead he's pulling you into his arms, completely disregarding simon's presence, ignoring anything else besides the overwhelming need to comfort you. 

"'m sorry, lass. doesnae know what he's missing out on. nae need to say anything, i've got ye now."

he says nothing more, as if he can sense that words aren't not what you need right now. instead, he lets you find home in his arms and starts his mission of holding you until all the pain goes away.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"Ciao stella mia."

Greeted the man of flowy long, blond hair that reached around the middle of his back as he visited his old love, looking down at the features he knew so well, the blue eyes that faded over the years, but that he worked to restore and conserve every time he visited, the lines of time didn't mark his beloved's face so deep that was perceptible, but he knew the small ones between his brows from frowning, the ones at the corners of his lips that showed whenever he smiled and that sort of were softened by how his genes granted him with a more youthful look than his years, the dark hairs that grew longer and was cut short as their years together came and gone. His friend, boyfriend, affair, beau, fobidden romance eventually turned into fiancé and finally, husband.

"How're you doing, my midnight birb? Sorry it took me this long to come by." Dio knelt and sat on the grass to join and talk. "I... had to attend another service. Lio's going to be joining you very soon, so you better take care of him, okay?"

Three hundred years... no one should be allowed to live this long while still nurturing a heart capable of feeling human, but he did. Dio did. He still patrolled every night, kept Gotham safe despite the waves of support and hate that came and went about its vigilantes, kept the legends alive; and during daytime lent his strength to the many causes he knew his beloved and his family would've liked to see grow beyond their years. Three hundred year and he still strived for the betterment of all around him despite his own conditions being, now, undeniable and irreversable, all shown in the lines that covered his face and body and how he didn't age anymore.

"I brought us some coffee and those brownies you like. Yeah, yeah, I know. I shouldn't live out on coffee and brownies, but it's Valentine's. You could give me a break about it." He searched in the bag that was by his side and pulled the lunchbox and travel can out to show it, followed by a small bouquet of forget-me-nots, roses, lilies and lavander flowers, and a book — so antiquate to still use paperbacks at this time and age, but the tactile feeling helped him a lot more than Dio was capable of consciously acknowledge. "Do you mind being my double today? I want to spend some time with you."

Of course the photo on the tombstone couldn't respond his questions, but he knew the answers. He always knew, even when Tim was by his side, alive and well, because they communicated and taught each other their languages, body and verbal. An unlikely couple he knew they were at the time they got together, even when they exchanged vows, but there was no regrets in all the many years they spent together, not for Dio. Even their limited number of fights, he cherished the memories of those too.

The city grew under their eyes, never perfect, but Gotham was... better when they were together. It had a boom of advancement in Medicine, technology, infra-structure, modernized its many public services and gave better living conditions to the people working in it, and even now, it still had the fruits of what they sowed growing in its walls. They did it, working tirelessly day and night to keep a dream alive, together, and now Dio carried all those wishes on his shoulders and offered his help willingly to those who needed it despite the risks and the corruption that still tried to get through the cracks of their defenses.

"You know... I don't know if there's such a thing as reincarnation, but if there is, I want you to know that I'll be here waiting for you, forever." He smiled and stroked the photo on the stone as if it was Tim himself. "And I hope we meet again. I'll be here waiting for you and protecting Gotham until then and even after."

((I am legitimately unable to answer this, both Tim and I have too many feelings that cannot be translated into words. This is beautiful and melancholic and we are both screaming))

[irish-fuckin-name]

So. Aside from the drama I posted about earlier, I was very nice and normal and NOT messy today. Who's proud of me? I'm proud of me.

I got beautified. The salons were not half bad, and I look great, if I do say so myself. I read all the prep stuff to start work tomorrow. I ate some Annie's four cheese penne, which was so fucking bomb, though it did give me body dysmorphia that followed me all day. Once I'm settled next week, I need to figure out how to get back on medication.

I found a thrift store, where things were largely ugly, but I did get two fairly cute little rugs and a filing cabinet for my stuff, which JUST barely fit in my car. And I moved it in the rain, all by myself. I can do hard things! I'm not a lonely, depression-moth-eaten nothing! As much as I feel like one.

My dad is so not happy with me being here. He's so fucking disappointed, and it keeps getting in my head. I mean, it's not like I'm thrilled about it either. But I keep having to tell myself it's my only choice if I want my own show and I'm twenty-goddamn-seven years old and I can make my own choices even if others don't approve of them. Even if my PARENTS don't.

I don't feel twenty-seven. I still feel like a teenager. A kid. A fucking lonely little girl playing dress-up.

Whatever. I drove around for a while, just taking in the town and talking to my friends on the phone, who I already miss. And then I talked to Nav, and that drama happened and I do NOT want to dwell on it so whatever. At least the attention felt good. I know I'm such a bitch. But at least I was honest. I told him I didn't want to be his girlfriend, I don't do long-distance, and even if anything happened, we still wouldn't be more than friends. And I DO want to be his friend, I think. I don't just want his connections, but... I dunno. He's older, and again with me feeling like a little kid, and... What I wouldn't give for ANYONE MY AGE to actually be into me.

So from there, I went to Shane's to watch Yellowjackets. I was a little early, and got to FINALLY meet Shane in person, which was so so so nice and everything I hoped it would be, which is the best when you meet an online friend. We just hit it off immediately. Of his friends who came over, they mostly all seemed cool, except for this girl named Sarah who has truly insane opinions about Yellowjackets. Like, she seemed nice enough when NOT talking about the show, but her takes are wild. The two who came off the best were ANOTHER girl named Sarah, who brought craft beer, and this guy Matt, who was very funny and made a real effort to get to know me. The episode itself was the weakest since the season got good, but since the season is good now, it was still a good one. Hilary Swank is so goddamn hot as Melissa, I fear.

They watched Righteous Gemstones after, but I left because Natalie told me today that she and Kaleigh are double-Goggins-heads like me and do Lotus/Gemstones, and they are my roommates and I want to get to know them better so I did join for that. But first I wanted to bring wine as a "hello thank you for letting me into your home" gift, and made it to the liquor store five minutes before it closed. Even though I was quick, the employees were not friendly and wanted me OUT of there. For the most part, I was really worried about this town being total hicksville and Trumptown and just like actively hostile towards me. For the most part, that hasn't been true (though I think between my roommates and Shane's crew I may have met the ONLY queer people outside of the college? And half of them are getting grad degrees there anyway, lol), but the lack of 24-hour establishments will be an adjustment, I fear, lmao.

But I did get the goods, and this is the BEST part of the day, but I really, really like my roommates. More than I have any new people in a good, long while. First off, they're clearly old friends, but really made an effort to bring me in. They're funny, smart, queer fangirls, which is always a green flag with me. Kaleigh is a hugger. They like talking during TV the exact amount that I do (which is, of course, always the correct amount).

Also, the shows were good as fuck tonight. 3/3. Thank god we got to see Gog's hog again.

Now I'm all mega-cozy in bed, reading the TV reddit threads until my meds kick in and I knock out. A much, much better day than I was expecting.

Also, it gets kind of warm in this room at night. I cracked the balcony door much earlier in the season than I expected to.

[bittersweettweet]

11

Today, we celebrated Ari's birthday. Behnaz, Shabnam, Melody, and I gathered in Behnaz's room to prepare decorations. Excitedly, we carried them upstairs to our shared room on the third floor. It's a cozy 15"x15" bedroom, and Shabnam and I took charge of decorating it ourselves. We managed to find some free green paint, which we used to color the walls. To add to the ambiance, our neighbor Afsaneh, from our previous home a few blocks away, gave us a green light she was discarding. Even the carpets matched the color scheme. It all came together mysteriously, considering green is an unusual choice for a room. We love the privacy that this room offered us, especially after years of sharing a room with bunk beds.

Our room even has a small kitchen area, with a tiny sink and a door leading to a compact toilet and shower. The shower isn't ideal, we rarely use it. Additionally, there's a double glass door that opens to the rooftop, a place we occasionally hang out.

During the celebration, we tossed an eggshell filled with confetti up to the ceiling, causing the confetti to scatter joyfully. Colorful lines of crepe paper adorned the room, some twisted and others braided. We had a cake that read "Happy Birthday Ari" and played a cassette tape, enjoying each other's company. Ari received several lovely presents: a dress from Nasrin (Behnaz's mom), a fancy pen with a watch from Dad, a game from Behnaz, a toy from Liz, a doll bed from Behrooz, and a shoot ball from me. I think Ari liked the pen the most, and Mom and Shabnam were also involved in that gift. We had an amazing time celebrating together.

Mr. Goosheh called, inviting us over, but Mom mentioned that we were all feeling unwell and hoped to visit next week. Their family is not Baha'i, so it's rare for us to socialize with non-Baha'is. Trusting others has become challenging in these times.

I'm memorizing a prayer, as a part of my Baha'i class homework. It has been three long years since we were able to attend Baha'i classes freely, without fear. Life has changed significantly since we moved here. After the revolution, talking about being Baha'i or anything related to the Baha'i Faith became forbidden and punishable.

Our Baha'i classes which mainly focused on becoming better human beings, were held on Fridays at different people's houses. The teachers were all volunteers, and both girls and boys attended the classes together. The books were written in proper Farsi, which was quite challenging. We often received homework assignments that involved memorizing prayers or tablets.

Our last teacher, Mr. Zamani, lived on our old street, just a couple of blocks away. He was always kind to us children, keeping candy or gum in his pockets, whether we were at his house or somewhere else. During our final class at his place, he gave each of us a fragrant carnation. I received a beautiful red one, my very first flower.

One night, Mr. Zamani unexpectedly visited our house. He was good friends with Dad. They engaged in a serious conversation, and both seemed somber. After he left, I overheard Dad telling Mom that they were coming for him. Dad had urged Mr. Zamani to flee, but he chose to stay true to his faith. That very night, they came and arrested him. Nobody knew where they were holding him until they called his wife to collect his body. I heard that his body bore signs of torture inflicted by candles and knives. His two daughters are around the same age as us, and while we attempted to reconnect, things have changed irreversibly. Their house feels sorrowful and bleak, reflecting the sadness that has engulfed their lives.

Lots of Baha'is have gone missing, and it's really sad. But I'm so thankful that my dad wasn't one of them, even though he was super active in hosting firesides where lots of people came to learn and even become Baha'is. It's a relief that he's safe.

I'm such a chatterbox today. I need to get back to my homework.

12/31/1982

[generalcloudhopper]

Tw: discussion of pretty gnarly mental health crisis I went through but there is a good ending.

On March 1st of 2019 my grandfather died. The next day while I was sitting in the car with one of my family matters while they were running across town making funeral arrangements the running up that hill cover by Meg Myers came on the radio. It was one of the first songs I heard after he died. Something about it just stuck with me and when I got to my grandma's house that day I went to a quiet room I played that song and I cried my eyes out. After the death of my my grandfather four other people in my family died that year one death happens in a way that traumatized me incredibly bad that I still hear flashbacks from that night and ended up with me developing OCD. This also led to a downward mental health spiral that went on for years. From 2019 to 2022 everything that could go wrong in my life did, I cannot even begin to go into all the things that happened. In mid 2019 I started self harming. In late 2020 I tried to stop but I relapsed and it made everything 10 times worse. My body was covered in red bloody irritated marks all the time. On my arms, on my legs, on my stomach, everywhere. During this time I had quite a few therapists one which gave me absolutely terrible advice and refuse to diagnose me with depression because he didn't like labels. I tried to kill myself multiple times. When I was finally put on anxiety medication I was tired all the time and numb to the world when they were trying to figure out what to do with my depression and a last-ditch effort they doubled my already high dose of anxiety medication which led to me having a mental breakdown which lasted for over 2 weeks. I heard whispering all the time, I would have screaming crying fits that would last for hours and absolutely terrible psychosomatic pain all over my body. Thankfully I went to a school therapist who actually got me diagnosed and got me sent to a psychologist to get put on proper medications. I sobbed when he had to leave my school because he was the best therapist I ever had. At this point it was mid 2022 and I had been on my medication for not even a week, it took 2 weeks to a month to finally get fully into my system and work. I was trying to be clean cuz that's what the psychologist told me to do and I was clean for a few days and I didn't think it would last until I walked into my parents bedroom one night. They were watching stranger things a show I had never gotten into in the past. I knew of the characters and the storyline from what friends had told me but I had never fully watched the show. It was the Dear Billy episode and right at the beginning of the famous Max Vecna possession scene. That entire scene is meant to represent overcoming trauma and realizing you want to live and go on. Max looked just like me at the time, long red hair blue eyes. I cannot tell you the feeling I got when I heard Running Up That Hill start playing. It was like someone had been inside my head and wrote down this message specifically for me with that song with the girl who looked just like me. Tear silently ran down my face in the dark room my parents were watching it in as I stood in the doorway and when the scene was done I ran out of the room I played running up that hill in my headphones and I cried my eyes out to that song for the second time in my life. That was the nail in the coffin to finally make me stop self-harming. A month later I watch the entire show with my mother and it was the first piece of media in the first TV show I had actually sat down and watched in years. I can't believe a stranger things episode is what finally help break a three year long depression episode but it did and I believe that states the power Media can have on us. Today I am a year clean and plan to stay clean for the rest of my life.

[mochie85]

Man of The Month Part 6: June

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Summary: Thor tries to convince you of the appeal of having an Asgardian as a love match. A/N: I wanna thank @lokisgoodgirl for giving me the inspiration for this story. and to @springdandelixn for letting me bounce ideas off of. As well as @muddyorbsblr for the positive push. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Nudity, Language, bad Google translations.

Thor paced in the common room waiting to be called down. He was twirling Stormbreaker within his palms- the action bringing peace to his mind while he ruminated over the problem at hand.

He trudged along the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the sunlight. Looking down, he could spot some of the adoring public with signs for him, and the other Avengers, at the street level. He smiled and waved as he covertly flexed his biceps to show off. He could hear the faint screams of some of the more ardent fans.

Thor prided himself on his body. He trained and fought hard to get back in shape. Especially after fighting Thanos. Never again will he feel weak and sullen. His people were safe. The world was safe. And his brother- is alive! Now if only Loki would actually live.

He needed to find a way to push his brother into action. The both of you skirted around each other like young adolescents with their first love. Initially, it was cute, but now it was just getting tiresome.

He knew that if Loki wanted something, truly wanted something, he would fight for it. He wouldn’t give up so easily. Thor assumed that Loki would’ve mentioned something about his affection towards you sooner. Especially when the whole photoshoot started, and Stark announced a gentlemanly competition amongst them for your love and affection. He thought that Loki would, in his exaggerated fashion, claim that he loved you more than anyone else on the team and that you were off limits.

So maybe a more hands-on approach was needed. He looked over to Loki who was eyeing the door to your studio all morning. When he finally looked over to Thor. Thor gave him his sweetest smile.

“Do you know whom she fancies, brother?” Thor asked him suspiciously.

“Why would I ever care to think about whom Y/N is attracted to?”

“How do you know I was speaking about Lady Y/N?” Thor raised his eyebrows and goaded him. “I can tell that you care for her Loki. Just admit it.”

“In a platonic manner, yes. I simply care for her as a friend and think that she’s overworking herself for the sake of this insane date-keeper.”

“Thor, you’re up! Scopes asked if I could get you.” Shaun interrupted their conversation.

“Thank you, Master Xu. So, tell me, is she in a good mood today?” Thor asked, a plan hatching in his head.

“Yeah, I suppose so. I had to go in there to make sure she ate. You know how she gets.” Shaun said towards Loki who just clenched his jaw.

“Oh good. She’ll have enough energy for me, then.” Thor said. Loki grew apprehensive by his statement. What could Thor be planning?

Thor stopped pacing and took off his cape, followed by his armor's top leather chest plate. The screams from outside nearly doubled in decibels. His rippling muscles were on display for the two men sitting with him as well as the rabid admirers downstairs. Lightning fizzed in the air as the gentle hum of his power radiated throughout the room.

“Dude. How do you get that muscle right here?” Shawn pointed towards his own body, asking for advice.

“I don’t know, my fellow warrior- work out?” Thor shrugged, clapping his hand on Shaun’s shoulder. Shaun just rolled his eyes.

Thor marched off towards your studio, his smile growing wide as his plans finally came together in his head.

Loki stewed as he watched his brother take his turn with you. His fury was on the verge of exploding. What was his brother planning? He didn’t know what to think when it came to Thor. At first, Loki thought that he would have to fight him for your attention. He didn’t want to admit his feelings for you, especially to Thor. He always manages to get everything Loki desired for himself.

But yesterday, Thor showed great respect in guiding you toward him. That perhaps Thor was helping him in his pursuit of you. But now, it seems the gauntlet has been thrown as Thor unashamedly disrobed and strutted like a peacock toward your studio.

“Lady Y/N?” Thor greeted as he walked through the door.

“In here Thor. On the computer. Are you ready?” You yelled out, finishing the lettering for Scott’s page.

“Almost. You said as naked as we’re comfortable with, yes?” Thor queried.

“Yes…”  his question made you suspicious of what he was planning. You slowly turned the corner, hearing Thor rustle against some of the exercise equipment.

“OH MY GOD, THOR!” You yelled as you quickly covered your eyes to his full-on nakedness. It wasn’t quick enough, however. Your skin blushed and heated as the image burned itself in your mind; Thor standing proud, his sharp and distinct muscles on display as well as his -ahem- well-endowed instrument. You got a full-frontal view of his other hammer.

PENIS! Ohmigod, I saw his Penis! And you were not going to scrub the image away anytime soon.

“While I appreciate the sentiment, Lady Y/N, you do not need to call me your god. I am simply just the god of thunder. But if your exclamation is due to my superior physique, I welcome that whole-heartedly.” He said coming closer to you.

“STOP!” You held your hand out. “Stop where you are. Don’t come any closer.” Your one hand covered your eyes, while the other reached out to ensure he was far away from you.

Your hands felt warm and firm skin. Trying to figure out what you were touching without looking, you ventured your hands north, not wanting to accidentally touch Mjolnir. You peeked through the open slits of your fingers and realized you were touching his hard pecs.

“It’s all right, milady. You can look. We Asgardians don’t have those predilections to modesty as your people here in Midgard. We are open about our sexuality and propriety. You should have seen some of the more robust gatherings we’ve had in the past. Even Loki…”

“…And I’m gonna stop you right there.” You interrupted him holding your finger out to his lips.

“But I was just going to say that Loki…”

“Shhh!”

“Loki…”

“AJZZZZSSSSHHH! Shh! Stay. Right. Here. Thor. Okay? I’m gonna need a moment.” You left him in the studio, not looking back.

All Thor wanted to do was recount how Loki would be the center of attention at these bacchanalias’ revels back on Asgard. Thor’s plan was to show you that Asgardians aren’t as prudish as the Midgardians here usually are. He was going to narrate all the stories that made Loki legendary back home. Surely, Thor could’ve validated Loki’s readiness and eagerness to please a woman such as yourself. He would’ve attempted to make Loki appear as voracious and capable so that you would want to copulate with him that much sooner.

It was a foolproof plan. Why, in all the nine realms, would you deliberately push this opportunity away? Maybe she doesn’t like him back?

You walked out of the studio and slammed the door behind you. You pinched your shirt and attempted to get air through your neck as your skin continued to flush. You slid down the wall and sat in the hallway, waiting for your breath to catch you. You knew you were gonna see some things during this whole ordeal. You did not expect it to be Thor’s. And you certainly did not expect it to be that – godly.

“Darling?” Oh, holy hell! “Are you all right?” Loki’s voice settled in your ears and brought about a new pink hue throughout your body. You looked up and watched him crouch down to you. “You look uneasy. Has my brother done something?” Loki stretched out his hand and felt your forehead with the back of his fingers. The coolness of his skin sent shivers down your spine as the nearness of him heated up your core, causing you to sweat, embarrassingly so, in front of him.

“I…um…I just needed a moment. Y-your brother is in there. Naked.” You swallowed.

“He’s what?!”

“Fully naked. I saw everything.”

“Did he attempt anything? Did he hurt you?” Loki said with a simmering rage as he stood up and walked towards your studio door.

“No. No. No. Loki. It’s fine.” You said as you grabbed his hand to try and stop him. He looked down into your eyes and then at your joined hands. “He was just exuberant about the shoot. That’s all.” Loki helped you stand up, carrying you to your feet. His jaw tightened as he relished the feel of your delicate fingers in his hands.

All too soon, you took them away, not wanting to make him feel more uncomfortable than he already is.

“I apologize for my brother, Lady Y/N. Sometimes, he requires adult supervision.” Loki tried to conceal his hurt at your reluctance to hold his hand. “Would you like me to stay with you?”

“You’d do that?”

“There’s nothing else I would rather do. Of course, to watch over Thor.” Loki amended.

“Right. Of course. To watch over Thor.” You agreed.

No sooner had the two of you gone inside the studio, that Loki threw a towel at Thor’s face. “Will you cover yourself up, you brute!”

“Loki!” Thor yelled with excited glee. Maybe my plan worked after all, Thor thought. “I’m so glad you could join us brother. Although, why are you here?” Thor questioned as his eyes darted back and forth between you.

“Go on, darling. I will make sure he is proper by the time you finish your preparations.” Loki whispered into your ear. You left to get your camera set up quickly, wanting this particular shoot to be over and done with. “I was outside waiting to hear of your turn and what do I see? Y/N! Running out of her studio acting faint as if she’s seen Yggdrasil itself.” Loki whispered angrily in Thor’s ear.

“Truth be told, brother…” Thor gave him a look, raising his eyebrows. “…I mean…” Thor said pointing towards himself. “They don’t call me The Mighty Thor for nothing.”

“Pray to our father, Thor, that I don’t beat you mercilessly right now. It is by the grace of that lovely woman that I spare your life. What exactly are you trying to pull?”

“Oh, come off it, Loki. I’m on your side. I was going to tell her of your capabilities. I was going to promote your virile sensibilities and your voracious appetites. I mentioned our past exploits and the orgies we used to have back on Asgard.” Thor said clapping his brother’s shoulder. Loki’s eyes grew big with malice and shock. “If that doesn’t appeal to her, then nothing will,” Thor said winking as he put on a pair of shorts.

“You WHAT?” Loki yelled in anger.

“Thor…are you covered?” You said coming back into the room and looking down.

“Oh, he’s covered all right,” Loki grumbled through gritted teeth.

“Oh good. Ok (phew). Thor, why don’t we start with some simple shots of you standing there?”

“Wherever you want, Milady.” Thor happily obliged, standing and posing in whatever way you thought was best. Loki stood behind you, trying not to let his rage get the best of him.

Thor embarrassed him! In front of you! The misinformation, the lies, and fabricated images in your head will surely turn your favor against him. There was only one thing to do. Retaliation.

You took some snapshots of Thor, not really looking at the viewfinder or at the preview window of your camera. You were focused on getting him posed and standing still for more than a couple of seconds. Handling Thor was like handling a four-year-old hopped up on sugar and juice with ice cream to spare. So you had him burn off his extra energy on the workout equipment you had set up.

When you did decide to look through your viewfinder, you were confused. Is it the lighting? Is it- is it Thor? “Um, let’s take a couple more pictures, Thor. Maybe ones with you on in a different light.” Thor happily obliged, smiling at his brother. Loki only pulled a side of his lip up in anger.

You continued to look through your camera. Angry and confused. You kept looking back at Thor, then at your camera, then back at Thor. It was like you were capturing two different people. Maybe it will look better on the computer.

“How did they turn out, Lady Scopes? Did you capture my physique? The essence that is THOR?”

“I, um, captured something. Although, I don’t know if it’s me or maybe…” Thor came around the computer to see what your reluctance was about. As the pictures loaded on the screen one by one, Thor got angrier and angrier.

Each picture of him resembled that of what Stark liked to call ‘The Lebowski.’ His definition, his arms, his physique, all rolled together into a shapeless form of what he used to look like.

“LOKIIIIII!!!!!” Thor yelled next to you, making you cover your ears. “What?!” Loki growled back. “Change them back this instant!” “No.” “Why would you attack me like this brother?”

“Why would you embarrass me in front of…Why would you embarrass me?!”

“I did no such thing.” “Did too!” “Did not!” “Did Too!” “Did Not!” “DID TOO!” “DID NOT!”

“BOYS!” you yelled out. “That’s enough!” Both men looked at you, stunned. Only their mother could get both of them to stop arguing like that- with a firm, and resolute command.

“Sorry.” They both apologized in unison.

“I appreciate the apology. But what you both need to do, is apologize to each other. Thor, you embarrassed Loki and that wasn’t very nice.” Although you had no idea what he would be embarrassed about. Perhaps, it was the fact that Thor’s behavior was uncouth to him. “And Loki, it wasn’t nice to remind your brother of a very delicate time in his life. Now, say sorry to each other.” Both men looked each other in the eye and they apologized.  “Jeg mente bare at du skulle komme inn i hennes gode nåder, Loke. Jeg støtter deg. Jeg vil at du skal være lykkelig.” (I only meant for you to get into her good graces, Loki. I am on your side. I only wish for you to be happy.) Thor said in Norwegian.

“Din intensjoner er gode, bror. Men, for kjærligheten av Alfǫðr, la meg klare dette selv!” (I can see that your intentions are good, brother. But for the love of the All-father, let me handle this myself!) Loki pleaded. Thor nodded his head in agreement. “Og jeg skal gjenopprette bildene dine. Jeg lover.” (And I will restore your photos. I promise.) Loki answered back in the same language, flicking his hand, and restoring the photos to their original grandeur.

You had no idea what was said. Only that the two gods shook hands. “Milady,” Loki said with a bow. “I should take my leave now. I feel like I’ve given you more work than I’ve actually helped. Plus, I don’t think Thor needs any more adult supervision,” He chuckled.

“Oh. Ok. Goodbye Loki. Thank you for your help today.” Before he left the door, you caught up to him and said, “You know, if you ever want to just come by, you’re more than welcome here.”

“Truly?” he asked amazed. His heart lightened and fluttered at your invitation.

“Ya, I mean. You certainly helped that one time with Scott. And now with Thor. I think I could use an assistant,” you smiled up at him.

“Thank you. I shall have to think about it. But just know, that I am always here if you need me,” he smiled. You nodded and turned the corner, back towards your computer, before Loki could register the happy dance you were doing internally.

“I saw that!” Thor said, surprising you from your reverie. “You like him!”

“Shhh!”

“You like my brother!” Thor exclaimed giddy and elated! “I knew it! I knew it!”

“Keep it down Thor!” You tried to silence him. You didn’t know if Loki had left your studio already, but you would be embarrassed to know if he heard anything.

“I overheard Xu and Lang talking about my brother’s fondness for you. It was quite evident to most of the team. I don’t see why my brother doesn’t see it.”

“Thor. There is no way. Those two are just making stuff up. Gossiping chicken heads.”

“But you like him. Admit it.”

“Thor, please. I’d rather keep my wits intact. I Like him. I do. Too much.” Even though you said that last line under your breath, Thor’s godly hearing still caught it. “But I’m not…”

“If you finish that sentence with something negative about yourself, dear Y/N, I will be forced to have Banner do those weekly talks with you about feelings and thoughts.”

“Ok. I won’t.” You smiled up at him.

“Du er like blind som Loke.” (You’re just as blind as Loki.)

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