#cause like you have to constantly look away from the screen down to your food

[recreationaldivorce]

man everything i've watched lately i've been so bored by. idk if it's just depression or if i'm just watching bad shows and movies. honestly might just stick to youtube from now on lol

[bunny-jpeg]

hi! i was wondering if i could order pull-apart bread, sweet pastry and hot cross buns, with a side of cider and chocolate milk, for sub!max verstappen? nobody really writes anything about the reader body worshiping him and his softer body, which would be nice to reassure him about. id love to hold his love handles 🥹

thank you so much in advance if you’re up for doing this! 💙

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submissions to the bakery are open! i'm accepting them all the time, even if they take a little while to get uploaded, i am constantly working on 'em! so thank you! and for this anon! hello!!! this is amazing, what the hell! i feel the same way, folks don't really write about it in fan fics (i've seen posts wax poetically about it though). so yes, this was awesome to write! thank you <333

pull-apart bread ("i love you") + sweet pastry ("i'll make it all better.") + hot cross buns ("don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up.") + cider (body worship) + chocolate milk (tenderness) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sub!max, body worship, tender sex, cowgirl position, bondage, praise kink, dom!reader, insecurities, love & intimacy

it wasn't that you were going to fight people online over your boyfriend. it was a pointless endeavor to snap back at someone on twitter of all places! especially someone with a lando norris icon. but if you saw one more comment about your boyfriend's body online, you're going to kick something.

you loved max, that was why you were with him. but, you worried about him. underneath everything, there was soft center to him. and sometimes the wrong comment got through all the layers and right to the middle.

it just so happened the comments you hated the most were the ones about his body.

it was near the end of the off-season, you two had come back from a sunny trip to celebrate the time together. it left your poor boyfriend a little more pink than usual. especially around the shoulders, where he was shirtless most of the time.

you loved how he looked regardless. he was immensely strong in ways you couldn't fully grasp. you were always impressed by his ability to pick you up and kiss you. you believed that people had a skewed notion of what "hot" men should be built like. and you blamed it marvel movies and alpha male podcasts. max was not a dehydrated body builder. layered on top of the strength was a certain softness and made at the very least you drool at the sight of.

he was strong, but enjoyed food. he liked his sweets on weekends and a little extra at dinner. it didn't help with the constant weigh-ins and other measurements for formula one. so when you noticed his eyes on another cruel post online in response to a photo of him shirtless. you wanted to take that phone and toss it out the window.

you watched him turn off the screen and put the phone down on his chest. the room felt tense and your fingers went into his short hair. he tried to pull away, but with a tiny bit of force kept him close. you knew what he was thinking. just like everything else, max verstappen had crippling self-doubt.

"max. my love."

"yeah.." he said softly. the self-doubt that followed him like a shadow seemed to encrouch in his mind. you could tell even if you couldn't see his full expression.

you took the phone and placed it on the coffee table. you ran your fingers through his hair and looked down at him. fingers trailed down his jaw. "why don't we forget about that and go to the bedroom. "i'll make it all better."

you were in bed with him soon enough. he left his t-shirt and loose shorts on as your hands roamed his body. your lips on his neck, jaw and face. little unsaid promises of how handsome he was. "don't listen to them."

"what if they're right."

"when has a formula one fan ever been right about anything? you know some people online make ragebait. they're trying to get a rise out of other fans and cause in fighting."

"if i tried a little harder... i could look more like the others."

you made him look at you. his blue eyes seemed sad, like cloudy skies over a rocky shoreline. he couldn't meet your gaze, he was almost embarrassed. "max, look at me."

he made eye contact with you, "i could... if i tried."

you held his face a little tighter as he looked away. you said to him, "max, you are training all the time. you push yourself to limits that could kill many others. you work harder than a work horse with half the pay sometimes." you kissed the bridge of his nose, "i don't know who planted these ideas into your head." you had an idea, two names came to mind that made you frown. that was neither here nor there, "but, i love how you look."

his eyes shifted away from you. embarrassed. this entire thing felt embarrassing. he was insecure like a teenage girl at the moment because some random person online called him a stupid name.

"max. don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." you said, trying to insert a joke to lighten the mood. you watched his demeanor shift and his eyes meet yours.

"would you.. tie me up? make me forget everything for a little bit?" he asked softly, his words almost tripped over one another. while most would've sought heavy therapy and an early retirement for their issues. max tried to cover them up, and sometimes that meant being your good boy.

"then tell me one thing, max."

"anything." he replied.

"say one nice thing about your appearance. anything. just one thing. and then i'll get what we need.' you promised, sealing it with a kiss on the cheek.

he swallowed, not knowing what to say. he shifted a little in his spot on the bed before he sighed. eventually he responded with, "my nose." he said, eyes on yours, "i like my nose. makes me stand out a little more."

you smiled a little bit and kissed him on the cheek, a gestured he melted into you. you replied, "and i love your nose too. i'm proud of you, max. good boy."

he said, "i love you."

and before you pulled away to get the roped needed for tonight, you said to him, "i love you too." then quickly ran your finger down his nose, "i love you, your nose, those eyes. every last inch of skin. your strength and your softness. it makes you perfect to me and those jealous bitches on twitter can't say anything about it." you broke into a further smile.

max chuckled slightly, he found you language amusing. the internet was troll heaven, but sometimes he needed his guiding light to not get himself sucked into the chaos of his doubts. he watched you pull away from him and get off the bed. he took off his shirt and shorts, he tried not too think too hard, but rather keep his eyes on you.

when you went to the dresser to find what you needed, he propped himself against the rod-iron headboard. usually he didn't like them, but when he discovered his affection for bondage early into your relationship, the headboard was perfect to keep him bound.

you returned to the bed, placing the two pieces of rope down onto the bed before you started to strip out of your clothes. once naked you got into bed with him. your hands roamed his chest and straddled his waist.

"you're so handsome, max. jesus christ. look at you." you smiled down at him. skin so soft, he was just perfect and you couldn't believe it. you rubbed up against him a little more and explored his torso with your hands, you watched him squirm a little under your touch. he shuddered a little. 

  “i'm not that-"

  “max verstappen. shush. i don't want to hear it.” you rubbed up against the bulge in his briefs. you held onto his shoulders a little as you moved. the dry humping felt good and left excitement racing through your lover, “that's it. that's my good boy.” 

he groaned a little, which only go louder when you stopped your movements to grab the ropes. he dropped his wrists to the bed and let you tie them to the bars of the headboard by the mattress. he melted a little against it while you took his cock out of his briefs.  the underwear was off him in no time and you got straddled on his waist with your hands on his shoulders once more.

you eyed him with heavy lust, “i know those idiots say that you're too fat or soft. well, i think they're blind. i think they're a whole bunch of idiots. you are perfect, turn me on every chance you get.” you took his face in your hands and kissed him as you continued to rub up against him. he panted against you when you broke the kiss soon after. 

  words of protest hung on max's tongue, but he never said anything further. this wasn't going to be a thing he could win. no matter what he said, you have a rebuttal. it was a losing battle, so he'd simply have to put his trust into you. if you found him hot beyond words, then you'd have to listen. but the fight was fully gone when you seated yourself onto his cock, then sank down on it to the base. he yanked against the ropes a little bit and found euphoria in the knowledge that you tied the ropes just as he liked them. tightly.

  “planning to fight against them, max?" you asked as you raked your fingers down his pale chest, "you wouldn't do that, would you? because you're my good boy! my handsome good boy. with those dazzling eyes and stunning laugh. when you smile i'm in heaven. especially when yo let me make both of us feel good. 

he shook his head, his cheeks grew hot from your gaze on him. if he was hot, then you were gorgeous. you were an inferno made human. the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. the kind of beauty that brought him to his knees. he breathed heavily as the pleasure started to build in the bottom of his gut. his cock twitched a little bit the more you rode him. 

he loved being at your mercy, under your thumb in a sexual manner. he bad so many choices all day, sometimes with only seconds to make them. so it was nice. to be in the comfort of your shared bed and letting you take what you needed from him. to give you total control. to love him, shower him in the praise he desired.  

  “i love you.” you said,

  “i love you too.” 

you started to move faster, really working your hips, making sure you could do as much as you could. you moaned a little bit and felt the stutter in your heart from the heat of everything. you pushed hair out of your face as you continued to ride him. the feeling between you two was electric. you said to him, “you're so handsome. fuck, you're perfect.” you started to move faster.

max bit back a moan but it spilled out when you crashed your lips against him. he almost whimpered from the fast speed. how good you took him. it made him clench his fists to try to compose himself. his chest rose and fell heavily he tensed up a little bit at the throb of lust in his body. you kissed him once more as you went as fast as you could go. you bounced on his cock and your nails dug into his jaw and shoulders. 

the noises between you two were erotic. it was desperate on max's end. he wanted to make you feel good while also chasing his own pleasure. he fought a little bit against constraints. he was a little jerky as he tensed up. he could feel it all crashing down on him. no longer the lingering feeling of self-doubt but rather he heat of pleasure. the need to climax. to get out of his own head with the erotic bliss. 

   “please, my love. please.” he swallowed as his back arched a little. he leaned up to give you more kisses and watched you melt against him while your hips still moved. you held his face with both hands and clenched your thighs. he made a sweet, high pitched, almost whine like noise when you pulled away.

you carded your fingers through his hair and admired those blue eyes clouded in lust. “you're perfect, max. every inch of you. every spot you hate, i love more. damn those fuckers on twitter, they don't get to see what i see. everything.” you went in for another kiss and clutched onto his shoulders tightly as you came around his cock. your back arched and max went in to kiss your collarbones with such tenderness. 

  “my good boy.” you said out of breath as you continued to move against him. your cunt clutched around him as you kept your pace steady despite the tremor in your thighs. you knew max wanted to hold onto you and work your hips up and down his cock. but, you were in control. so you examined his expressions as you continued to move. 

the kisses became sloppy once more as you brought max to his own climax. as he tensed up, he really yanked at the ropes for a good few moments before he felt all the fight leave his body. his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the head rush. he relaxed against the headboard and panted heavily. 

he looked erotic, but totally blissed out. so when you stopped your motions. you kissed him gently on the lips before you got off his cock and felt his cum run down your leg as you tried to find your panties. once they were on, you smothered him in kisses and praise as you got the ropes off of him.  you kissed his wrists and he slipped down onto the bed. the mattress felt nice against his body. he felt on cloud nine.

you rubbed his cheek for a moment with your thumb as you said, “i'm going to go get you some water. you just stay here, i'll be right back. now before i go i have to ask one thing. say one thing you like about yourself?"

he shakily exhaled while he leaned into your touch. his eyes were somewhat closed when he answered, sounding far away, “my eyes. they intimidate people. but not you. you love them.” then leaned further. 

you smiled and kissed the top of his head, “that's what i like to hear. next time i want two things before and after we have sex. got it? i'm going to make you love yourself.”

he chuckled softly, cheeks pink, “easier said than done.”

you tapped his cheek before you moved away to go get him some water. you said to him while you approached the bedroom door, “max verstappen, you know i'm as stubborn as you are. ” then left to go get him some water. you could only hope you could make a dent in healing some of his doubt issues. and while you couldn't fight people on twitter, you could kiss and love the man you called your boyfriend. <3

[luvyeni]

( reaction ) yandere enha when they find you ! ୨୧ 一 엔하이픈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ enhypen finding you after you run away ヾ

yandere!엔하이픈 hyungline・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ horror ‎, angst ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎stalking , kidnapping , threats wc ・ ‎n/a ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. another request my dumb ass deleted ◉⁠‿⁠◉ ...

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you like it <3

﹙ 𐙚 : heeseung﹚ .ᐟ

he knew were you were the entire time; i've said this many of times , heeseung is crazy and he loves to play crazy mind games — games such as making a fake a dating account just to find you and match with you. he will literally wait it out , swipe through as many girls as he had to until he found you. you were excited to get back into dating , the guy you were talking to was completely different to heeseung , getting ready for your first date with him , everything felt like a breath of fresh air. at the restaurant you were looking down at your phone , not noticing the familiar sitting down with that crazy smile. “is that anyway to greet your date?” your eyes shot up. “hee-heeseung?” your voice shaking as you see him holding his phone — with the account of the guy on the screen. “did you really think you could run away from me?” he laughed , your eyes began to tear up.

“no don't cry baby, we'll still have a good night before i take you home and give you your welcome home gift.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jay﹚ .ᐟ

a serious inconvenience for him , he gives you everything and you dare leave him? okay that's fine , he'll let you have your fun , he won't even cancel the credit card he gave you , because that's exactly how he was gonna catch you. he waited until you order a purchase offline , and he was able to get the details to your new apartment a month later — normally he'd just send his guys to come get you ,but this time he wanted to be the one to drag you back home. “j-jay.” you saw the man in the suit standing in your door. “you try and run away from me , but you use the card i pay for to make your stupid little purchases. “jay please.” he doesn't want to hear it. “you've cause so much trouble already, people are already talking about how I can't control you.”

“now let's go, I'll have someone come and pack your shit.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jake﹚ .ᐟ

it was basically a miracle that jake was still alive , he barely did anything since you left , he only ate to stay alive , he only showered just in case you walked through the door. it had been two months since you left him , yelling how much you hated him before running out the door , leaving the sobbing boy on the floor. he was fully ready to take his life — but almost as if god was on his side , you come walking out of your favorite store. you had finally felt safe enough to go out and shop , jake hadn't tried to call you , of course you tried not to worry if he actually did end it all but you never got a call. you walk right past jake , you didn't even notice him that's how different he looked. jake followed you home , all the way up to your door , where he finally runs up to you. “yn!” he shouted. “yn why'd you leave me?” you try to open the door, but the look in his eyes. “j-jake.”

“please come home , i don't know how much longer i can do it without you.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sunghoon﹚ .ᐟ

sunghoon was too impulsive to let you go on for more than a month , so you quite literally have to go into hiding , never leaving your apartment; even moving from the apartment he knew about to another one , one you thought he'd never find — boy how wrong you were. still held up in your apartment , constantly looking at the door. one day you finally feel a little a peace , not enough to leave, but enough to order your favorite food. you heard a knock , which makes you get up and go towards it. you still check the camera you installed and what you see outside makes your blood run cold. “hi baby.” the boy bangs on the door. “i found you.” he said. “sung-sunghoon.” you stuttered out. “don't dare pick up that phone and call anyone.” he said , leaning closer to the camera. “you moved but your parents haven't.”

“now open the door if you love them.”

©LUVYENI

[schlattslonghairytoes]

can i come over?

when schlatt moves to texas an unexpected storm leaves him with no where to go, will you offer up a room to your friend?

streamer reader x streamer schlatt

you had lived in texas since you attended college at texas a and m

orginally you went to ithica college, but you transfered during your sophmore year

you now had your own apartment as you were out of college

you knew a couple of other content creators who lived in the area, but not many

your closest friend, ted nivison, lived in los angeles, but you went to visit him every now and again

your phone rang, "gangnum style" blasting in your ears and groaned, you reached for your phone, only to be met with a picture of you and theodore from college freshman year

"i need your help guppie." teds face filled the screen and his dopey smile made you laugh

"you woke me up mr grouper." your nicknames came from the first time you got high together and decided to watch bubble guppies

"wakey wakey! does this fit look ok?" he set the camera down and walked away from the camera, he did a little spin before grabbing his phone again

"yes you look very fashionable theo. can i go back to sleep now?" ne nodded but very quickly realized he had something else to tell you

"wait really quick, remember schlatt? you met him during the lunch club era" you scanned your sleepy memory trying to remember this guy you probably met once.

"um, tall right? good looking?" ted nodded and laughed, sitting down at his desk

"glad to hear thats what you remember. anyways, im pretty sure hes moving out to Austin in the coming months, so you guys should talk cause he only knows a handfull of people out there." ted said

"cool. can i please sleep now." your tired brain did not care for this random man barely remember.

"yes, reach out to him ok?" he smiled at the camera

"yes theodore kennedy nivison junior. love you. byeeeee" and with that you ended the call.

you didnt really think about teds call all that much, untill around 3 months later you recieved a text from an unknown number

even though schlatt then tried ghosting you, ted finally convinced him to man up and keep talking to one of the few people living where he was soon moving

over the span of a month you two had been constantly talking, to the point where you were starting to consider him as one of your closest friends

you would facetime atleast once a day, text everyday, and you even streamed twice together on your account

you were getting very excited to have a new friend so close by

then came the storm.

you lived alone with your dog, and you knew your house would not be ready for this shit.

you stalked up on food, blankets, flashlights

basically anything you could get your hands on

and you bunkered down at your house with your dog, getting ready to thug the next few days out

you were scrolling on your phone, on the first night of the storm, power already out, house fucking freezing, and you see schlatt had posted on his snap story

you open it to find a video of him yelling outside of a completely dark marriot

screaming about how thats where he is supposed to be staying

and you were getting very worried, like your new friend who youve never met in person, might deadass freeze to death.

so you did what any caring soul like yourself would do

you swipe up on his story with your address and a follow up message saying "pull up to mi casa papi 🍆 "

and hope he would hurry so you could go to bed

around twenty minutes later you layed cuddled with your dog bundled in over ten blankets

when felt your house fucking shake with how hard schlatt was banging on your door

you walked downstairs, and opened the door, to a giant, shivering, and covered in snow schlatt, who you immediatly wrapped in a hug and dragged upstairs

"c'mon lets get you nice and warm." you brought him to your room where you turned your bed into a nice warm spot for him "i have some clothes for you, they were my brothers so they should fit" you smiled up at him

he hadnt said much yet and you could see the stress seeping through his face, he dropped his stuff and kinda just hugged you.

"you ok?" you laugh as he pulls away from the hug. he smiles sadly before sitting down on your bed

"ive been better ill be honest" he laughed quietly.

"some first day here huh?" you pat him on the back, trying to comfort him.

"you could say that. holy shit i thought that was a stuffed animal" he says looking at your dog

"go change dumbass, bathrooms on the right" you watch as schlatt takes the clothes and walks to your bathroom, you think you even hearhim flick on the light switch.

"do you want a flashlight?" you yell out to him, to which you get a small "please" back in return, you laugh and leave a flashlight infront of the door

you get comfy in the small sofa in your room, as schlatt was not going to fit on it, and your other bedroom was turned into your office. but you didnt mind him taking the bed

he came out of the bathroom minutes later and quietly shut the door behind him when he turned around he was looking at you kinda funny

you began to ask what was wrong before he cut you off "absolutely not, im not kicking you off your bed, get up" he towered over you on the sofa

"schlatt shut the fuck up, your not fitting on this thing, i barely do."

"you have a king size bed, were sharing, me you and that oddly stuffed animal looking dog c'mon get a move on" he got into the bed and waited for you and your dof to follow him

you laughed and made your way over, your dog following closely behind. you flop down onto the bed and look at the man laying next to you

"crazy this is the first time we're meeting" he says getting comfy

you lay another blanket on the both of you as your dog jumps up on the bed and lays between the two of you "im glad ted introduced us" you take a moment to inspect him

you two had called on discord many times and FaceTimed, but nothing lived up to the real thing.

"im really happy he introduced us too."

guys i kinda hate how this turned out

sorry 😣 😥 😦 😧 😨 😪 😢 😞 😰 😿 🫤 ❤️‍🩹 ☹️ 😐

[elsweetheart]

ok hi same anon and i agree, i’m not a stone but i love stone identities so much! also can i pls get some nsfw hcs of stone ellie helping her gf de-stress during exam season :))))

stone tops are the backbone of our society i salute them i also giggle and kick my feet for them🫡

combining this request with this one:

your dealer!ellie au is so so so so good !!! her talking about how pretty you are with pretty pink eyes… im literally barking rn pls do a part 2 (maybe with some smut cause im down bad) if you have the chance !!! <3 xoxoxox

it’s dealer!ellie i hope you don’t mind! gotta love our stone stoner 🤭

brief daddy kink mention + obvious usage of weed so skip if that makes u uncomfy. fem reader !

herbal therapy — dealer!ellie

🎀 smut !! reader calls ellie daddy, drugs are involved, mentions of stress

• it had been a long week, you had literally been living in the library with your head buried in your books and laptop preparing for your exams. pressure was being applied from everywhere in your life, and before you reached your breaking point you decided to grant yourself a day to relax.

• well, you don’t exactly decide — you can’t concentrate on your work because you started crying due to the stress, and in that moment you just needed your girlfriend to make it all go away.

• so, you show up to her dorm with your bag and a downturned pout, tears welling in your eyes. her brows furrowed when she saw how done you looked and slowly pulled you into her arms, eyes flickering over you. “oh! hey! you’re crying!” she whispered, eyes wide and face worried.

• she pulled you into her room and shut the door, bringing you over to her bed and sitting down, pulling you onto her lap. “talk to me, what happened?” she was sure to speak gently not knowing how fragile you were feeling. you sniffled loudly, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands. “s’just too much. need a night away from it all. wanted to be with you.” you tell her dejectedly and she nods in understanding, squeezing you close and resting her chin on your shoulder. “I’m yours all night, you’ll be alright.” she comfort, kissing your cheek.

• she orders you both a pizza, and god she’s just being so fucking gentle with you it makes you wanna cry everytime you look at her. she even holds you whilst you eat your pizza, her leaning her back to the wall with you laying with your back to her chest, sat up so you can eat. she doesn’t expect you to reply to her too much, but she’ll talk to you quietly in your ear about the movie you’re watching or something that happened to her earlier. her voice is so comforting it soothes you enough for your stress to start melting away a little.

• “you wanna get a little high? might help you relax a little, babe.” she all but whispers in your ear after your food had gone down, the movie on the screen illuminating the room. you turn your face to her, running your eyes over her freckles, her eyebrow scar, her pretty green eyes. it takes you a moment to respond because you’re so mesmerised by her, finally getting out a weak “mhm.” which makes her smile like she’s proud of you, pressing a kiss to your slightly parted lips.

• she prepares it all for you, letting you get the first hit like she always does. the two of you had figured out what your limit was, and honestly the two of you rarely smoked together because she was constantly telling you it was bad for you etc — but times like this did call for a little herbal therapy. you smoked your usual amount until your eyes were all pink and hazy just how she liked it and you felt fuzzy and warm on the inside. she finished off the rest easily, her tolerance way higher.

• she leans back on the bed and you lay down with her, practically trying to climb into her clothes with how close you wanted to be. “wish you could shrink me down so i could be in your pocket all day n’you could take me everywhere.” you hum into her and she chuckles low in her chest, palms flattening against your back as she rubs up and down. “i wouldn’t put you in my pocket, come on now. i’d obviously have you sit on my shoulder like a little parrot. s’way cooler.” she theorises and you pull back, nodding with doe eyes and a serious expression which makes her laugh even more at you taking her answer to heart. “you’re so cute. my cute little lady.” she cups your cheeks with a funny voice making you giggle before she presses her lips to your puckered one’s. you melt into the kiss and it deepens naturally, her hand pushing your lower back to arch you gently into her. you take it one step further, hooking your leg over her thigh and her hands roam lower, squeezing your ass as she slips her tongue into your mouth. you whimper, the weed having you so sensitive to touch that everything felt amazing and you’d barely even started making out. you felt the warmth and wetness begin to spread in your panties and if you weren’t high you might’ve been ashamed over how easy it was.

• her lips attack your neck as she encourages you with her hands to grind against her thigh, causing you to whine in satisfaction at the warm friction against your clit. “mhm?” she cooes against your skin when you do, making you all the more wetter knowing exactly what you had in store. ellie was gonna look after you, just like she always does.

• deciding enough was enough, ellie gently rolled you onto your back— pushing herself up onto her knees as her eyes ran over your heaving figure for a second. “y’wanna take these off for me?” she pat your pants lightly, leaning over to her bedside table to drink out of her water bottle before cupping the back of your neck to sit you up a little and holding it to your lips, pausing you in your undressing. “good girl.” she praised casually, eyes on your wet lips. as she did up the cap of the bottle you were quick to pull off your pants, grabbing at her tshirt to pull her back to you. as you did this, you caught the ghost of a smirk at your desperation on her face before she kissed you again, holding herself up over you.

• her larger hand crept down you, before nudging your thighs a little wider and cupping you through your panties. you gasp at this, and she chuckles at your reaction, digging her fingers in slightly. “ellie…” you whisper against her lips and she pulls away to kiss your chin before dropping her head to look at what her hand was doing. her hand trailed up and brushed over your clit making your legs jerk slightly and her fingers curled around the fabric of your panties. before you could wonder what she was doing, she gently tugged them up, causing the material to bunch and rub against your sensitive button.

• “mm—mgh, o’mygod” you whimpered, not being able to do anything but pant for a moment. she was looking back up at you now, watching your reaction and she let the smirk grace her face once more, continuing to tug. “y’like that?” she mutters, almost slightly taken aback and you nod, swallowing down a thick gulp. “so sensitive.” she commented teasingly even quieter than before, beginning to pull your underwear off completely unable to wait any longer.

• she pushed herself off you so she could ease her way down the bed, coming face to face with your cunt. you went to close your legs, but she gently eased them open— taking your hand that covered your modesty and running her thumb along the backs of your knuckles looking up at you. “s’just me.” she cooed and your heart fluttered, nodding as if hypnotised. “just you.” you repeat in a broken whisper before her eyes are on your pussy again, thumbs coming even side of the lips to spread them apart. she was high, so naturally she was entranced by how pretty it was taking a moment to admire you as she dragged a finger through your soaked slit.

• “please.” you eventually pouted and she snapped out of it, dragging a thumb up to your clit making you moan. dipping her head down she began leaving wet kisses on your thighs, pleased hums leaving her when the sensation of this would cause you to spread your legs for her even wider trying to urge her face closer to your heat. “m’gonna take care of you. gonna take care of you so well, pretty girl.” she promised against your warm skin and you mewled, hands curling into the sheets beneath you.

• ellie pushed a finger inside your wet warmth and you melted into the sheets, for once not making sound. your eyes were screwed shut and you were holding your breath without realising, trying to focus solely on the feeling of her finger being gripped by your walls. her finger didn’t move, and you were pulled out of it when she looked up at you with a gentle yet stern expression, hazy eyes focused in one yours. “breathe.” her hand stroked your thigh lovingly and you released a shaky breath. she began moving her finger again, working you open before adding another and curling them up against your gummy spot.

• your back arched off the bed and she took that as the perfect opportunity to wrap an arm around your thigh and pull you closer until her hot mouth was on your slit, licking up any juices that had leaked from you. the substances inside you heightened the euphoria of this, tears welling in your eyes as she mouthed at you hungrily.

• you didn’t know how much time had passed, it all had blurred into one as ellie made you cum over and over. during the last orgasm she drew out of you, her hand dragged up to your tummy feeling the way it spasmed and clenched and remained tense after you had hit your peak. something in you was still holding onto that stress whether you realised it or not.

• she pushed herself up rather abruptly, and your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you, taking in all of your features analytically like she was going to draw a picture of you. your brow was still slightly tense, your jaw too. you pressed your lips together swallowing, just waiting for her next move — because ellie always knew what to do, ellie always knew how to make it better. you still looked hungry, and she realised you needed more. “you need to get fucked.” she told you so casually like it was an obvious realisation and you inhaled through your mouth, head dizzy with just how serious she was. you couldn’t help a whine slip out your mouth as your teary eyes gazed into hers, still convinced that you were too sensitive from the orgasms you’d already received. “i know, baby.” she whispered, cupping your face as if she’d read your mind. “my girl is still all tense. y’just need a little bit of dick to let go of it all don’t you?” she cooed so gently that you felt a tear roll down the side of your cheek and onto the pillow beside you. she swiped it away with her thumb, lips still glistening from you and nodded, a pout on her own face. “yeah. need me to make it all better.” she kissed you, and your breath caught in your throat when you tasted yourself. ellie had a way of making your head get so fucked, to the point where all you knew was her. she didn’t even have to try to take charge you just naturally… gave it all to her.

• you don’t remember her getting up, you just knew she was just suddenly lazily clipping her strap on onto her harness, not bothering to remove her sweats underneath. your senses were alive and practically vibrating within you when she swiped the plastic tip along through your folds, sighing like she could feel it herself. “els, want it—please.” you heard yourself say and she didn’t keep you waiting, pushing it in slow to the hilt and holding it there, kissing you through the stretch.

• “need you to relax for me. big breath in, okay? do it with me.” she whispered and you blindly followed her. the two of you, faces close, eyes locked just breathing together. your high felt elevated, and in that moment you thought the two of you might just become one person. she seemed to give in, latching her lips to yours and sucking on your bottom lip, both hands cradling your neck like she couldn’t get enough. “you gonna let me take care of that pretty pussy?” she breathed into your mouth and you were whimpering out desperate ‘yes!’s before you could even stop to think. ellie was fucking you, slow and deep and you were crying because there was truly nothing better in the world than her giving you exactly what you needed in that moment.

• lost in the moment, she pushed your knees up to your chest and your mouth fell open as she hit your spot which spurred her on to grind her strap into you with even more energy. “‘taking me so well. look at that. look how good you’re taking it. fuck me.” she cursed, gently wrapping her hand round your chin to make you look down at the soaked plastic disappearing in and out of you.

• “mm—hmhph daddy!” you sniffled and she was suddenly kissing you again so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of you. you didn’t mean to say it, but nothing ever seemed totally off the table with ellie as she just wanted to make you feel good — she knew being ‘daddy’ was what you needed, and boy did it sound pretty coming from your swollen lips. “mhm. i’m daddy. cum for me m’right here. keep takin’ it for daddy.” she groaned against your lips, doing everything in her power to get you there. she knew snaking a hand between you and letting you hump your abused clit against it would seal the deal and it did— your ears ringing as you tumbled over your last peak. somewhere in the back of your mind you thought about the students living on the other sides of ellie’s dorm walls hearing all of this but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she talked you through cumming. “good girl, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

• ellie got what she wanted too, a completely relaxed and limp girlfriend. it’s almost like she could see the previous, remaining stress float away from your body like steam and she smiled, catching her breath. she slowly pulled out, glancing at the mess you’d made of her strap and the blanket beneath you. “messy girl.” she tutted lightheartedly with a grin on her face and you reached weakly for her, using the rest of your energy to do so. “gotta clean you up, babe.” she reminded you but you pouted, so naturally she was crawling back over you and pulling you into her chest to cuddle. “inna bit.” you slurred, seeming drunk and fucked out which filled her with endless pride.

• she kissed the top of your head, resting her chin on it as you enjoyed the sleepy silence before she spoke. “‘that help you at all?” she knew the answer, hell— she was feeling smug as ever, but she needed verbal confirmation. she needed to hear you say it. “mhm. needed it bad n’i didn’t even know. but you always know.” you were muffled in her tshirt, practically asleep at this point.

• it was true. ellie always knows. ellie always makes it better.

• her lips attacked your neck as she pulled you to grind lazily on her thigh and you let out another shaky moan, causing her to hum an encouraging “mhm?” against you, turning you on even more. her hands were warm when they pushed up your shirt to squeeze at your tits, your moans only getting more lustful.

• deciding enough was enough she gently rolled you onto your back, pushing herself up on her knees.

• she orders you food, your favourite kind - and the two of you curl up and watch a movie, ellie doing her best to

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How about a rodrick x fem reader where she's a preppy girl but goes through a change and becomes a punk rock girl. And Rodrick had already noticed her before but now he's really into because they match aesthetics and she's really into rock music now

New Music (Rodrick Heffley X Jefferson!Reader)

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Summary: While having to watch your and Rodrick’s younger brothers, he makes a little jab at you about how you only play boring classical music. You challenge this notion by learning a rock piece.

A/N: i could make a part two, bc by the time i was done writing i realized i kinda deviated from the request, whoops… inspired by metal lords and some of the rodrick asks i answered about rodrick x rowley’s older sister (specifically this one)

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You were used to routines. You liked structure. Every day, you’d have breakfast with your family, take your brother Rowley to his school before going to your own, go to class, pick Rowley up, do homework and thirty minutes of practicing music, have dinner with your family and catch up with each other, then go to bed. Of course, every day differed the slightest bit, and you’d make sure you weren’t constantly overworking yourself, but that was the main gist of it.

And a few times a week, you had to watch after Rowley when he hung out with his best friend, Greg Heffley. And when his mom was forcing him to spend time with his brother, Rodrick had to watch after the boys with you.

More often than not, you’d either be at the Heffley house or a public place like a park or arcade. Very rarely though, you’d all go to your house.

Today was one of those days.

“Okay, don’t do that.” You said, trying to keep the frustration out of your tone as you snatched a fork away from Rodrick while he tried putting some food in your microwave. “My dad doesn’t even like Greg being here sometimes. He’d probably hate your whole family if you burned our house down.”

Rodrick rolled his eyes, slamming the microwave door shut and rolling his eyes. “Oh my god, relax. I would’ve stopped the microwave after the first few sparks.”

You sighed, gripping the fork tightly. You’d think that after years of knowing Rodrick, you’d be used to his behavior. “Look, Rodrick. We already have to look after two little kids; I don’t wanna have to look after three.” Then you handed Rodrick his fork and walked over to the living room, hoping the oldest Heffley could handle himself and his lunch without causing too much trouble.

Rowley and Greg were sitting on the couch, deeply invested in some video game. Your parents didn’t like you and your brother having too much screen time, but you figured another hour or so wouldn’t hurt. You looked at the clock on the wall and realized you hadn’t touched your cello all day.

“Hey, I’m gonna go practice so…” You looked back toward the kitchen, thinking of calling Rodrick over. But instead, you shook your head and looked at the boys again. “Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“Wait!” Rowley paused the game, ignoring Greg’s annoyed reaction. “Can you practice in here? I like that new song you’re doing.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Sure, Row-Row. I’ll be right back.”

As you ran up to your room to fetch your things, you faintly heard Greg say, “Row-Row?”

You came back to the living room with your cello, sheet music, and music stand. As you set up, Greg looked at Rowley questioningly. “She’s really good, Greg.” He said reassuringly. “It’ll be like nice background music.” Greg just shrugged, unpausing the game and going back to playing. 

You quickly became immersed in your music, somehow tuning out your little brother and his friend yelling at the TV and Rodrick loudly munching on his food as he looked at your music from over your shoulder. 

He was polite enough to swallow his food and wait until you were finished playing to speak. “That was boring.” You rolled your eyes and rearranged the papers on your stand to play a new song. “You could play anything, and you decide to play music by dead guys.”

“Well, you don’t have to listen to it, Rodrick.” You hissed. “I’d ask what you think would be better, but I don’t really care for your opinion on music.”

You started playing again, hoping that it would push Rodrick away. But instead, he got closer. “I bet you wouldn’t be able to handle my type of music, goody-two-shoes.” You scowled, trying to not hit Rodrick with your bow.

“You could spend a year practicing a piece, and I would still play it better if I was sight reading.” You inched closer, making intense eye contact with the Heffley boy. 

“Challenge accepted.”

***

Later that week, while picking up Rowley from school, he said that Rodrick told Greg to tell him to tell you to bring your cello to the Heffley house that afternoon. Part of you wanted to say you had more important things to do, but simultaneously, you were curious to see what Rodrick was up to.

“Black Sabbath?” You read the top of the sheet music Rodrick gave you as soon as you and Rowley walked into the Heffley house. “War Pigs… like the Pig War?”

Rodrick narrowed his eyes at you and furrowed his brows. “What?” Before you could answer, he held his hand up in front of your face. “Don’t. Come on.” Then Rodrick grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to the garage, leaving your little brothers to most likely wreak havoc. 

You rarely came into the Heffley’s garage. Whenever Rodrick was in there with his friends, it was beyond loud and chaotic. Totally not your scene. So you were a bit relieved to see that besides Rodrick’s drums and decorations, the room was empty. He grabbed a chair and set it near his drums, and only then did he realize that he was still holding your wrist. Rodrick quickly let go and grabbed his drumsticks, warming up on his drums while you set up your stand and tuned your cello.

“What exactly are we doing right now?” You asked while tightening your bow. 

“We’re about to see if you can handle my type of music, princess.” Rodrick twirled the sticks between his fingers, giving you a smirk that forced you to take a deep breath and stare at your new music so you wouldn’t have to look at him. “There’s a bunch of stuff before your part starts, so just go when you’re ready. I know where to jump in. And the song’s like eight minutes long, so we’ll only do the first two pages.”

“Eight minutes?”

“Just play, Jefferson.”

You sighed, giving the page a quick once over before setting your bow on the string. You tapped your foot to the tempo written above the first measure, internalizing it for a few seconds before playing the first notes. Rodrick immediately followed by tapping on one of his cymbals. Being classically trained and not interested in this kind of music, you had no idea what each little piece of Rodrick’s set was called.

But as the two of you kept playing, the sound started to grow on you. There was something about the mix of strings and percussion that pleased you. The music relaxed you in a way, despite some of the big note jumps. 

By the time you reached the second page, you were a bit disappointed that it was over. Rodrick silenced one of his big cymbals with his hand, seeming slightly impressed. “...Not bad.”

You nodded along, loosening your bow. “So… what does Black Sabbath sound like?”

Rodrick perked up at your question. After staring at you for a few seconds, he almost fell down with how quickly he got out of his seat to go over to his CD collection. You set your bow on the stand and leaned against your cello, watching him curiously. Eventually, he plucked out a CD and put it into a player connected to a large speaker.

As War Pigs started to play, you realized it was very different from how it sounded when you and Rodrick played. When the song got to the part Rodrick had given you, you started to pizzicato along. Unknown to you, Rodrick watched you intently. 

You were both surprised that you listened to the almost eight-minute-long song without asking for it to be turned off. You quietly played along the whole time, tapping your foot in tempo. When the next song on the track played, Rodrick paused the CD, figuring you had had enough. “Not bad.” You said, which surprised him. “...I think I like our version more, though.” That surprised Rodrick even more.

He laughed a little, slightly amused. He walked over to where you were sitting, crouching down to make eye contact with you. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna go all rock now, goody-goody.” You thought he looked a bit hopeful as he said it. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“In your dreams, Heffley.”

***

“Oh my gosh.” Rodrick gasped dramatically as he opened the front door. “What are you wearing?”

“Shut up, Rodrick.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at him as you pushed Rowley to go into the house first. Once again, you lugged your cello with you. “It’s just a black dress; I’m not going all emo like you.”

“I’m not emo.” He muttered, shutting the door after you entered. “What’s with the guitar?”

“Cello.” You corrected. “I learned all of that song you gave me. Wanna play it?”

Rodrick looked at you, a bit surprised. “Uhh, yeah, sure. Follow me.” You did as told, walking close behind as he led you back to the garage. “So, you like Black Sabbath now?”

“It’s just an interesting piece.” That wasn’t a lie, but it definitely didn’t tell the whole truth. After going home from that first playing session with Rodrick, you decided to look more into the band. Your search led to their other albums, and then other similar bands. Some of the songs you heard were a bit much, in your opinion, but you really liked some of the others you heard. “And, I guess playing with you is fun, or whatever.”

Rodrick’s back still faced you, so you couldn’t see the blush creeping onto his cheeks. The chair he had pulled out for you the first time you played together was still in its spot, like he didn’t want to move it. 

The two of you got situated and quickly started playing. You were a lot better than the first time, but then again, that was a sight reading. When doing your daily half hour of practice, you added an extra ten just for the song Rodrick gave you. You didn’t know why you were so fixated on it, but it was fun to play, which you suppose was all that really mattered.

You ended up getting through the whole song with Rodrick. About seven minutes of uninterrupted playing, so in sync with him despite only practicing together once. 

“That was pretty good,” Rodrick said, popping his knuckles. He watched silently for a moment as you plucked through a couple measures before giving a mischievous grin. “I think I’m slowly corrupting you and that nerdy, good girl image of yours. One day, you’ll be wearing chunky eyeliner and listening to Metallica.”

You shook your head, giving Rodrick an unimpressed look. “Shut up.” Yet the thought of that sure did sound interesting.

***

Rodrick Heffley Taglist: @tweedledipshit

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Hello I was wondering if you’d be able to write a Ranboo x Gender neutral reader, and they both just got into a heated argument that left them both crying (only if you’re comfortable with writing something like this, I’d not I completely understand, also thank you for your concern, I really appreciate it) :)

honestly struggled to find smthn to make an argument out of but I think I got something! oneshots are a little difficult for me bc I get burned out and I think the actions but can't find the right words LMAOOOO ; but this is totally find to request dw!! and of course, if you ever need to talk my messages are always open 🫶🫶🫶 ; also istg I have other ranboo headers they're just in my drafts bc I've only been working on reqs lately LMFAO

RANBOO ; burnout

summary ; youre both burned out and stressed, and take it out on each other

warnings ; language, fighting, reader is described/talked about as a writer, angry mischaracterization (it makes sense in context trust me)

word count ; 1.4k

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Both you and Ranboo had been working your asses off recently.

They had themselves so tied down to content creation that it was becoming a personal prison cell. It was like everything he did was only to appease his fans, and he didn't know how to just calm down and slow things down for his well being. From the constant, long streams to the talks with merch and production teams, it never ended. Plus, the infinite cycle of scrolling online to see all the hate they received, it was becoming too much.

You, on the other hand, constantly kept working and working through the lack of motivation and burnout with no breaks. No matter how much people reassured you that you could take a break and you didn't have to stick to a schedule, it didn't do anything. You were determined to fill out each and every request even if you barely had any idea what you were doing, you'd stay up late trying to block out what to write and how to put it into words to appease your followers. Three times a day, seven days a week, every day of the month, about 2000 posts a year, if you kept that up.

You were dedicated to writing, you loved it, and you loved that you were able to turn something you loved into a job considering "real" jobs didn't work out for you. You had streaming, but you only did that if you were writing or needed ideas or help every once in a while and wanted to share any progress and whatnot. Your eyes tended to be bloodshot on the regular, being pulled down by saggy, dark eyebags.

You trudge into the kitchen, taking a cold bowl of mac and cheese and some water back to your office with you. Ranboo glares at you from the couch, holding his phone to his ear as he talks to some big guy with money, most likely. He doesn't say anything, but you notice the look on his face, his eyes glaring daggers into you as you walk away.

You sit back down at your chair, not even touching your food. You stare at the screen, your eyes slightly protected by the dark mode you'd reinforced on the website. Your mind was blank, empty, vacant, muddled. There were no thoughts behind your glazed eyes.

Your head pounded in pain, caused by all the blue light absorption you'd been taking in recently. God, Ran hated that. How you'd fucking complain of a headache and only do everything to worsen it. It pissed him off. It made him want to yell at you to just shut up about it, considering you didn't want to do anything to help yourself.

You type away at the keyboard once more, every button press causing a little click or clack to immerse from it. The keys light up a particular shade of white, a smooth wave like pattern glazing across it once more. You stop again, unable to finish the sentence once more.

You groan and lean back in your seat, feeling the utter disgust around you. You oh so desperately needed to sit in the shower and cry, considering your stress and pain, but you couldn't. You needed to make these people happy, you owed them. You owed them for giving you a stable job and a roof over your head, the least you could do was have their requests out within a few days.

You sit and ponder about your partner. You were sure there was no love left anymore. Both of you were too financially dependent on one another to up and leave, so it had to work for now.

Ranboo, now not on the phone, nearly slams the door of your office open, smelling the ice cold pasta you hadn't even touched a few feet away. He's quick to raise his voice with a stern tone, pissed off at you once again.

"Dude, I told you dinner was ready an hour ago, what the fuck? And then you just bring it in here and don't even touch it just to stare at the damn screen some more? Are you fucking kidding?"

You roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with this again. "Fuck's it matter? This is my job, Ranboo"

"Your job isn't to please everyone who acts nice to you. Your job is to write quality content and not complain about burning yourself out or headaches that you could easily solve by touching grass! Go outside, this isn't even a job. You don't do anything other than write some stupid fantasy all day and feed into people's delusions, Y/n!" He quickly rants, scoffing at the end.

"Holy shit, you're one to talk! Meh meh, meh, I'm so miserable, and I do all these long streams for my fans, and I treat my partner like shit because I never spend time with them and enable their unhealthy behaviors! I take out my anger on them because I'm a lonely asshole." You quickly spit back, standing up from your chair.

They scoff, stepping towards you a bit, "You're so pathetic, I never want to hear you come to me with your problems again. You're dependent on me. You barely get any money off of that, let alone any to pay rent or buy your own groceries. Get into the real world where talking to fancy businessmen and actually working for your money is all you do! Walk in my shoes for one day!"

You roll your eyes again and scoff, "You don't think this is an actual job? I could say the same to you! You play video games all fucking day and beg for Twitch subs! Just because you have a fancy merch line and have some stupid show you're working on doesn't make you all high and mighty and more important than anyone else!"

"It does, actually, you have no room to complain! If you need a break, you can go take it. My schedule is busy every hour of the day, I have no time to do shit! You're an overbearing, selfish asshole!"

Now that got the waterworks going, that's what got you beyond the point of just petty arguing to genuinely fighting. You have no room to complain, yet you spend all day just trying to make people happy and not hate you, to just pump content out and pretend like you're okay. You bottle up your emotions so he won't have to worry about you, yet you're overbearing and selfish.

"You are such a fucking asshole! Everything needs to be about you, doesn't it? Every single fucking thing in the world, huh? Fine, screw you" You turn to grab the bowl of food, and quickly, out of sheer anger, throw it at him, shattering the ceramic bowl. "I hope I never see you again, go fuck yourself. You don't deserve shit of what you have, your platform, your friends, your money, anything. I hope your whole online empire comes crumbling down and you're left with nothing"

You snatch up your phone, wallet, and keys, quickly stomping past him as tears drip down your cheeks. He stands there, appalled as tears well in his glassy eyes. He tries to chase you outside once he realizes you're serious, but you'd already slammed the door so hard it might as well have fallen off the hinges. He wipes his eyes, cheeks a light red due to the sheer amount of anger he felt in the moment. He was soaked in cold mac and cheese, ruining his white hoodie.

Once the adrenaline wasn't coursing through his veins anymore, he sits himself on the kitchen floor, the cold tile against his hands being used as a grounding technique. Some ceramic dust lays on his shoes, some liquid cheese being smeared against his hoodie as he tries to use a towel to wipe the access off.

Fuck, what did he just do?

He sits in silence, rethinking the situation as tears slowly stream down his face.

He could only hope that you were safe on that bus to nowhere. That bus you used to just go anywhere but home, just to escape the horrible life you lived inside that house. The house that bound you to its walls so you couldn't escape.

You couldn't escape the pain of your popular online presence or the pain of being trapped in that house any longer. Finally, it broke, the enchantment that kept you sealed inside.

Someone had to leave, and it looked like it was going to be you this time around.

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ೃ⁀➷ LATE NIGHT REALISATIONS

Gepard x Gn!Reader

Sypnosis : You had managed to successfully escape the scene and left the Captain to fend for himself. The aftermath of said scene could not be one which you had expected however. Turns out, taking a late night walk with an old friend can lead to realisations, ones of different kinds…

WC : 3.1k

Warnings : None! Fluffy, could turn angsty…Tiny mention of Sampo, idiots in love..? The reader plays as two different people for the plot, you will see what I mean but please keep in mind that the thief and reader are the same just in case you forget! Might make a part 3 before I go back to school <3

Read part 1 || part 2 || part 2.5 || part 3

Ever since the entire café debuckle, the people of the Underworld had been given the food and water that they needed. The food was mainly given towards the sick as many had been living in anguish due to the lack of nutrients that they were receiving. Whereas the drinks were equally spread out among the people, allowing as many people to get their fill.

It pained you in all honesty, to see these people living a life that they had no choice to live in. If they were born here, they would stay here. Well, apart from the exception of Bronya, but, not many people knew of her story in the first place.

Nevertheless, you sat with the children of Boulder Town as you supervised the little rascals who ran around together. Not really doing anything, simply just messing around in general. It was entertaining to say the least. You were perched up on a crate as you giggled at their antics before hearing a ping from your phone this time.

After picking up the device, a message from Sampo was clear as day on the screen. You clicked onto the scammer’s message before reading said message. Now, it turns out, that strange lady who had guided you down the furnace the first time was not-so-surprisingly a man. A man named Sampo, who had unbelievable amounts of charisma. Whilst you were aware of his… dealings, if you will, you had grown fairly close with the man. But that didn’t mean you could avoid his teasing remarks.

“Yo (name), I was just up on the streets when I saw more wanted posters of you. Looks like that Captain is on your back, be careful (╥︣﹏᷅╥᷅)” You let out a scoff after reading his message. Of course Gepard would be more cautious of you ever since that whole situation.

You ran a hand through your hair and let out a sigh before sitting back slightly. Well, looks like stealing from the Underworld would prove to be more of a challenge from now on. Thankfully, going up as little ol’ (name) was still an option. No one would ever suspect you.

Meanwhile, up on the surface…

It was late at night now, the bright specks of light scattered the sky as the moon shone down onto the ghost-like streets. Gepard was finally given some time to take rest as a few of his guards had sworn to protect the land. Not to mention that the rate of Fragmentum monsters was not as large back in that area. Soon enough however, he would have to get back to protecting the city.

The said man was sitting in his bathtub, the warm water reaching just below his collarbone as his arms rested on the edges of the tub. His eyes were closed as his breathing was steady. His mind was constantly clouded with the thoughts of strategies on how to push the front line forward and different formations on how to take on the monsters.

But that was not the only thing. You had become a much larger target to him, which only caused you to be on his radar at all times. Gepard’s mind finally thought about what happened at the last meeting with you. After being dragged away by a few of the guards, he had woken up and immediately snagged his weapon which was laid beside him, next to his bed.

Even with the constant nagging of him being told to not leave until they were sure that no side effects had taken place, the Captain still refused and was practically on the hunt for you. His long strides took him back to the place of the crime which had guards surveilling the area and a few more checking for clues. At the sight of the Captain, they each straightened up and addressed him.

After giving a nod back, he began to look around himself. His eyes were peeled for anything that seemed out of place, and lo and behold, a glittering object was dropped onto the floor. Immediately, his gloved hand reached out and picked up the object before inspecting it. It seemed to be a badge of some sort, except the carving on said badge had worn out overtime it seems. Definitely was not taken care of, he thought.

The only thing that seemed to concern the man was that this badge looked strangely familiar. After looking around and seeing that the guards were more focused on cleaning up the place, Gepard pocketed the badge and planned to show it to his sister to see if she recognised it. He highly doubted that the Silvermane guards could create any connections with it.

That badge was now laying on the countertop beside him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and grabbed the object before observing it again. It was all so disturbing how he recognised the piece of metal but also didn’t. His brows furrowed as he kept searching in his mind what on earth could be the link between him and this.

Eventually, a groan of frustration could be heard as he placed it back down. Gepard had caught a glimpse of his fingertips as they began to prune up just a bit, as he realised he had to probably leave the bath now.

The droplets of water cascaded down his fairly well built body as he wrapped a towel tightly around his waist. Grabbing a separate towel, he began to dry his hair in the mirror, watching as his blonde strands became all messy. He let the smaller towel wrap around his neck as he grabbed the edge of the sink before letting out a deep groan. This whole thing was becoming more frustrating by the second.

However, he chose to try and take his mind off of it as he treaded out of the bathroom, still drying his hair with one side of the towel, the other still laying on his shoulder. Gepard’s balcony windows were open as the somewhat harsh midnight breeze blew his curtains in towards the room. The moon light poured through the gap as it fell silent, the curtains now swaying gently as if dancing.

The silence was suddenly broken as a crash could be heard from outside. Gepard instantly dashed to look off the balcony ledge, only to see a shadowed figure who had knocked over a bin and was frantically trying to clean up the mess now made.

His captain-like mindset caused him to get dressed swiftly, his hair still slightly wet as he threw his clothes on. Maybe, just maybe, this was the thief that he had longed to capture. Even if it was not, he would still be helping an innocent citizen, right?

Meanwhile, with you…

After saying farewell to the children and hugging their parents goodbye, you left Boulder Town through the furnace core. Your body had managed to adapt to the seemingly endless flight of stairs, yet you were still lacking air when you reached the top.

Still feeling slightly woozy from your loss of oxygen, you stumbled around slightly and held yourself up against the wall. Thank goodness it was night time, otherwise people may have taken you for an extreme drunkard. You began walking, still keeping yourself upright with the wall.

Just as you felt well enough to walk normally after catching your breath, you pushed yourself off of the stone material. Unfortunately, in the process of doing so, you had managed to bump into one of the metal bins which were scattered in the streets.

The material instantly collided with the pavement and made probably the loudest noise ever! (It was not that loud, only seemed that way due to the quiet streets.)

“Shit, shit, shit!” Panicking slightly, you kneeled down and began cleaning up the mess, much to your disgust. There wasn’t much in that trash can, only a poster of a terribly drawn black haired man, a few soda cans and some leftover food.

You cringed at the smell but cleaned it all up eventually. After getting the bin to stand upright again, you exhaled and turned around, only to spot a certain figure coming towards you. You squinted your eyes to try and focus on the figure as it progressively came closer to you. The figure took impressively long strides as it appeared in front of you in what seemed like less than a second.

Before you knew it, you were staring at the face of Gepard himself. You widened your eyes in shock and became slightly scared before you realised that you were (name), not the thief of Belobog right now. So you simply lifted your hand and scratched the back of your neck as you stared up at him.

“Evening Gepard. How are you?” You asked him with a nervous expression. But of course, you wouldn’t escape his observant gaze as you watched him raise his eyebrow.

“(Name)? What are you doing out here so late? Are your parents not worried about you?” He questions with concern. The two of you knew each other when you were still kids. In fact, you two were actually great friends. But as Gepard grew older, more training had cursed him which caused you to slowly grow apart from each other. You still talked from time to time, but even that was put on hold as you became the thief which he was unaware of. You did feel guilty having to put him through such things, but it was for a good cause. You just never believed there was any way to convince him of that.

“My parents are fine, and uhm, I’m out here cause…?” Your eyes darted around quickly to look for an excuse before you looked up slightly and spotted the full moon. “Ah yes! I was out here to watch the moon. Not every night you get to see the full moon in all its glory you know?” You applauded yourself internally at your save.

Gepard looked up and noticed the moon as well before letting a noise of agreement. “Well, I suppose that is true. But you should not be out at this time, it’s midnight and you should be getting home,” He replied after looking back at you. Somehow he was all dressed in his uniform, you guessed that either he was on patrol already or was just incredibly fast at getting changed.

“I guess…Well, I’ll get going now!” Your response was quick as you wanted to leave right away. Even though he knew not of your “other self”, you still felt awkward to be in his presence. Quickly, you began to walk off as you held your head straight before hearing his footsteps slowly catch up to you. You turned your head immediately, only to catch him walking just a bit behind you. “You need something?” You asked.

“I was just thinking that I should escort you home. It’s late and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to an old friend,” Gepard replied sheepishly with a faint but noticeable tone of pink on his cheeks. You paused momentarily before thinking. The two of you haven’t had a proper conversation in a while, what’s the harm anyway?

“Sure I guess, as long as you’re not busy,” You said to him before turning and slowly walking again. He gave no reply and instead walked beside you, his boots making loud footsteps in contrast to your light shoes. The silence that fell among you two was comfortable in a way. It felt quite nice to simply be as the two of you were before, old friends who did almost everything together. The silence was broken when Gepard spoke up.

“So, how has life been treating you recently?” He questioned in a hushed tone as his gaze stayed straight. Your breath hitched just barely at his ask, obviously you couldn’t tell him about the robberies. Hell, he’d probably execute you on the spot. So instead you made up a lie.

“Ah, nothing much. Just been relaxing at home most of the time. I guess that’s why I wanted to come out tonight, missed the cold air. What about you?” Your reply was smooth, thank goodness. He thought for a second before speaking.

“It’s been…Alright, I suppose,” He said bluntly. You could tell something was bothering him, and it was most likely the thief thing. But you wanted to hear him say it for himself, so you pushed just a little bit.

“Oh? Only alright? Usually you would say it’s been at least great with the front line. Is there anything else on your mind?” You tried not to make yourself sound too persistent. But it seemed that whatever was on his mind was bothering him too much to even notice.

“Well…just do not tell anyone ok?” He asked, looking at you briefly. You answered with a nod, suddenly becoming a bit concerned. He sighed deeply before speaking.

“Recently, there’s been this thief that keeps popping up more often. You might’ve heard of them since they’ve gotten more common nowadays. But honestly, it’s been stressing me to no end, no matter how hard I try, they always manage to escape. They leave pretty much no pieces of evidence and, as much as I dislike my emotions to get the better of me, it infuriates me sometimes,” He was complaining now, that’s for sure. You smiled internally at your success, but of course you still felt somewhat bad. I mean, you were doing this to a friend, albeit an old friend but still. But before you could even give a reply, he began speaking again.

“But that’s not it,” He brought his hand up to cover his mouth slightly. You looked at him confused before spotting his cheeks become slightly more red, and it was only growing the more he spoke about the thief. “They’re always giving me a challenge, that’s one thing I appreciate. But for crying out loud, whenever I’m near them, I cannot help but feel as if I’m falling deeper into them. Their teasing, when they mock me, when they beat me. It only makes me more intrigued and it’s just…I cannot even describe it,” He seemed to be almost whining but also…complimenting you? This was not something you had ever seen in him that’s for sure.

But you didn’t reply for a while this time. You kept your head held low as you felt a bit of blood rushing to your cheeks. What on earth was he thinking by saying something like that? I mean, it was certainly something to hear him talk about you in such a way, but it was like a different person. You wore different clothes when you acted as a thief, you wore a mask and you mostly wore a hood to hide your hair colour. As you opened your mouth to speak, Gepard managed to get the first word in.

“My apologies if that was too much information. I just needed to get it off my chest, I hope you’re not uncomfortable,” He spoke with a bashful face as he turned to look at you with nervousness in his eyes. You reciprocated the action as you faced him as well.

“No no, it’s fine, I don’t mind. Besides, we used to share everything together, right?” You replied as you put your hands up beside you to show him it was truly alright.

“Thank you, (name). Although I cannot stress how much I would like for you to keep this between us?” He questioned.

“Of course, I don’t plan on telling anyone, do not worry,” You answered with a smile. Silence encased the two of you again as you slowly continued making your way back home.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you approached the steps towards your door. You made your way up the small yet wide steps before turning back and bowing your head to thank Gepard. He told you it was no problem as the two of you stood in silence for a moment. You looked away briefly before turning and opening the door. As you turned the knob, your eyes switched back to the man behind you before saying one last thing.

“It seems you don’t hate that thief as much as you think Gepard. You talked about them like you actually enjoyed their company,” You said with a gentle laugh before smiling slightly. His eyes were wide with surprise as you left him there to wonder what your words meant.

After entering a not shockingly empty house, you made your way up to your room and immediately got changed before flopping onto your bed. You laid on your back with your forearm across your forehead and your other arm on your abdomen. You stared up at the ceiling as you thought about what Gepard had said. Was he really truthful with his words? Did he actually feel those things for you? Was what you said afterwards completely stupid?

You didn’t know anymore. All you knew was that you had to sleep to take your mind off of this. It was all too much, and it was honestly making you overthink everything. So you let your eyes flutter shut as you drifted off into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile with Gepard…

He stood at your steps for a few seconds as he took in your words. Were you right? No, there was no way he enjoyed that criminal’s company. They violated the code and conduct that this city was meant to preserve. And they always mocked him. He would never enjoy such a thing, no way. He kept trying to convince himself.

Gepard looked around a bit and observed the two statues that lay parallel to each other, just next to your door steps. He found himself zoning out for a second before he felt his face contort into one of bewilderment. Upon closer inspection, he noticed some sort of crest carved into the centre of the statues, most likely symbolising your family name.

The captain inched closer and stared at the carving for a while. Why did he feel like he had seen that before? But where. He then remembered that it most certainly was your family crest, since when the two of you would play together, he would spot this exact symbol on your parents uniform.

So why on earth did he feel as if he had seen it again. But not during your childhood. After snapping back to reality, he quickly realised how odd he looked staring at a statue, even if there was no one around to see him. He turned away embarrassed before striding back to his living quarters. He looked back at your house and watched the final light turn off, leaving the place in complete darkness.

All he knew was that there was something about your family that was bothering him. And he would get to the bottom of it, even if it killed him…

A/N : Second fanfic done and dusted. Although it may not be a lot I cannot thank the people who have currently liked, reblogged and commented on my first fic enough. I was honestly so surprised when I actually received notifications of people reading my work and enjoying it. If enough requests are made, I will happily make a part 3 as I have loadsss of ideas for this kind of series. Of course, if you would like a different character story, feel free to leave a request and I will get it done as soon as possible!

[b3stial3]

🌻Withered Sunflower 1/?

Before I start, I want to clarify that it is my first fanfic. do not be very hard, and also, that English is not my mother tongue, which I forgive if i have mistakes

Prologue: On this AU Enea and Diggia go to the same high school, Diggia is constantly suffering bullying from his classmates, and Enea is always defending him

Diggia was calmly sitting on the bench during recess, watching some motorcycle videos on his phone.

But, as had been the case for the past two years, he couldn't have a moment of peace, as those boys, a year older than him, quickly showed up.

Without giving Diggia a chance to react, he was shoved off the bench to the ground, causing his phone's screen to shatter against the floor.

‐My phone!— Diggia said in a little yell

But one of the boys quickly picked it up, laughing at him and at the situation.

"Is this piece of shit seriously your phone? Because I don’t think it is anymore" he said, throwing it back to the ground.

"Come on, you know why we’re here," said the tallest of the boys.

They always stole his food, the homework and everything they could, but when he resisted to this it was way worse, recess was the worst hour for Diggia

—I don’t have anything today... —

He didn't have time to explain further; the tallest boy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Just as we has about to push him off the ground, another boy appeared, catching Diggia to stop him from falling

‐You again? He is so weak that he can't stand up from himself?— the taller said with a smirk that quickly became a laugh

"So, you must be the king with your little gang," said the shortest one, Enea, with a smile.

The tall boy got angry and tried to hit Enea, but Enea blocked him, pulling his arm and making him fall to the ground.

"Stop trying, will you?" Enea said seriously, picking up the phone they had thrown to the ground earlier and walking away with Diggia by the arm.

He took him to a seculded place, just the two of them

"Diggia, you should start standing up for yourself. I can’t always be there for you, especially since we’re not in the same class..." he said, looking at the broken phone.

"I’ll try to get you a new one."

When he turned to look at Diggia, he saw his teary, glassy eyes, on the verge of crying, that broke his heart.

"Hey... Diggi, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I can keep helping you... and about the phone... we’ll get another one... I promise"

–Is not that... but why me?... Enea... i'm really that weird? There is something wrong with me...? It's been a year... a whole year... they just don’t stop... i-i don’t know what to do anymore, w-what did i did wrong... —He said crying to the point of sobbing

"Hey, Diggia, of course not! How can you say that, idiot? Come on, don’t think like that. They’re just a bunch of idiots who go after the smartest or gang up to get what they want. They’re trying to break you, but you’re not going to let them, are you?" Enea said with a somewhat serious expression.

Before he could say anything else, the bell rang.

‐Hey Diggia i can go with you if you want-

"No! I can... go alone... thanks for everything, Enea..." he said with a somewhat empty expression, giving Enea a hug before heading to his class, leaving Enea standing there for a few seconds.

Why did it hurt so much to see his friend like that? It was a question that kept spinning in Enea's mind. He couldn’t understand how he could care so much about someone. They’d been friends since childhood, but nothing more than that. Yet seeing his tears, seeing his state, made him wish he could take down those jerks one by one.

But Diggia had asked him a while ago not to fight them, saying it would "make things worse." That only made Enea curse Diggia silently in his head because he forced himself to listen to him.

On class, Enea couldn't stop thinking on Diggia and his well being, if he was safe in class, if those assholes where gonna go for him again.

But a snap of fingers brought him back to reality—the teacher, who had asked him to solve an exercise. Enea, lost in his thoughts, hadn’t been paying attention.

"Mr. Bastianini, could you solve the equation on the board?" the teacher asked, already exasperated.

"Uh... seven?" he answered randomly, not really in the mood to think.

‐Mr Bastianini... i hope you are well aware that if you keep this, you are gonna fail..—

"Yes, you’ve told me several times already. You can go ahead and ask someone else," he said, showing no interest.

Enea was already aware he was going to fail. He didn’t care much, though he knew his parents wouldn’t like it. He figured he could retake the year and pass it the second time around. He had always scraped by with the bare minimum, but this time, it wouldn’t work. Even so, in his mind, he thought, "This way, I can take better care of Diggia."

At the end of the school day, Diggia walked through the halls with his head down. He knew that as soon as they saw him, they’d demand his lunch again or trip him, as usual. But just as he reached the exit, a hand rested on his shoulder—it was Enea.

‐Come on, i'll go with you, i need to keep you safe from those assholes, and we can go from some crepes, que what you think?— The shorter said while smiling

Diggia didn’t think it was a bad idea, so he decided to nod.

"But I’m paying for the crepes," he said.

"No way, I’m paying, got it?" Enea replied, giving him a gentle shove.

"I have another phone at home; I’ll give it to you later, okay?"

"Enea, it’s really not necessary..." Diggia said, scratching his head.

‐I said i got another phone, and it's gonna be yours—

Diggia sighed and, laughing quietly, simply nodded.

After eating and chatting for a while, Enea accompanied Diggia home, still talking on the way until they reached his house.

"Well, end of the journey, we’re at your place, Sunflower," Enea said, laughing, only to get tripped by Diggia.

Enea called Diggia a Sunflower since they were little, acording to Enea he had the shine and attitude of one

"Don't be an idiot, Enea," Diggia said, embarrassed.

"Tomorrow, if you want, I can come pick you up with the phone. That way, we can chat for a bit, what do you think?" Enea said, smiling.

"Fine... I know that even if I tell you not to, you'll do it anyway," Diggia said, laughing quietly.

‐Then you know, tomorrow i'll be here at 6 am, you won't get rid off..—

He couldn’t finish the sentence as he was interrupted by the tall one’s hug, surprising Enea.

"Thank you so much, Enea... I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you," Diggia said with a smile.

"I have to go now, see you tomorrow!" he said before quickly entering through the door.

"Oh, come on, it’s not necessary, idiot," Enea said, scratching his head as he waved goodbye to his friend.

On his way home, Enea was still feeling nervous. That hug, the first one Diggia had ever given him, had confused him a little. It made him nervous and sped up his heart, something that had never happened with anyone else. But Enea still didn’t know that this nervousness and confusion would soon have a much deeper meaning...

[littlefroginthegarden]

Sold to Heartsteel 8/24

look at part 1 for tags (also you should obv start there with reading)

mmmm so theres some spice in this, proceed at your own risk.

Part 8

Dear friend across the river I’ll take what you can spare

I– did not exactly expect this. I thought a show about League of Legends characters would be suitable for kids but nope, this certainly isn’t.

We barely get half into the first episode when the doorbell rings. Damn delivery is fast here. Probably because it’s such a bougie neighborhood. Ezreal races to the door and K’Sante gets up too. He’s back quickly after, with a crate of beer, shortly followed by Ezreal balancing multiple pizza cartons and a paper bag. He loudly announces the different orders and hands them out. K’Sante grabs a few beers out of the crate. 

“Who wants one?” he asks and Kayn leans forward and reaches out, grabbing two. He looks at me and slightly tilts his head, a question in his eyes.

“Sure!” I say, smiling slightly. I rarely drink, my parents are a huge warning sign. But occasionally I actually like a beer or two. It also helps a lot with my shyness.

Soon everyone is drinking (except Sett) and eating fast food, watching the show, completely enthralled by the story unfolding on the screen. I love it. The art style is so gorgeous and my fingers are itching to draw some fanart of it.

“Vander or Silco?” Kayn asks laughing during one of the intro breaks. “And why is the correct answer Viktor?”

“Obviously you’re gonna pick the twink.” Yone answers.

Kayn laughs “It’s no secret that I like my women stronger and my men weaker than me.” I slightly blush, he really is not shy at all, huh? I could never be so open and proud about these things, I’m way too scared. My thoughts get interrupted by Ezreal saying “Honestly– don’t get me wrong, they are all very fine in their own way – but Jayce? He could get it.”

“Sure, that’s totally the way this would go, huh?” K’Sante now laughs too.

Kayn now looks at me “What about you, Hwei?” he asks.

“Oh god– uhh– I like Ekko?” I stammer, blushing again. The beer helps a bit. Luckily, the episode starts and we all focus on the TV again. Well, all except for Sett and Aphelios. The blanket Sett pulled over them a while ago, barely hides what is happening. Aphelios has his eyes closed and is, not very successfully, trying to suppress soft whimpers as Sett touches him. His neck is a mess, covered in bruises and bitemarks and every time Sett leaves a new one, Aphelios shivers under his mouth. I can barely concentrate on the episode, glancing over at them constantly. At one point Sett actually catches me staring but instead of looking at me angry, he just gives me a big grin and a wink so I keep watching. Sett’s hand wanders under Aphelios’ top, grabbing his chest while slowly grinding against him from underneath. Aphelios tilts his neck way back, not able to stop the groan escaping his throat. I look away before it completely drives me crazy.

Towards the end of the episode I lose control and have to look over again. Aphelios has been suspiciously quiet since a little while and I was wondering if they stopped. Nope, apparently Sett had just shoved three fingers into Aphelios’ mouth, keeping him busy and quiet. Greedily, Aphelios sucks on the fingers, a small dribble of spit running down his chin. He doesn’t seem to notice it. Sett pulls his hand back, Aphelios trying to follow with his head but immediately pushed back when Sett grabs his chin and tilts his head to the side, sucking on his neck, his hand moving in slow strokes under the blanket. My heart is beating so fast now and my breath is heavy. I completely forget about the show in the background as my head gets dizzy.

Suddenly Ezreal whispers into my ear from behind me, causing me to jerk slightly forward, feeling caught. “You seem to be having fun – oh it’s all good, sorry for scaring you! – Your hair looks so wonderfully fluffy, you mind if I touch it?”

“No, go ahead.” Merely a breathless whisper. What am I doing? I want this, I really crave touch right now and also, it’s fucking Ezreal? But who am I, that I admit such things? Sure, it’s nothing scandalous but still.

I close my eyes when I feel his right hand pushing into my hair, his fingers softly scratching my scalp. I bite back all the noises my throat is trying to make and lean into his hand. He softly chuckles and keeps his fingers wandering through my hair, playing with the strands. I lose track of time and just relax, enjoying the sensation.

A soft gasp escapes me when he rubs the spot on my neck right under my ear. After a while, his second hand joins in. He grabs my hair and gently pulls my head back, his other hand tilting my chin up and running over my neck slowly. When I shudder slightly he laughs and lets go, ruffling through my hair for a last time. “That’s enough for now, don’t want you to go crazy, huh?” he teases. I can’t even answer, my mind is a chaos of hornyness, embarrassment and a little bit of shame for the fact that the embarrassment is making me even hornier.

I open my eyes and quickly look over the round to see if anyone might have noticed the whole thing. Sett and Aphelios are still busy with each other and Kayn is looking at the TV with a slightly sour face. Oh no, did he see and is now mad that he’s literally sandwiched in between all that’s happening right now? I really hope I didn’t make him uncomfortable. I assumed Ezreal would know if that was okay around his friend. At least K’Sante and Yone both seem fully focused on the show.

[sofiamantegafan110]

NEW X-MEN EPISODE 9

EPISODE 9: U-MUTANTS PART 2

WE OPEN UP IN A DARK ROOM AS A SHADOWY FIGURE ENTERS IT. HE OPENS A DOOR, SHINING A LIGHT ON SEVERAL PIECES OF LAB EQUIPMENT AND SURGICAL TOOLS IN THE ROOM. THE UNKNOWN MAN THEN WALKS UP TO A LAB TABLE, DEEP IN THOUGHT.

SUDDENLY, THE DOOR OPENS AND A MALE VOICE SAYS THAT SOMEONE APPEARS TO HAVE TAKEN THE BAIT. SOMEONE WHO SEEMS IMPORTANT. THE FIRST MAN NODS, SAYING THAT THIS IS THE MOMENT THEY’VE BEEN WAITING FOR, WALKING OFF. THE DOOR OPENS, GIVING SOME LIGHT ON THE TABLE, WHICH HAS A BRAIN INSIDE A SPHERICAL TANK, WHICH SEVERAL NEEDLES PUNCTURING THE GLASS. AS THE DOOR CLOSES, IT PULSES SLOWLY BEFORE THE ROOM GOES DARK AGAIN.

MEANWHILE, ANGEL OPENS HER EYES, BLEARILY, LOOKING OVER AT THE SETTING AROUND HER. SHE SUDDENLY GASPS WHEN SHE SEES THE THREE DEAD U-MEN AND JULIAN STANDING IN FRONT OF HER, HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.

JULIAN: THIS MAY SOUND A BIT CORNY, BUT COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.

CUE INTRO AND CREDITS.

WE CUT TO DANI’S OFFICE WHERE MONET IS SITTING. DANI TELLS HER THAT IF SHE FEELS THAT WAY, WHY DOESN’T SHE JUST APOLOGIZE TO JULIAN? MONET TELLS HER THAT SHE’S AFRAID IF IT COMES FROM HER, HE WON’T THINK SHE’S BEING GENUINE. THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAS MOSTLY FULL OF LIES, SO SHE’S POSITIVE THAT HER APOLOGY WILL JUST BECOME A BIG MESS. DANI TELLS HER THAT MAYBE SHE SHOULD START BY BEING GENUINE, TO SPEAK FROM THE HEART. MONET IS UNSURE, BUT TELLS HER THAT SHE THINKS IT COULD WORK.

MEANWHILE, JULIAN CONTINUES TO HOLD OUT HIS HAND TO ANGEL, TELLING HER THAT IT’S A YES OR NO QUESTION. ANGEL BACKS AWAY, AFRAID, AS LAURA TELLS HER THAT THEY’RE HERE TO HELP. ANGEL GAGS BEFORE VOMITING ON LAURA’S HAND, MELTING THE SKIN. SHE PANTS, SAYING THAT THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER. SHE MUST BE GOING CRAZY. JULIAN SIGHS, INTRODUCING HIM AND LAURA AND TELLING ANGEL THAT HE’S GOING TO UNLOCK THE RESTRAINTS AROUND HER WINGS, BUT SHE PROBABLY SHOULDN’T TRY TO FLY OFF.

THE SECOND THE RESTRAINTS ARE REMOVED, ANGEL SHOOTS OUT OF THE VAN IN A PANIC, AND JULIAN GROANS, SAYING THAT HE TRIED. THE DUO WATCH ANGEL CAREEN AROUND LIKE A BABY BIRD BEFORE CRASHING ONTO THE GROUND. SHE GROANS IN PAIN AS JULIAN FLIES UP TO HER, REACHING OUT HIS HAND.

JULIAN: LOOK, KID. I DUNNO IF YOU NOTICED, BUT WE’RE IN THE SAME BOAT AS YOU. EXCEPT WE ACTUALLY HAVE A HANDLE ON OUR POWERS. NOW, YOU CAN TRY TO MAKE IT ON YOUR OWN, BUT SINCE YOU LACK THE EXPERIENCE, I’M GUESSING YOU WON’T LAST LONG IN THIS FUCKED-UP WORLD. BUT IF YOU COME WITH ME AND LAURA, YOU CAN LEARN HOW TO BE A HERO. YOU CAN LEARN COOL THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF AND YOU’LL BE ABLE TO AT LEAST FLY WITHOUT CRASHING AWFULLY. I’M RIGHT HERE WHENEVER YOU DECIDE, OKAY?

ANGEL TURNS TO LOOK AT HIM, TEARS IN HER EYES.

ANGEL: DON’T TOUCH MY WINGS, YOU PERVERT. OKAY?

MEANWHILE, CLARICE CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER WHERE JULIAN RAN OFF TO. ANGELO ADMITS THAT HE WAS WONDERING THE SAME THING. JAY THEN SAYS THAT HE HEARD THAT MS. FROST SENT HIM AND LAURA ON A SECRET MISSION, PIQUING SOFIA’S INTEREST. CESSILY IMMEDIATELY SHUSHES THEM, LOOKING AT THE SMILING FACE OF ALASTOR, THE RADIO DEMON, ON THE TV SCREEN.

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ALASTOR: AND WHAT CAN YOU DO, MY FEMININE FELLOW?

ANGEL DUST: I CAN SUCK YOUR DICK!

ALASTOR FREEZES FOR A SECOND AT THAT RETORT, STILL RETAINING HIS USUAL SMILING FACE.

ALASTOR: HA! NO!

ANGEL DUST: PFFT! YOUR LOSS!

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SEVERAL STUDENTS TRY THEIR BEST NOT TO CHOKE ON THEIR FOOD AT ANGEL’S RESPONSE. SOFIA THEN ASKS WHAT A DICK IS AND WHY IT NEEDS SUCKING, CAUSING THEM ALL TO SPIT OUT THEIR DRINKS AND CONFUSING HER EVEN MORE.

MEANWHILE, LAURA AND JULIAN CONTINUE THEIR INVESTIGATION, WHICH IS NOW A BIT SLOWED DOWN WITH THE NEW ADDITION OF ANGEL, WHO IS CONSTANTLY ASKING QUESTIONS. AT ONE POINT, SHE ASKS JULIAN IF HIM AND LAURA ARE DATING, WHICH IRRITATES THE BOTH OF THEM. LAURA CROUCHES DOWN AND SNIFFS, SAYING THAT SHE SMELLS GASOLINE, WHICH MUST MEAN THAT MARTHA WAS TAKEN INTO A VEHICLE. JULIAN COMMENTS ON LAURA’S SLEUTHING WHILE ANGEL LOOKS RIGHT AHEAD AT A BIG BUILDING IN THEIR DIRECTION. SHE THEN ASKS IF THIS COULD BE A LEAD.

JULIAN: INTERESTING. WE GOT A THIRD SLEUTH ON OUR HANDS. BONUS POINTS FOR A KNOWLEDGE OF COMICS.

ANGEL: THAT’S SUBLIME INCORPORATED, HEADQUARTERS OF SOME GENETICIST NAMED JOHN SUBLIME. HE’S KINDA LIKE IF BRUCE WAYNE FROM DC AND ELON MUSK HAD A BABY AND DONALD TRUMP WAS THE SURROGATE. IT'S RUMORED THAT HIS BOOK THE THIRD SPECIES STARTED THE U-MEN GROUP, WHICH I THINK YOU KNOW WAS THE GROUP THAT KIDNAPPED ME.

JULIAN THEN PLACES HIS HAT ON ANGEL’S HEAD, AND SHE GROANS. LAURA SAYS THAT THE TRAIL DOES LEAD OVER TO THAT BUILDING, SO IT SEEMS LIKE A LEAD. JULIAN NODS, SAYING THAT IT’S ALWAYS THE RICH ASSHOLE WHO’S THE CULPRIT. THE TRIO THEN TAKE OFF TOWARD THE BUILDING. JULIAN OPENS THE FRONT DOOR WITH HIS TELEKINESIS AND THEY WALK IN. JULIAN LOOKS AROUND AS THE PLACE APPEARS TO BE ABANDONED. HE COMMENTS THAT THIS IS DEFINITELY HIS WEIRDEST FIRST DATE, AND LAURA TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS AT HIM. SHE SAYS THAT THIS ISN’T A DATE, IT’S A RESCUE MISSION. SHE SHOULD’VE KNOWN HE WOULDN’T PUT HIS DUTY BEFORE HIS “LIBIDO”.

JULIAN: HEY, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO HAD A CRUSH ON ME, REMEMBER?

ANGEL: WAIT, SHE WHAT?

LAURA: THAT WAS A MISTAKE. I CANNOT BE FRATERNIZING WITH MY TEAMMATES. IT’LL BE TOO DISTRACTING.

JULIAN: UM, CLARICE AND SOFIA ARE A FULL-FLEDGED COUPLE AND THEY KINDA LEAD THE TEAM.

LAURA: BLINK AND WIND DANCER ARE BEING STUPID AND IMMATURE. WE CANNOT AFFORD TO JEAPORDIZE THE TEAM.

ANGEL: DAMN JULIAN. YOU GONNA TAKE THAT?

JULIAN: I SAVED YOUR FUCKING LIFE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!

LAURA: NO. YOU REMOVED THE COLLAR AND THEN FOUND IT AS A GOOD EXCUSE TO KISS ME.

JULIAN: IT WAS CPR! YOU’D FIGURE A FORMER ASSASSIN WOULD KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!

ANGEL: HOLY SHIT. TELL HIM HOW IT IS, LAURA!

LAURA: AND I FIGURED YOU WOULD REALIZE THAT I’VE NEVER LIKED SOMEONE BEFORE! I DON’T KNOW HOW TO BE AND I’M WORRIED I MIGHT LET YOU DOWN!

JULIAN: YOU DON’T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THAT BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE YOU!

FOR A WHILE, THEY BOTH STARE AT EACH OTHER, ANGRY AND CONFUSED. ANGEL JUST LOOKS AT THEM.

ANGEL: DAMN. Y’ALL HAVE ISSUES.

SUDDENLY, THEY ALL FALL TO THE GROUND AS U-MEN APPROACH THEM. A TALL MAN WALKS UP, AND ANGEL GASPS WHEN SHE REALIZES THAT THAT’S JOHN SUBLIME. HE SMILES, SAYING THAT HE EXPECTED SOME OF THE MORE KNOWN X-MEN, LIKE CYCLOPS OR EMMA FROST, SO IMAGINE HIS SURPRISE WHEN THE X-MEN SENT THEIR CHILDREN INSTEAD. JULIAN IMMEDIATELY LOOKS OFFENDED AS LAURA ASKS HOW HE’S ABLE TO DO THIS, AND SUBLIME GRINS, HOLDING OUT THE BRAIN IN THE CANISTER FROM BEFORE.

SUBLIME: MEET MARTHA JOHANSSON. MARTHA’S A BIT OF A METAL FAN.

LAURA AND JULIAN GASP IN SHOCK AS THEY BEGIN TO PASS OUT WHILE SUBLIME SAYS THAT MUTANTS ALWAYS THINK THAT THEY OWN THE EARTH. BY LEADING THE U-MEN, HE GIVES POWERS TO THE POWERLESS, WHILE REMOVING SOME OF THE COMPETITION ALONG THE WAY. JULIAN GLARES AT HIM BEFORE PASSING OUT, LAURA AND ANGEL EVENTUALLY DOING THE SAME WHILE SUBLIME GRINS WICKEDLY.

MEANWHILE, DANI ASKS MONET IF, IN ANY WAY, THE PERSON SHE’S ANGRY AT IS SOFIA. MONET SIGHS AND ADMITS THAT AT FIRST, SHE WAS. AFTER ALL, IT SEEMED LIKE SOFIA STOLE EVERYTHING FROM HER; HER BOYFRIEND, HER POPULARITY, HER SPOT AS CAPTAIN, BUT WHEN SHE LOOKED AT THE SITUATION CLOSER, SHE REALIZED THAT SOFIA WAS ABLE TO BE BETTER. HER KINDNESS WAS SOMETHING MONET FELT SHE NEVER HAD. SHE KNOWS THAT SOFIA IS PRETTY AND POPULAR, BUT SHE ALSO DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK.

DANI: TELL THAT TO THE HATERS ONLINE. THE PEOPLE WHO COMMENT ABOUT HER LIKE THEY KNOW HER PERSONALLY. THE PEOPLE WHO SAY THINGS LIKE ‘HEY BEAUTIFUL’, ‘HI DARLING’ ‘HI SEXY’, AND CALL HER ‘WHORE’, ‘BIMBO’, ‘SKANK’, AND ‘MUTANT’. THE TRUTH IS THAT SOFIA DOES CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT HER. AND IT MAKES HER WANT TO BE A BETTER PERSON BECAUSE OF THAT. IN A WAY, YOU GUYS ARE THE SAME.

MONET’S FACE LIGHTENS AT THIS AND DANI SMILES.

MEANWHILE, CESSILY SIGHS AND SAYS THAT JULIAN’S GONNA MISS THE SHOW AT THIS POINT. SOFIA TELLS HER THAT HE’S SURELY SEEN IT BEFORE, SO HE MIGHT NOT MIND. THEY THEN LOOK BACK AT THE SCREEN AND GRIN AT THE CARTOON IMAGE OF THE WINGED CAT DEMON HUSKER AS HE TALKS TO ALASTOR.

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HUSK: ARE YOU SHITTIN' ME?!

ALASTOR: HMMMM? NO! I DON'T THINK SO!

HUSK: YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SOME KIND OF BIG FUCKING RIOT JUST TO PULL ME OUT OF NOWHERE?! YOU THINK I'M SOME TYPE OF FUCKING CLOWN?!

ALASTOR: MAYBE!

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CESSILY AND A FEW OTHERS IN THE ROOM SNORT A LITTLE AT ALASTOR'S RETORT.

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HUSK: I AIN'T DOING NO FUCKING CHARITY JOB!

ALASTOR: WELL, I FIGURED YOU WOULD BE THE PERFECT FACE TO MAN THE FRONT DESK OF THIS FINE ESTABLISHMENT. WITH YOUR CHARMING SMILE AND WELCOMING ENERGY, THIS JOB WAS MADE FOR YOU!

ALASTOR THEN PUTS HIS THUMB AND INDEX FINGER ON EACH CORNER OF HUSK’S LIPS AND LIFT THEM UP TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE HE'S SMILING.

ALASTOR: DON'T WORRY MY FRIEND! I CAN MAKE THIS MORE WELCOMING! IF YOU WISH!

WITH A WAVE OF HIS ARM, ALASTOR MAKES A BOTTLE APPEAR ON THE DESK, THE LABEL READING "CHEAP BOOZE!" HUSK HAS A LOOK OF TEMPTATION ON HIS FACE AS HE LOOKS AT THE BOOZE, THEN BACK AT ALASTOR.

HUSK: WHAT, YOU THINK YOU CAN BUY ME WITH A WINK AND SOME CHEAP BOOZE?! WELL YOU CAN!!!

HUSK THEN TAKES A FEW CHUGS FROM THE BOOZE.

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SOFIA CHUCKLES, SAYING THAT SHE SAW THAT COMING A MILE AWAY.

MEANWHILE, LAURA, ANGEL, AND JULIAN FIND THEMSELVES STRAPPED TO GURNEYS WITH SEVERAL U-MEN STANDING OVER THEM, DISCUSSING WHERE THEY SHOULD DISSECT. JULIAN STRUGGLES TO REMOVE HIS BONDS, BUT FINDS THAT HE IS INCAPABLE OF DOING SO. LAURA SIGHS AS ANGEL IMMEDIATELY STARTS REGRETTING EVER GOING ALONG WITH THOSE WEIRDOS. SURE, HER LIFE WASN’T PERFECT BUT AT LEAST SHE DIDN’T HAVE WEIRD FLY WINGS THAT SHE COULD BARELY CONTROL, AND SHE COULDN’T VOMIT UP ACID EVERY TIME SHE… ANGEL SUDDENLY GETS AN IDEA.

ANGEL: YO! I’M HUNGRY! IF YOU’RE GONNA KILL US, CAN I AT LEAST BE TREATED TO A LAST MEAL?

U-MAN 1: SURE. I MEAN, WE’RE NOT COMPLETE MONSTERS. HERE, I’LL GIVE YOU MY SANDWICH.

U-MAN 2: BOB, WHAT THE FUCK?

BOB: SHE’S HUNGRY, KARL. JUST ‘CAUSE WE’RE ABOUT TO KILL HER DOESN’T MEAN SHE DOESN’T DESERVE SOME DIGNITY.

ANGEL: WAIT. I NEED TO SPRAY ACID ON MY FOOD. TO BREAK IT DOWN PROPERLY. IF YOU JUST DEACTIVATE THAT PART OF THE INHIBITOR, I’LL JUST PUT SOME ON THE FOOD AND YOU CAN REACTIVATE THE INHIBITOR BEFORE YOU CUT ME OPEN.

BOB: FINE. BUT MAKE IT QUICK, MUTIE.

THE GUARD DEACTIVATES ONE PART OF ANGEL’S INHIBITOR AND HOLDS THE SANDWICH UP TO HER. SHE REARS HER HEAD BACK, BUT THEN SPITS A STEADY STREAM OF ACID STRAIGHT INTO HIS FACE. AS HE SCREAMS, ANGEL SPITS ON HER RESTRAINTS, FREEING HER.

ANGEL: SHOULDN’T’A TRIED TO KILL ME, YOU WHITE-ASS MUTHERFUCKA!

ANGEL THEN FLIES OVER TO JULIAN AND LAURA, SPITTING ACID ON THEIR RESTRAINTS AND REMOVING THEIR INHIBITORS. SUDDENLY, THE OTHER U-MAN TRIES TO SHOOT THEM, BUT JULIAN BLASTS HIM WITH HIS TELEKINESIS BEFORE BLASTING A HOLE IN THE WALL AND SAYING THAT THEY SHOULD GO BEFORE DOCTOR CHUCKLES TRIES TO CUT THEM OPEN AGAIN. BEFORE THEY CAN, ANGEL NOTICES MARTHA’S TANK.

ANGEL: YO! Y’ALL CRAZY PEOPLE WERE TRYING TO FIND THIS CHICK? THE ONE WHO’S A BRAIN RIGHT NOW? WELL, SHE’S RIGHT HERE.

JULIAN: ARE YOU SURE SHE’S NOT DEAD? SHE’S LITERALLY A BRAIN.

ANGEL: I’M SURE. I CAN HEAR HER IN MY BRAIN. I THINK SHE WANTS US TO TAKE HER WITH US.

LAURA: WELL, IT IS WHAT WE CAME TO DO, RIGHT?

JULIAN: FINE.

A FEW MINUTES LATER, LAURA, JULIAN, ANGEL, AND MARTHA’S BRAIN ENTER XAVIER’S. THEY BRIEFLY WALK PAST THE LOUNGE WHERE THE STUDENTS ARE WATCHING THE VIDEO START TO WRAP UP.

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ALASTOR: NOW, THIS IS THE START OF SOME REAL CHANGES. THE GAME IS SET. NOW... STAY TUNED.

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AS THE SHOW ENDS, JAY COMMENTS ON HOW INTERESTING IT WAS. SOFIA SAYS THAT SHE THINKS WHAT CHARLIE IS TRYING TO ACHIEVE IS A GREAT IDEA, BUT IT’LL BE DIFFICULT BECAUSE SO LITTLE PEOPLE ARE WILLING TO CHANGE. CESSILY NODS, SAYING THAT MOST PEOPLE DON’T CHANGE. THAT’S JUST HOW LIFE IS. SOFIA THEN ASKS IF MAYBE THE SAME COULD BE SAID FOR MONET, BUT CESSILY REASSURES HER THAT MONET WILL HOPEFULLY…

MONET SUDDENLY ENTERS THE ROOM, ASKING IF SHE COULD TALK TO THEM FOR A BIT. SOFIA NODS AND MONET SITS DOWN. AS SHE DOES, SHE ADMITS TO HER MISTAKES AND THAT SHE FELT LIKE SHE WAS JUST STUCK IN A SITUATION WHERE SHE HAD TO BE SOMEONE THAT WASN’T HERSELF. THE TRUTH IS, SHE BELIEVES THAT SOFIA IS THE TYPE OF POPULAR THAT MONET NEVER COULD BE, AND SHE WANTS TO LEARN FROM HER SO THAT SHE CAN BE A BETTER PERSON.

SOFIA: MONET, I KNEW YOU’D COME THROUGH. I… THIS REALLY MEANS A LOT. AND IF YOU WISH, YOU CAN RETURN TO THE CHEER SQUAD. I WOULD BE HAPPY TO HELP YOU.

MONET: THANKS. HEY, WHERE’S JULIAN? I MIGHT WANNA TALK TO HIM TOO.

CESSILY: I THINK HE JUST GOT BACK WITH LAURA.

MONET: OKAY. THANKS AGAIN.

MEANWHILE, JULIAN AND LAURA START TO WALK OUT OF EMMA’S OFFICE. EMMA THANKS THEM FOR THEIR HELP, AND WITH ANY LUCK, SHE CAN HELP ASSIGN ANGEL TO A SQUAD AND TRY TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT MARTHA’S SITUATION. SHE KNOWS HER FAMILY WILL BE GLAD THAT THEIR DAUGHTER IS… MOSTLY SAFE.

AS JULIAN AND LAURA WALK OUT, JULIAN STARTS TO APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT HE SAID. BEFORE HE CAN, LAURA APOLOGIZES. SHE SAYS THAT SHE ACTED UNFAIRLY TO HIM WHEN SHE WAS THE REASON HE HAD FEELINGS FOR HER. JULIAN SMILES AND ASKS IF THEY’RE COOL, PROMPTING LAURA TO NOD. THEY THEN LEAN IN AND KISS.

AS THIS HAPPENS, MONET STARTS TO WALK OVER TO THEM, BUT NOTICES THEM KISSING. SHE SMILES BRIEFLY AND THEN STARTS TO WALK AWAY, AGREEING TO GIVE THEM THEIR MOMENT. AS THE SCREEN FADES TO BLACK, THE CAMERA FOCUSES ON LAURA AND JULIAN KISSING PASSIONATELY.

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How to maintain physical and mental activity?

If it is difficult for you to maintain physical and mental activity, if you sleep a normal 8 hours, but still feel constantly tired, this is a signal from the body for help. You should not squeeze efficiency out of yourself by ignoring such symptoms. Most likely, you took more from your body than it could give you. It's time to stop and deal with the causes of the non-resource state. And also provide timely support to your body.

Possible causes of fatigue. How to maintain physical and mental activity?

Lack of sleep

More important than the amount of sleep can only be its quality. The brain structures and cleans up the information received during the day. Everyone knows that the earlier we go to bed, the more valuable it is for our well–being. But how many people attach importance to this simple rule? Usually after work we cheer up, try to prolong activity to watch a movie, chatting with loved ones, visit entertainment venues, and workaholics – to finish the job.

These processes can drag on until late at night. Thus, we sacrifice the best period for sleep – from 21:00 to 00:00, during which the strength is restored and the nervous system calms down. "Getting enough sleep" at the weekend will help relieve general irritability, but it is much more difficult to rehabilitate impaired cognitive abilities with such disordered sleep.

Bright light knocks down circadian rhythms. Therefore, ideally, two hours before bedtime, do not look at the screens of the phone, TV, or tablet, so that the body begins to produce melatonin, and you easily fall asleep.

You should not abuse coffee. The caffeine drunk after lunch remains in the body for many more hours and does not allow the body to completely relax even in sleep.

At night, intestinal activity decreases, and the body needs to rest, so it is necessary to finish eating 3 hours before bedtime.

Taking into account the above nuances, build your schedule so that sleep becomes as high-quality as possible, and your physical condition improves, as well as your mood stabilizes.

Improper nutrition and dehydration

Of course, the ideal option would be to grow your own clean products, but not everyone can do it in a city. Therefore, try to at least be interested in the composition and origin of the food that got on your plate. Evaluate your eating habits. Perhaps you eat incompatible foods in one go, overeat, or get carried away with junk food or semi-finished products, which affects your overall well-being.

Every part of our body needs water. Even a slight degree of dehydration can weaken us, and cause lethargy. The work of the body slows down due to lack of water, as the latter transfers nutrients to the cells. Do not wait until you want to drink, maintain your water balance by drinking 35 ml per kilogram of your weight during the day.

Sedentary lifestyle (physical inactivity)

If you spend most of the day in a stationary position, reduce physical labor as much as possible, and prefer to rest on the couch, you risk acquiring a number of diseases. Physical inactivity negatively affects the activity of the brain, causing irritability, insomnia, decreased performance, and fatigue.

Our body is made for movement. Without physical exertion, it gradually weakens. No matter how paradoxical it may be, how much energy you spend, so much will return to the body. Exit the "economy" mode. Any physical activity that is pleasant to you is welcome – yoga, swimming, cycling, jogging, or exercise. Even a 20-minute walk in the park or in the woods enriches cells with oxygen, and vitamin D and dispels the fog in the head.

Psychological problems

Here you can list a whole list of factors that undermine the health of the nervous system. A job from which you have "grown up" for a long time and cannot realize your potential on it. Monotonous work that does not require the manifestation of creative abilities, both at work and at home. On the other hand – multitasking, deadlines, and heavy mental loads. An excessive amount of information, especially of a negative nature (social networks, advertising, empty conversations). Stress and depression, which are increasingly becoming the companions of modern man. Lack of like-minded people, inspiring goals, and quality rest.

"Medicines" for fatigue

"Medicines" are a healthy diet, sound sleep, sufficient fluid intake, an active lifestyle, as well as the search for the real you, your own values, and liberation from excess. Try to relieve yourself as much as possible and reduce the psycho-emotional tension. Don't take on new tasks, put aside gadgets more often.

Do not engage in deliberately unpleasant conversations. Don't blame yourself for being unproductive. Stay in silence, in nature. Think about what exactly upsets you in the way of your own life. What can you change, and what can you eliminate right now? Start, for example, with things that do not please and do not benefit. They take away your energy. A suit that you will wear someday-never; wet, but still "normal" shoes; a candle stub that has been stored for years in case of a power outage. Throw them away. Clear your space from unnecessary.

Think about what exactly you don't like about your work. What can be changed in it? Or maybe this position no longer has any meaning for you personally, and it's time to make room for another candidate?

What fascinates you? At what moments does enthusiasm wake up? An enthusiastic person forgets about fatigue and burns with his idea.

Add taking care of yourself to the list of mandatory tasks – any relaxing and wellness procedures. Anything that fills you will do. Massage, sauna, contrast shower, reading books, listening to music, dancing, walking in a deserted place, socializing with friends and animals.

These daily activities will keep both the body and the nervous system in good shape. Remember that with a decrease in mental resources, immunity decreases. Therefore, even a small regular contribution to yourself matters. Take care of your body in advance, without bringing it to a critical state.

If you understand that at this stage you are not able to get out without someone's help, contact a psychologist. Trust a specialist. Voicing your experiences to an understanding person is therapy in itself. A good specialist will help you find the root of the problem and solve it.

This is your life and you are able to cope with any difficulties. The main thing is to take at least small steps toward change.

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from Modern Screen, November 1941

EYE CUES BY CAROL CARTER 

HERE'S HOW TO PROTECT THOSE PRECIOUS ORBS OF YOURS

Transcription Below!

Eyes are far and away the most important single feature in a girl's face. Their size, shape and color are pretty well settled by heredity, though their expression is decided largely by what you make of your own personality. On the other hand, their depth, clarity and strength depend a great deal upon the care you give your eyes. 

Skillful use of eye make-up is extremely important; so much so that the following four pages are devoted entirely to the art of its application. But if you don't first protect that one and only pair of peepers—all the make-up in kingdom come will not make your eyes the things of beauty that they should be. 

Strained, neglected eyes just can't possibly look like fathomless pools—or even like normally intelligent, efficient organs of sight. For eyes reflect the status quo of mind and body as well as spirit—and once they're worn out, they can't readily be replaced—so treat yours with proper respect all of the time. 

An eye is a delicate, complex, intricate organ, operated by six muscles and divided into two chambers: the front containing a chrystalline lens, the second holding the iris or pupil. Rays of light enter your eyes and produce a chemical change on the retina in exactly the same way that light affects a sensitized camera plate or film. In fact, your eyes actually are marvelous cameras which are constantly taking pictures and relaying them to your brain via the optic nerve. 

Under-nourishment, wrong food, a sluggish system, loss of sleep, strain, or any kind of worry show immediately in dull, expressionless, unglamorous eyes. And headaches that appear to come from other causes often are the result of tired, neglected eyes. The wrong kind of light, for example, will seriously affect the efficiency and beauty of your eyes. Glaring sun or electric lights, reflections from large, flat, glossy surfaces—all can cause severe eye strain. Dim or flickering lights are even more injurious. When you work, read or play games, be sure that the light comes from above and behind you. Hold books or the work you are doing fourteen to sixteen inches away and, whenever possible, hold them up in front of you—not down where you have to double up like a jackknife to see them. 

Rest your eyes frequently. Look off to the most distant possible horizon or at any far off object. This not only rests but strengthens eye muscles. Blink your eyes often and shift them frequently, too. This rests and at the same time gives needed exercise. Avoid staring in a fixed gaze. This is not only rude and unlovely to look at, but actually injurious to eyes. Beautiful eyes are relaxed and full of motion. They are never stiff or stationary. 

Consciously relax your eyes every night before going to sleep. Imagine you are looking into soft, lusterless black velvet or into deep black pools of water. During the day, close your eyes frequently if for only a second or two at a time. Relax them now and then by cupping your hands over each one to shut out all the light. After a hard day's work or before getting dressed for an extra-special date, wring out a square of cotton in ice cold skin freshener or a special eye lotion. Place one over each closed eye and relax for ten or fifteen minutes. Or use some of those handy little specially-prepared eye pads that come in jars ready for use. You'll feel rested and refreshed all over after using them. A rich emollient cream massaged with a rotary motion into all the delicate skin surrounding the eyes is another beauty trick which smoothes out wrinkles and relaxes tired nerves. 

Of course, outdoor exercise, especially games which require your eyes to follow some small object like a golf, tennis or ping-pong ball is excellent for eyes. 

Don't forget to eat for eye beauty also. Butter, cream, eggs, fresh vegetables and fruits are full of the essential Vitamin A. 

Wear good, dark ground-lensed glasses when you must spend much time out in the glare of sun or snow or water. There are such good-looking dark glasses everywhere these days that they are as ornamental as they are beneficial.

EYES should be washed out night and morning with salt water, boric acid solution or one of the excellent specially prepared eye washes. These relax, stimulate and strengthen as well as cleanse out dirt and accumulated secretions. 

Remember that the smaller the area on which you fix your gaze, the easier a time your eyes will have. Don't try to see everything at once. Focus your eyes on one object at a time, then move and shift them often. Roll your eyes to right and left, then all around slowly every time you have a few spare moments by yourself. Look up as far as you can, then down. Open your eyes wide, then close them tightly. Alternate these little exercises and repeat them frequently. 

And if you ever find yourself with a foreign body—a speck of dirt, cinder, etc. —in one of your eyes, here are a few helpful tips to follow. First, do not rub it in. Hold both eyes wide open as far as possible, without blinking, until the tears begin to flow. If this won't work, take the small corner of a clean, dry kerchief or tissue and try to dislodge the offending object. Hold the lid away from your eyeball by grasping the lashes gently but firmly. Don't wrap your kerchief around any hard object such as a pencil, match or toothpick. You're likely to damage your eye permanently by just such a trick. If all these resources fail, hie yourself to the nearest drug store or doctor for more expert ministrations. 

There—we've outlined the basic care to strengthen and protect those orbs of yours. Now you can safely concentrate on make-up. Follow the tips in "Eyes Right" and in the chart following. You'll go out and slay the stag line. 

No eyes are truly lovely unless they are clear, bright and healthy-looking, so whenever yours feel tired and strained or are inflamed, soothe them with Eye-Gene lotion. You need just a drop in each eye and they appear clear and refreshed in seconds. Use it as frequently as you like, although twice a day is the usual routine. Eye-Gene is stainless so you don't need to worry about soiling hankies or clothes. 

Photo captions:

Universal’s Peggy Moran smooths delicate eye skin with rich cream.

Peggy cleanses her eyes night and morning with a mild, special lotion.

Moistened pads over closed eyes rest not only eyes but also nerves.

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Eyes Right BY CAROL CARTER 

MAKE YOUR EYES LOVELIER TO GAZE INTO BY PLAYING UP THEIR BEAUTY WITH MASCARA, SHADOW AND BROW PENCIL

Your eyes may be merry and friendly, soulful and large or fringed with the longest of lashes, but you can always make them even lovelier with the right amount of make-up, expertly applied. It takes only a touch of mascara or an accent of shadow or brow pencil to make them appear larger, brighter, deeper—and very much more exciting and interesting. 

In making up your eyes—and every girl really should bring out their beauty—you should strive for an absolutely natural effect. Keep in mind their structural relationship to the rest of your features and to their natural frames—your brows. For instance, if you have a round youthful face with correspondingly round eyes, you can lengthen them slightly with skillful make-up, but don't try to make them look long, narrow and exotic, for that would be out of keeping with the rest of your face, your expression and your personality. The chart on pages 50 and 51 will guide you in using make-up to give your eyes better proportion and will also suggest colors to emphasize their natural hue. 

Brows need regular attention if they're to be flattering frames for your eyes—tweezing, brushing and some additional color. Natural brows are the most becoming, so keep yours fairly thick, but do pluck out those unattractive stragglers that clutter the space between brows and those which spoil natural arches. This is just a matter of good grooming. You can also pluck your brows to give your face better proportion with good results, but don't thin them down to a harsh, ugly hairline or make them into an unnatural shape that has no relation to your other features and only gives you a strained or constantly surprised expression which looks anything but intriguing. 

Before you start tweezing, apply cream or a cloth wrung out in hot water to your brows to open up the pores so the hairs will come out quickly and painlessly. Then, with sterilized tweezers, pull out the strays with a deft, quick movement in the direction in which the hair grows. After plucking, touch your brows with alcohol, astringent or toilet water to close the pores and prevent irritation. 

Almost all brows—except very black ones—need subtle darkening. You can use either a well-sharpened brow pencil or mascara and brush but do use light, short strokes to color each little hair naturally. Never make a continuous rigid line or bear down so hard with your pencil or brush that the brows look gummy or artificial. Keep them silken and neat by brushing them free of powder after every make-up job. You can buy a special brush for this purpose. And whether you need brow make-up or not, always smooth a little lash conditioner cream over brows before going out. This gives them a natural, attractive sheen. 

Now, apply your eye shadow. For a long time, this was worn only by theatrical people, but today shadow is obtainable in so many subtle, natural-looking shades that it can be worn with good taste any time of the day. And no one can deny its effectiveness in bringing out the color of eyes and making them look larger and more expressive. You can apply eye shadow with either your finger or a very soft brush, but mix it first in the palm of your hand so that it will go on smoothly and delicately. It's a generally good rule to start shadow at the roots of the lashes and blend it upward until it fades into the natural tone of the skin, but if you want to change the apparent shape of your eyes, you can vary this method somewhat—according to the directions given in the chart. But, remember, shadow is always used on the lid above the eye—never below, or it will create a harsh, unattractive circle. If you do have natural circles beneath your eyes, you can do a lot to cover them up by using a foundation base and powder that matches your complexion, then blending your rouge lightly up over the circles. 

Modern eye shadows are available in many intriguing colors—blue, gray-blue, blue-green, green, gray, mauve, violet, purple, brown—and their variations, so experiment until you find the ones that are most flattering to you. For daytime, the shades that most nearly match your eyes are most natural and becoming, but for evening, you can make your eyes alluring and interesting by using some of the more dramatic contrasting tones—purple, mauve, green, gold or silver. And if you are the sophisticated or exotic type, you may wear these shades in daytime if you apply them very, very delicately. 

Mascara is the answer to the prayers of every girl whose lashes are sparse, short or too light for beauty, for it not only darkens but it also makes them look longer and more luxuriant. And, of course, it does much to enhance the beauty of already lovely eyes and lashes. Whether you use the cake, cream or liquid type, apply mascara with a clean brush, using just a little at a time, and stroke the lashes along their entire length, brushing the top ones upward to give them a slight curl and the lower ones downward. If you use the cake-type, your brush should first be moistened with water. Many beauties like to apply their mascara, as they do their nail polish—applying a light coat first and allowing it to "set," then covering it over with a deeper shade. 

You have several shades to choose from to accent your hair, complexion and eye coloring—brown (both light and dark), black, also the more exotic blues and greens. The latter two are most suitable for evening make-up, but if applied with skill and if you are going to a festive function, you can get away with them at high noon. We wouldn't advise your wearing blue or green mascara with business or sport costumes, but they do look charming when a hat, veil, flowers and dressy clothes are worn. For formal occasions, some girls use two shades of mascara—tinting the lashes one color and the tips another. This takes a bit of extra skill but is strikingly effective. 

Whatever shade of mascara you choose, be sure to keep your lashes looking always silken and natural. Brush them after applying mascara so that each is separate from the other, and brush them free of powder after every make-up job, too. Touching them with a little lash cream will not only keep them soft and healthy but will add a nice sparkle to your eyes. 

If your lashes aren't the kind that curl of their own accord, use a curler to give them a flattering upturn that makes them look longer and your eyes bigger. The curl will stay in longer if you touch them with lash cream or apply mascara before using your curlers. 

Make-up will make your eyes more beautiful, but if you want to keep them healthy, bright and youthful, be sure to follow common sense rules for care of your eyes. Crow's-feet and dry, shrivelled lids will detract from their beauty, so keep your eyes young and lineless by lubricating and massaging them regularly with a special cream. Every night before you retire, tap the cream gently around your eyes, using the pads of your fingers, working from the inner corners outward, above and below the eyes. Be careful never to pull or stretch the delicate tissue around the eyes in your massage routine. 

Remember there are no eyes so lovely that they can't be enhanced by the subtle use of make-up, whether it's just a touch of mascara or an accent of shadow. Experiment with all the shades and kinds recommended for your type until you find the ones that suit you best. Then take plenty of time to apply them so as to look both natural and flattering. Your reward will be well worth the effort. 

If you've always longed for lovely fringes of lashes, why not let Maybelline Cream Mascara make yours look longer, darker and more luxuriant. You'll find it the ideal consistency for easy applica-tion—neither too runny nor too thick—and it comes in three lovely shades—brown, black or blue—to accent your eyes and harmonize with your coloring. Maybelline Cream Mascara doesn't require water for application and comes in a handy purse-size tube, as it's easy to carry about for emergency make-up jobs. 

You fastidious girls will be delighted with Djer-Kiss Lipstick. It comes in a new-type case which has a patent lock to keep the inner cylinder spic-and-span clean. Your fingers won't get smudged when you use it, and your purse will stay neat as you like. Djer-Kiss Lipstick is available in five radiant shades, from a warm natural to a daring brilliant red. It goes on smoothly and evenly, making your lips brighter and lovelier, and it lasts for hours. 

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Keep your brows neat, like Diana Lewis of M-G-M does. Pluck the strays between the eyes and beneath the arches.

Darken your brows subtly with pencil or mascara, using a short, delicate stroke to color each little hair evenly.

After making up, brush your brows with a special lash conditioner cream to give them a healthy, lovely sheen. 

Begin your shadow at the lashline and blend it softly upward until it fades into your natural complexion tone.

Mascara should always be applied in a deft upward or downward movement following the growth of the eyelashes

You can postpone aging lines by keeping the area around the eye well lubricated and massaged with a skin cream.

[houseofzelena]

Why limiting screen time is important for pregnant women?

Moms-to-be love wearing comfy sweatshirts and comfortable motherhood maternity leggings because the level of comfort they provide is unmatched. And then, they like hopping into the couch to watch Netflix and feel relaxed and chill out a bit.

But they are often advised to cut down on their screen time. Every other doctor suggests pregnant women adopt hobbies that don't include constantly looking at the screens. But how and why screen time affects a pregnant woman's health? Let's find out.

Side effects of excess screen time on pregnant women

Obesity due to lack of movement: It is not advised for pregnant women to stay glued to one place as lack of movement can result in indigestion and obesity. Both these things are not good for the baby's health.

Eye strain that causes insomnia: And if the mother stays awake for too long, it will make her dizzy, and she has to take treatment for that. The treatment might not be suitable for the baby.

Chronic health problems due to obesity: Pregnant women go through a lot during this time. And if you are stuck to your phone and have built problem of obesity too, this problem can further lead you towards chronic health problems. And this is very dangerous in the long run for the mother's health.

Reduced bone density and brain activity: Phones make us unproductive since we don't do the physical or mental activity. And lack of activity can cause reduced bone density and brain activity, especially in pregnant moms whose bodies nurture two lives simultaneously. One is the baby's life, and one is her own.

Addiction leading to lack of clear thinking and social skills: A pregnant lady needs to be social and open to conversations. Since pregnancy is when a woman goes through multiple physical and mental transformations, you must make sure you have real friends by your side in times of need. So, don't let addiction take your real friends and well-wishers away from you.

How should pregnant women decrease their screen time?

There are always healthier alternatives for every harmful thing. Just like there are healthier food options, clothing options, skincare, and other options for pregnant women, similarly, this is how you can reduce your phone addictions:

Take a bath, wear your comfy hoodie and motherhood maternity leggings, and read a book. It will provide you with knowledge and confidence and decrease your screen time. 

Wear loose and comfortable clothes and go for a walk. Exercising will help you in easy childbirth while making you and your baby mentally and physically healthier.

Wear one of your best maternity dresses and meet your friends. If you are upset, have too many mood swings, or want to feel better, a meet and greet with friends will help you big time.

Minimize the use of phones as much as you can. It is the best gift you can give yourself and your unborn baby. And if you want to watch a series, try watching it via TV since they are far from your eyes. For more pregnancy-related details, stay tuned.

[horrorstreet]

Summertime Jealousy (Part 2)

Request: Very sorry if this already went through but I think I might have deleted some of my last request. It was jealous Thomas Hewitt cause his crush (female or GN) os being nice to one of the victims. Maybe some angst into fluff as his crush finds they like Thomas too. Again sorry if it already went through.

Request sent in by: Anon

Summary: Its Summertime in Texas but work doesn’t stop for the heat. You and Thomas head to work but after the end of your shifts, you are met with a slight problem that is easily resolved.

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Warnings: Angst, death, serious gore, guns, SMUT

Quick Note: Stay with me, please. First time writing this for y'all. Enjoy !

If you haven't already, read PART 1

The dinner table was quiet that night. The light clinking of the spoons against the glass bowls was the only sound filling the air. You looked over at Thomas, a giddy feeling stirring in your chest. You had to make yourself quickly look away before embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.

It was rare for the dinner table to be quiet. If Thomas could say something, he might have but the silence was a little intimidating knowing how short of a fuse the others had... Which is where you came in.

"So, Thomas," you began, putting your spoon down and wiping your hands on the napkin in your lap. "How was work today?" You asked, looking over at him. The man looked up from his own bowl in front of him and glanced around at the rest of the table before nodding, giving you a grunt in response.

"That's good." You smiled, tapping your fingers against the wood of the table. The silence continued after that, not even you feeling comfortable enough to fill it. Looking over at Luda Mae, you lifted the napkin out of your lap and sat it to the side of your cup. "Excuse me." You stood up, collecting your things and walking them into the kitchen, dropping them in the sink.

The stove top clock blinked in bright green numbers.

8:45

You peeked into the dining room and sighed seeing everyone had cleared out. You started cleaning off the table, stacking the bowls on top of the others and placed the spoons on top of the pile. You would have to clean off the cups later seeing as how most of them were still full.

Doing the dishes had to be the easiest chore in the house. Cleaning was a big task since the house was huge. Cleaning 2 floors that was constantly dirtied with blood and dirt wasn't an easy job especially with the families .... unique lifestyle. You looked over the table cloth and spotted multiple stains. Both blood droplets and spilled food covered the white cloth and you knew you were going to have to do your best to clear it out unless you wanted an earful from the rest of the family.

Stripping the table of the cloth, you waded it up in your hands and opened the back screen door, propping it open and throwing the cover on the steps. This wasn't going to be easy but you knew you could manage. You did clean Thomas's clothes after all, the apron and shirts being constantly caked in blood, dirt and other bodily fluids.

Filling your bucket with water and pouring your soaps in, you let the table cloth rest and soak before getting to work, wanting the chemicals to do their job well. You watched as bubbles would raise to the surface from the folds in the cloth and took in a long breath.

"God this is going to take for-fucking-ever." You complained, closing your eyes and lifting your head to look into the sky, the clouds orange and yellow. You enjoyed how silent it was all the time. The quiet radio played in the background from a random window in the house, probably Thomas's room and you smiled, always loving the station he would tune into. Songs from your childhood brought back those memories from years ago when Tommy and you were kids.

Running through the tall grass while chasing one another was one of your favorite things to do together. The loud giggles that escaped your mouth and his loud but struggled chuckles reached the ears of everyone else in the house, Luda watching the two of you from the window while working in the kitchen. A smile would cross her face watching the two of you have fun with one another. It wasn't that long ago that you were trying to run from him and now you were trying to catch him to play. She always found it funny how fast the both of you grew attached to one another.

The sound of loud engines snapped you out of your own head, your brows coming down over your eyes. A mean glare taking over that far away look in your eyes.

"LUDA! WE HAVE COMPANY!" You yelled from the back of the house. Abandoning the bucket of water. You quickly made your way to the front of the house to see an old van and truck sitting in your front yard, 4 guys and 2 girls around your age stepping out of both vehicles. They didn't look like they were there for directions this time. They meant business and it just so happened that you did too. "Can I asked you folks why you are here parked on my grass?" You asked, hands placed on your hips, foot digging into the dirt under your heel.

"Not until you tell us where our friends are." You stood frozen for a second, hands slightly slipping off your hips before you quickly jumped back into action. "Your friends? I'm sorry, I have no clue who you're talking about?" You played off, taking a few more steps forward. The man puffed his chest out, making himself look bigger and more intimidating... But you knew intimidating and it wasn't him.

"Oh, don't play fucking stupid, bitch." One of the girls said off to the side. You scoffed and crossed your arms across you chest, your patience growing thin. You had enough with the bunch and hoped that Hoyt would be quick grabbing the gun. No harm in having some fun until then.

"I guess you caught me. Sure are smart for some stupid city kids." You chuckled. "Well, if you must know... We invited them over for supper. Can't say they left with full stomachs but we sure did." You gave a small smile, watching as their faces twisted into looks of confusion. "The guy.. Uhh? Justin?? Yeah, Justin. We got lots of meat off those bones of his. Real juicy too."

The group weren't able to get a word in before a bullet traveled its way through the brunettes head in the back of the small crowd. The crimson drops splattered across your face, painting you red. The thud of his limbs hitting the ground made the girls jump.

"WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK!" The 2nd blonde yelled, his friends lifeless hand draped across his foot. Another shot rang through the air, grazing the blondes ear. His hand quickly shot up to cover his head, instinctively dropping to the ground and shielding himself. This time, the girls scattered, both trying desperately to get in their cars and drive off.

"How impolite do you little shits have to be to park on another mans fucking lawn?" Hoyt sneered, aiming his gun in the face of the last standing intruder. You closed your eyes, hearing the second thud of a body hit the ground and feeling those familiar droplets run down your face and over your eyes, just dripping off of your brow. The blonde on the ground struggled to get up and run, heading right for the house. You sprinted after him, your fingers hooking around his nose but slipping off. With blood coating your hand you, you tried grabbing the back of his shirt, leaving a bloody handprint on the fabric but he once again slipped away, making you even more frustrated.

The spinning of tires behind you made you gasp. The girls had made it into the car, Hoyt on the ground and his gun across the dirt road. He was groaning in pain, telling you he was still alive and you could focus on yourself. The car was speeding closer and closer towards you, the girl in the passenger seat hanging onto the handle of the car for dear life and the other gripping the wheel till her knuckles turned white.

You would have been roadkill if you had moved just a second slower. You jumped to your feet and watched as Thomas quickly ran out of the door with a large hand around the boys neck, his body limp and the blondes face purple. You were at the driver side door quicker than the girls had though, your hand ripping the door open and dragging the red head out by her hair. She let out the most blood curdling scream you had heard in a while and you frowned, wanting her to shut up. Kicking her in the mouth, you knew you had broken a few of those pretty pearly whites and sighed in annoyance. You continued sending your foot towards her face, the screaming becoming more and more muffled by the blood building up in her mouth.

You stopped when her friend pulled you off of her. Her arm snaked around your neck, squeezing as hard as she could. Bloody hands flew up to claw at the girls skin, trying to create space to catch some air. The same girl let out the same terrified scream being lifted into the air by her dark hair, Thomas standing above her with the coldest look in his eyes. He was mad.. and a mad Thomas was a dangerous man. Hell... you were fucken nervous.

The man would have finished the job himself if a final bullet hadn't put an end to the entire situation instead. Hoyt stood with the gun still aimed just incase he needed to take another shot. The only sound left to torture your ears was the loud ringing from the shot of the gun by your head. Other than that, all was quiet aside from the heavy breathing of the 3 of you. Tommy dropped the body in his hand and held a hand out to you, your wrapping around his before being pulled to your feet.

You passed the living room after coming back upstairs from helping Tommy slice up the fresh meat and store it away in the houses freezers. Hoyt was sat on the couch in front of the tv cleaning his gun with a stern look on his face.

Thomas slid the basement door closed, the metal clanging against the lock and making you jump. You were still all covered in blood by the time you had got done helping Thomas and didn't want to hop in the shower to leave some warm water for your beloved boyfriend. You had almost bumped right into the mans chest trying to go back down to tell him to finish up and come shower but he beat you to it, his beautiful eyes staring down at you overtop of his mask that covered his mouth and nose.

"Hey, Tommy. I was just about to tell you to go hop in the shower before we head to bed." You explained to him, looking up at him with a bloody lipped smile that made him twitch. It made him squirm. The way you looked standing infront of him like that. There were still some spots of blood that had yet to dry and your clothes were semi-drenched from how you tried rubbing the stain out of your favorite t-shirt. He could just barely see through but it was more than enough to get his mind running laps.

"Thomas," You waved your hand in front of his face to grab his attention. Little did you know you already it. "Shower? Thomas?" Your brows furrowed together in confusion at his lack of attention to your words. The look in his eyes was a little animalistic and you had to admit, it turned you on a lot more than it should have. Your underwear was suddenly flooded at the thought of what was going on behind those sharp eyes you loved so much. You two seemed to be on the same page in that sense.

"Come on, love. Let's get you cleaned up, huh?" You smiled up at him with a certain look, pupils blown in lust that Thomas mirrored perfectly. He gave a quiet grunt and followed you, your calloused hand slipping into his own on instinct before you began to pull him up the stairs. "I'll help." You glanced over your shoulder for a short second to catch how your boyfriend looked just about ready to eat you up. When he was sure no one was looking, the man took his hand away from the railing as he continued up, almost to the top, and ran two fingers quickly over that hot, sticky spot between your thighs that was practically calling his name.

The feeling made you jump and a gasp escaped your throat. Boy, did that put a pep in your step and you quickly skipped the last step before letting go of the mans hand and speed walking to his bedroom. The bed was bigger to accommodate his large build so it was the obvious choice for your upcoming activites over your smaller bed.

Thomas closed and locked the door to his bedroom as he entered to keep out any unwanted guests before turning his undivided attention to you. He had done this with you once before but for some reason he still couldn't shake that nervous, butterflies in the gut kind of feeling whenever he imaged taking another step forward to make the first move. You had the same gut feeling twisting around inside of your stomach with the addition of your heart rapidly beating through your chest. Your could feel your teeth buzz and your hands tremble a little, no words said in fear your wobbling voice would give away just how nervous you were and how much you absolutely craved the man before you all in one swoop.

The floorboards creaked beneath his weight as he took a few steps forward until he was only a few inches away from you. Your head angled up to look at him but his eyes were focused on your hands that he gently grabbed, cupping them and bringing them up to his face behind his head. He wanted you to be the one to take his mask off. So, your hands worked swiftly but with care, fingers slipping under the leather strap buckle till it finally loosened up and peeled away from his face. "Ok?" You questioned before pulling the mask away completely. He slightly nodded and you smiled softly before pulling it away and setting it down at the foot of the bed next to you.

His hands had managed to find their way to your hips to rest as you messed with his face covering, eyes closed. He was a little scared as to how you would react. He always was. One of his biggest fears was one day seeing a disgusted expression invade your beautiful face at the sight of his deformities and leaving his soul crushed and defeated. Instead, when he met your eyes, he saw a pure and soft warmth he had never witnessed before. Your thumb caressed his cheek, wiping away a droplet of blood and offering a comforting touch as well. "My handsome man." You muttered, that smile never leaving your soft lips. "I love you." You confessed shortly after as you leaned in to place a kiss on his lips.

When your mouths met, the kiss first melted the both of you into a puddle but it didn't take long for it to escalate into something more. Thomas's grip on your hips tightened and one of his large hands slipped under your shirt with ease, running up your body till he reached your chest. He slipped his fingers over your sensitive nipple and pinched one between his touch, pulling a moan from your mouth. It sounded so lewd and caused Thomas to open his eyes and break the heated kiss you both almost got lost in. He brought his other hand under your shirt and was now filled to the brim with a lustful eagerness feeling your warm skin under his palms. You pulled the dirty article of clothing off over your head and tossed it aside and grant your boyfriend more access.

The strain against his cock was too painful at that point. He had to have you. Thomas kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt while you followed and removed your pants and shoes as well, everything left on the floor and quickly forgotten. You backed yourself up against the bed and laid down on your back, propped up on your elbows to get a good view of your beautiful Thomas who was hurrying to make his way over where you lay before dropping to his knees and positioning his face between your thighs. His gaze met yours, silently asking you for permission to which you gladly nodded and watched as he licked up the damp spot on your panties. A small moan rested in your throat as he did so, flinching as his rough fingers quickly pulled the underwear down your legs and off in some random direction.

"Tommy.." You cautiously looked down at him. He came to a halt, not wanting to continue in the case that you decided you didn't want this. But, you had made up your mind and simply nodded to which he dove right in. His tongue darted back out to send a long lick up your folds, the tip of his tongue brushing against your open and ready hole. He placed a quick kiss to your clit before licking circles around the bud causing you to moan out his name.

"Fuck, Thomas ! Yes." Your head fell back and your hand grabbed a handful of the mans hair, pulling him closer. He continued his attack on your clit while 2 fingers reached up and gently slipped inside, getting a feel for how tight you were before starting to pump in and out.. and in and out faster and faster. Your juices were quick to coat his hand, the dried blood mixing with your own mess as it dripped down the back of his hand. Tommy slipped a third finger in and didn't stop thrusting into you until he felt you clench around his digits which told him it was time to pull away.

You whined and opened your eyes and see what he was doing and was pleased to see his face wet with your mess and his fingers just the same. He rose to his feet and pulled his boxers off, releasing his hard dick that throbbed with the need to be inside of you. "Thomas, fuck me, please. Fuck me." You moaned out for him to which he quickly obliged. Parting your legs farther apart, he stood in between them, cock in hand and sliding teasingly though your folds. "Please, Tommy." You whimpered to him, face twisted in a mixture of desperateness and pleasure.

How could he say no?..

The man slowly slipped into your hole, patiently filling you up as you got used to his size again. You moaned and whimpered at the feeling and soon nodded and grabbed his hand that was free, the other pressed down on your stomach. You both locked fingers as he started fucking into you and groaned in pleasure hearing the lewd squelching sounds and feeling the way your warm walls squeezed him.

The more the speed picked up, the harder the bed rocked to each thrust he made inside of you. He felt the urge to go faster, open you up good for him so he could dump his seed inside of you and fill you up. Wanted to watch the way his hot cum dropped out of your core after you came on his cock. He was blinded by the idea of fucking his own cum into you and you were too far gone to care about how much noise you two were making. It felt too good.

"Hnn ahh Thomas- I'm cu- cumming - I'm gonna cum 'm gonna cum- fuck." You moaned, eyes rolling back as his thumb worked your clit once again to bring you closer to your climax. He squeezed your hand and grit his teeth before finally reaching his own peak. The both of you were pushed over the edge and you came along with him, your juices spilling all over his dick that twitched as he released his load inside of you. His pace was uneven now and he slowed down to pound into you for the rest of your high. Thomas wanted your cunt to milk him for all he had left and some.

When he was finally done, he came to a stop but never pulled out. He liked the warm feeling of being inside of you. Liked the way you gasped and moaned from slight overstimulation everytime you tried to move. It made him want to go again .. and again and again but he had done a number on you and it was obvious that he was going to be the one helping bathe you that night.

His dick slipped back out of your hole but was quickly replaced with two large fingers that fucked the cum back into you making you moan once again and squirm where you laid. "Oh my god.." you caught your breath as he still rested his digits inside of you. "You did so good for me, baby. Such a good boy." You praised him with a grin, hands pushing his hair away from over his eyes. "My good boy." You let out a long sigh and bit your lip as your boyfriend pulled his fingers out of you.

Thomas carried you out of his bedrooms bathroom and laid you down on his bed, pulling back the covers from under your legs and taking the towel that was wrapped around your naked figure so you could rest comfortably. He threw the towel into the pile of clothes that were forgotten from earlier, his boxers now back on his body to cover him up so he wasn't parading around naked... not that you would mind.

"Thank you, honey." You smiled at the man who took such good care of you. He grunted in response and nodded his head. He picked his mask back up off the end of the bed to soak it in the sink before hopping into the shower himself so he was clean for you for the night. He didn't want you curled up on him while he was covered in filth. Thomas didn't particularly like the idea of sleeping covered in various bodily fluid either.

The night ended with Thomas pulling you into his gentle but firm hold, face pressed into your hair while your hands rested against his chest, ear laid over his heart so you could fall asleep to the soft thumping. You couldn't have imagined yourself in this position, really... You had a crush on your childhood bestfriend for years and now you two were sleeping in the same bed, cuddled up and as happy as you could both be. Nothing would be able to take this from you.. and that night, you promised yourself that if anything tried, it would be the last thing it ever did. Thomas was yours and you were his. It was the beginning of dangerous connection and lord help whoever tried to get in the way.

[footballxixstars]

Your Child Is Important • Ruben Dias

Child/Parent Prompt List • Number 11

“Daddy, can you play?” “I’m busy bub” “You’re always busy”

“Daddy, can you play?” Your child begged Ruben who was currently doing some work on their laptop. Some work that he has been doing all day that he promised would only take around 30 minutes to an hour and he’s been doing it all day. Earlier he promised your child that he would finish his work in an hour or so and then go and play with them. That just so happened to be 4 or so hours ago, maybe even more, yet he still hasn’t put down that laptop to go and play with them. It was his day off yet was still doing work which wasn’t working out.

“I’m busy bub” Ruben replied not even looking up from the laptop. You were in the kitchen getting your child’s snack ready for them knowing that time was creeping up and hearing the conversation you were frowning. Near enough every day Ruben is at training and today when they don’t have to go to the training ground he’s still doing some work on the laptop instead of spending time with your child who’s growing away quickly. Of course, you understood how important football is and how much he has to focus on that, especially with how close the league is currently and how close Manchester City are to winning the Champions League too. They need to stop Liverpool from winning the quadruple and that means constantly playing their best and being focused.

“You’re always busy” Your child whined before walking away most likely to play elsewhere in the house without Ruben. This only made your frown deepen even more because your child sounded genuinely upset that Ruben wasn’t playing with them. Of course, Ruben doesn’t have to play with them all the time. They can keep themselves entertained but sometimes your child just wants a little bit of attention from their dad. Wants to have somebody to play with.

“Ruben, go play with your child,” You told him and only then did he look up from the laptop. The first time since he went on it earlier today. His eyes had never left that screen for more than 5 seconds since he turned it on all those hours ago so it was about time for him to get off of it or else his eyes were going to be sore and potentially cause him vision troubles because of how long he’s been looking at it. It’ll be nice for him to have a break from it and play with your child for a little bit. Maybe they could play football together so Ruben is still technically doing a bit of work but also having fun with your child.

“I’ve got to finish this. I’ll play with them in a second. I've nearly finished,” Ruben replied once again looking at his laptop. You were in utter shock with what Ruben was saying. Completely stunned. That’s what you were with Ruben. Completely stunned that Ruben was saying all of this because usually he’d rather play games with your child than work but today all he seems to be doing is work. You’ve never heard Ruben stay stuff like that before and you knew that you have to find a way to change his mind for the sake of your child.

“I don’t care, Ruben, you only get so long with your child like this and you can do all that when they go to bed. All they want to do is play with their papa since they hardly get to do that anymore,” You told him sternly but also quiet enough so your child wouldn’t hear but loud enough to get through to Ruben. Ruben looked at the laptop, back to you before finally looking back at the laptop. He sighed and closed the screen pushing the laptop onto the table and then went to go and find your child. Having a satisfied smile on your face, you allowed Ruben to go off and play with your child. Hopefully, he makes it up to them and actually spends some much-needed quality time with them.

Sometime later once you had finished off making the snacks as well as cleaning the kitchen leaving Ruben time to go and play with your child and make it up to then you went to find them. Went to find them to give them some food and drinks. Walking out to the garden with the snacks you could hear laughter coming from both Ruben and your child and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound of it, it was so nice to hear. Football may be important but family is more so. Yes, you may be a little biased in that but still family is more important than football.

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