#comfort zone

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Source unknown, found on a Cyberpunk Facebook group.

@glewmie found the source (I was being lazy) here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Cyberpunk/comments/10xwlk7/for_hire_illustration_by_me/

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My skin was pulsing with anticipation. I had promised Matt to wear the blue bikini he hadn’t gotten to see me in. In order to prep myself, I had tanned on the rooftop of our place in LA with Nick a lot. Thankfully, I had gotten more comfortable in my own skin. 

The thought of wearing the skimpy two piece of the beaches of California didn’t feel nearly as daunting. The anxiety surrounding skin showing had been thrown far out.

These thoughts got replaced by a new one. 

Matt being unable to keep his eyes off of me. 

He had always been attentive. No matter what, my man was always watching out for me. This included holding my hand, making sure I didn’t drift off in stores. It also happened on a daily basis as he reminded me to eat and drink water. 

Other times…a certain look would catch his eye. It first happened when I bought a really cute mini skirt. Matt couldn’t keep his hands off me, not that I minded. The next time, it was when I was only wearing his shirt and underwear. Apparently, the sight of me sleepy and eating pancakes next to him in his clothes really turns him on. 

I loved when he got so needy. 

He constantly pulled me onto his lap, kneading at my exposed thighs. At times, he would even let his fingers wander up my skirt. When I would call him out, reminding him we were in public, he quickly made an escape plan to land us in our bed at home. 

I was flattered by his antics, but it didn't stop there. I had become obsessed. Addicting was the perfect term to describe how I felt watching him reach out, greedy for my skin. 

He had planned a date for us, a sweet gesture he refused to ever forget about. This time, it was a beach date. A brand new cooler had been set on the kitchen counter earlier as he packed it full of food for us, refusing to let me help. 

I could still hear him shuffling around in the kitchen outside of our room as I tugged on the thin blue straps of the swimsuit. My ears also detected the loud heartbeat thumping with excitement. I threw on a pair of jean shorts and a loose T-shirt, one from the boys merch line that was technically Matt's. Sliding on my birks, I take a deep breath, nodding with approval at my appearance. 

Makeup wasn’t a good option for the beach. I hadn’t put any on. Although I knew Matt found me pretty regardless, but I felt plain without it. The delicate strokes of black mascara defined my eyes in a way that made me feel more confident. The lack of mascara coating my lashes made me feel more naked than the skimpy swimsuit. 

I push open the door, walking out to see Matt leaning over the counter on his phone. The counter is barren of the cooler. “I put everything in the car. Are you ready to go? My god…you look gorgeous.” Matt mumbles. 

My spirit boosts at his compliment. With a little more excitement in my steps, I make my way over to him and kiss him lightly on the cheek. 

“Thanks, baby,” Matt leans a kiss onto my forehead, cupping my cheeks in between his hands before trailing his hand down my arms. As his hands latch onto mine, he lets one string a piece of my hair behind my ear. “--and yeah, I’m ready.” I say.

“Let’s go then, hm?” he suggests. 

He gives a slight nod as he starts walking down the stairs to the front door with my hand in his own. I nearly trip and stumble, clutching onto his shoulder. Matt’s body reacts quickly to the sudden motion, his hands both landing on my waist as I smile sheepishly at him. 

“Sweetheart…” he trails off knowingly, a light chuckle falling from his lips. 

I go to take another step, but my feet are lifted from the ground as he throws me over his shoulder. “Matt!” I whine out. He laughs harder, his hand on the backs of my thighs caressing the skin soothingly. 

“No, I’m not letting you fall down these stairs again.” he points out. 

I accept defeat, hanging my limbs lifelessly as he walks us down the stairs. Walking out the door, he sets me down in the passenger seat of the car. He plants a kiss onto the top of my head, ruffling my hair as I huff and cross my arms. 

“Thank you.” I mutter. 

Matt laughs at my acknowledgment, shutting the door softly as he walks around to the driver’s side of the car. As I sit further into the seat, my eyes bulge from my head. 

“It’s about fifteen minutes for the car ri--what’s wrong?” he asks, noticing my widened eyes. 

The wet, sticky sensation makes me huff out a sigh. “Did Chris happen to spill something? My fucking ass is sticky.” I mutter. 

I hear Matt mutter a curse word under his breath, his hand slamming onto the steering wheel with annoyance. He sucks in a deep breath. I feel his hand caress the side of my arm as I let my head drop onto the headrest of the seat. 

“--’m sorry. I’ll wait in here if you wanna go change. I think I–” 

I hold up a hand, placing it on top of his. “Honestly, I think I might just sit on my shorts and just wear the T-shirt. Everything else I tried to wear just didn’t feel right, ya know?” Matt nods, understanding as I open up my car door. I quickly slide the shorts off, placing them back on top of the seat and carefully relaxing back into the seat. 

A moment of silence passes before I look over to Matt, his eyes entranced on my bare thighs. I smile, bringing a hand up and rubbing his shoulder. 

“Let’s go, baby.” I say. 

Matt’s hand on the wheel moves slowly until he clasps his fingers around my thigh. Letting out a shaky breath, he twists the stings of the bikini. 

“Is this the blue one I haven’t seen yet?” he asks. I hum in response, earning a heavy sigh from him as he grasps at the skin harder. 

I tap on Matt’s hand, picking it up and placing it back on the steering wheel. “You need your hands to reverse, Matt.” I point out. 

Laughs leave through my lips as he shakes his head vigorously. 

“Can we…can we go back inside for a minute? I just…I need to touch you…please.” he breathes out, placing his hand back on my thigh. 

I give him a knowing look with squinted eyes. “Matt…” 

He leans back in his chair, shutting his eyes tightly closed as he sucks in a harsh breath. “You’re…you’re right. We won’t be making it to the beach if we go back inside now, but…god, you’re beautiful.” he says. 

I sway my thumb over the back of his hand. “Thank you, now let’s go, yeah?” I press. 

He nods, pulling his hand off my leg hesitantly. As the car reverses quickly, I nearly laugh at the determined look on his face. Matt shifts the car back into drive, placing his hand widely clasped around my thigh. 

_

Beautiful.

Matt looked beautiful. The sunset was beautiful. Everything was just…perfect. 

The cooler had been stacked full of snacks, nearly empty as we picked through a bag of strawberries. 

“Open up, baby.” Matt says.

I let him feed me the last strawberry, embracing the cool summer air. The sand sinks beneath me and the blanket, curating a crater that leaves me leaning further into Matt’s side. His hand had yet to leave my skin. It typically had been gravitating down to my exposed thigh, often trailing up my arm as a means to pull me closer to him. 

I loved it. 

He made me feel beautiful. The reoccurring thought of not having makeup on hadn't passed through my mind since we arrived.

His wandering touches were needy, his fingers clasping and massaging into my skin. Matt’s eyes stayed trained on me, analyzing the possible outline of my swimsuit from beneath his T-shirt that I was wearing. Well, our T-shirt based on how much I wore it at this point. 

“I…do you wanna get in the water?” he suggests. 

I nod, swallowing back a smile as he shifts away from me. He pulls over his own T-shirt, leaving him in just his swim shorts. I lick over my lips, excitedly standing next to him as I peel the shirt off my body. 

Matt slowly lets his eyes wander over me. His hands think before he does based on his glazed-over expression. I feel his warm touch enclose around my waist, pulling me inches away from him. 

“Fuck, you…you look so gorgeous.” he stammers out. 

I laugh, pushing my palms against his chest. I start walking towards the water, his arm swirling around my waist tightly, binding the movement of my steps. 

“Matt, I can’t exactly walk like this.” I point out. 

Our steps slow, his face burying itself in my neck as his hands graze up and down my sides. His warm breath contradicts the cool summer air. I feel the shivers cover my skin in goosebumps as he lets his fingertips gently caress into my flesh. 

“...don’t care. Just, just need to touch you, sweetheart. God,” he sighs, letting his head fall on my shoulder. 

The feeling of his lips kissing the side of my neck sends a burning sensation between my legs. The greed of his hands lending my gut a swirl of pure bliss that makes me feel lighter. 

“Matt…we’re in public.” I point out. 

Matt’s kisses don’t slow or decrease with passion, instead, I feel his teeth prod with his lips. A gasp shutters out of me. His lips curl into a smile against my neck. 

“Let’s go home, baby. I wanna make you feel good.” he says in a soft voice while grazing my hair behind my shoulder. 

His lips get back to work, adorning the sides of my neck with a growing urgency as his hands grasp around my waist tighter and tighter. I let my eyes flicker open, pushing him back by his shoulders gently. 

“Take me home, Matt.” I whisper out. 

_

The drive home was torture. Matt's hand kept slipping further and further up my thigh. The fifteen minute drive had somehow been shortened to a ten minute drive. There was no time to bring the cooler and picnic blanket inside. Matt had literally grabbed me out of the car, slinging me over his shoulder as I giggled with excitement. 

Our lips proceeded to move against each other as he hovered over me on our bed. The muscle on my face growing tired as the pressure between my legs seems to increase drastically. Matt trails the kisses down the side of my neck, my pulse aching loudly in my ears as heat swarms every part of my body. 

“I…can I please taste you, sweetheart? I–fuck,” he manuavers himself to settle between my thighs. He holds the flimsy blue fabric tie of the bikini, looking up at me. “--I need it, baby. Can I?” 

I reach down, placing my hand over Matt’s as I tug the tie to unknot and fall from my body. Matt eagerly kisses over my hip, his other hand undoing the tie on the other side. My chest heaves in anticipation, my legs clenching around his shoulders to find some sort of release. 

The blue bikini fabric flashes in the corner of my eye as I hear it hit the floor. Matt wastes no time, slinging my legs over his shoulders as his lips trail their way up my thigh. My gut vibrates with anticipation as I rock my hips further towards his face. 

“Is this still okay, sweetheart?” Matt asks. 

I nod my head furiously, whispering out an affirmation of acknowledgement in a desperate tone. In an instant, his tongue darts over the place I needed him most. A noise falls from my lips at the satisfaction, his smooth, slow movements increasing intensity with each passing second. 

His tongue darts around my bud of nerves harmonically with my hips moving in the bed. The pure pleasure oozes from every corner of my mind, focusing only on the bliss of his mouth against me. 

“--mmmm, so good, so good–” The vibration from his voice sends me closer to the edge, my legs closing around him. He keeps moaning against me, his lips sealing around my clit as he sucks harshly. Darting his tongue onto the bud, I let my hands grip his hair tightly. 

“I…oh my god, I…” 

I’m unable to find the words through the heaven of his touch. He hums against me, his hands clasping around my legs and prying them down to keep me in place. 

“--come on, sweetheart. You got it, come on…” he dives back into my folds, the rhythm of his mouth resumed. 

My jaw falls open silently. The muscles in my stomach clench more and more, earning louder noises falling from my lips as Matt drinks in every ounce of my pleasure with sighs of contentment. 

“Tastes so fucking good…so fucking good.” 

The obnoxious slurps increase in volume, his grip getting tighter as body convulses. I look down, seeing his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed. He hungrily devours me. The focus imprinted on his face keeps my attention towards the feeling in my gut, a euphoria that leads my head throwing back into the pillow roughly as a broken moan leaves my mouth. 

Riding out the orgasm, my hips slowly roll to a stop. Matt pulls his head up, leaving gentle kisses on my thighs as he spreads my legs wider. His eyes stay trained on the sight in front of him, hesitantly moving his gaze up to mine with a look of desire and need. 

“I…can I just clean you up? Please?” he asks. 

The desperation laced in his voice leaves my dizzy head nodding lazily. “Go ahead, baby.” I whisper between heavy breaths. 

Not wasting a second, Matt immediately lets his tongue wander over my pulsing folds. He leads the pink muscle along me with a softer touch. The tender care of his actions still leaves me nearly crying at the sensitivity, pulling at his hair as he starts to pull away reluctantly. 

His swollen lips press softly along my thighs as he crawls up and lays himself on the bed next to me. As he plops down, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest. 

Slowly, my breath evens out. Matt gets up, rummaging through our dresser and coming over with clean underwear and a T-shirt. He dresses me, massaging my limbs before pressing a swift kiss to my lips. I taste the lingering remnants of myself on his lips as he caresses my face in his hands. 

“I kinda want brownies.” I announce. 

At the random statement, Matt laughs with a head shake of disbelief. 

“Okay, sweetheart. We can go make brownies. Anything else you want?” he asks as he pulls me up by the hand, walking us into the barren kitchen. 

“No, I just really need to taste some chocolate right now.” I say. 

Matt turns around. My steps don’t react quick enough, landing us chest-to-chest. “I really need to taste you.” he says. 

I smile, patting his chest with a light laugh falling from my lips. “You can after brownies.” I say. 

Matt’s eyes go wide, his grasp getting tighter on my hand as I try to walk around him. 

“Wait,” I drift my gaze up to him, ripping open the cardboard brownie mix box. His eyes are wide, full of hope. “Really? You mean it?” he asks. 

I hum with a curt nod of my head. He walks over, hugging me from behind. His face slithers in the crook of my neck, his hands sliding down my hips bones and dangerously closer and closer to the hem of my underwear through the shirt. 

“Matt,” I announce. 

“Hm?” he asks. 

I turn my head, making eye contact with him as he stares at me innocently. I hold my gaze to him, giving a knowing look. He accepts defeat, letting out a huff. 

“Fine.” The disappointment is clear in his voice as he grabs the brownie mix bag from my hands, hurriedly dumping it into the mixing bowl. “--after fucking brownies.”

_

After Matt pushes the glass pan in the preheated oven, he closes the appliance door with a smirk. I tilt my head, watching a thought bubble over his mind with a sly pride found in his features. 

“You know,” he stalks closer to me. I feel the counter hit my back as his hands land on either side of me, caging me. “--they have to bake for like thirty minutes.” 

I giggle, pulling him in for a kiss as he picks me up from under my thighs. A squeal leaves my lips as he speed walks us to his room, kicking the door closed before tossing me down on the bed. 

“You,” he slithers his hand up between my legs, grasping the hem of my underwear as he plants his wet lips over my thigh. “--you taste a lot better than fuckin' brownies.” 

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[my-autism-adhd-blog]

As an Autistic Person, I've Learnt to Stop Pushing Myself out of my Comfort Zone...

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[nopanamaman]

How do mutants in the Facility live?

Patreon Loredump. August 2023

One of the most frequent types of questions I get are about life in the Facility. So it seems like a good topic to start my loredumping series with! 

Apologies in advance for all the photo examples, I hope they work fine for getting the vibes across.

Overview

The facility dome is visible in the distance.

The facility in general – or, as it’s officially known, the Zh. I. Alferov National Institute of Anomalous Research – is a large structure located on the border of the Zone. Its most notable feature is the massive dome surrounded by an outside wall.

The wall. In real life, the famous building of НИЦЭВТ.

The latter is a building in itself, containing offices, lecture halls, resting and dining quarters for researchers, as well as minor labs. All entrances are supervised, though not totally closed off to the public. Excursions, official meetings, TV reports – all of those happen within the wall.

But you will not find any mutants here. As you may have already guessed, all the major laboratories, anomalous artefacts, and, of course, mutants are housed in the dome. The entrances to the dome are monitored and equipped with anomaly scanners, allowing only authorised personnel and mutants to travel between its sectors.

Mutants cannot traverse the facility unsupervised.

What is the mutant classification system?

Depending on their anomalous characteristics, cooperability and method of containment, mutants are sorted into types and numbered groups. Individual mutant numbers usually look like XT000-000.

Let’s use Dmitry as an example.

Dima’s serial number is DT001-319.

The type constitutes the first part of the mutant’s number. Dima’s mutation is Directional Type, hence the letters DT at the start (for the record, KT stands for Kernel Type).

Next we have the 00X number. Mutants are assigned a 001, 002, 003 or 004 class depending on the potency and containability of their mutation – kinda like SCPs, yeah. Dima has a very powerful mutation he has good control over, plus he is sound of mind, making him suitable for 001 containment.

The last three digits are the overall number of the mutant within their type. So if Dima’s are 319, the facility has had 318 directional-type mutants on record prior to his arrival. This does not mean they were as powerful or had the same level of control over their telekinesis, just that they possessed a similar mutation to some extent.

How do different mutant classes live?

001

001 quarters example. Not too different from a hospital or sanatorium

Subjects ranked as 001 are extremely powerful, have good control over their powers and are, most importantly, docile. Since their mutations are very potent and difficult to forcefully contain, the go-to approach is making them not want to leave.

001s spend most (if not all) of their conscious lives surrounded by doctors. The latter foster a particular mindset in their subjects, where the world outside is presented as a place that is unanimously hostile to mutants. This is done by means of propaganda, reminders about their family’s supposed mistreatment and, in case a mutant has some favourable recollections of their childhood, gaslighting. Additionally, subjects are never left alone with each other.

001s get very luxurious treatment by facility's standards, with much bigger, more comfortable rooms than other mutant types. They're even allowed to have gaming consoles, TVs with VHS and video players, and their own bookshelves. Each mutant has their own separate room, which is kept under constant camera surveillance with the toilet being the only blind spot.

Special folders are issued to 001s before experiments with lower-ranked mutants.

Experiments held on 001s are relatively humane so as not to discourage them from staying at the facility. They do undergo daily checkups mostly designed to monitor their mental state. 001s are also active participants in experimentation on lower-ranked mutants, who they are taught and encouraged to treat as lesser beings.

001s are a high-risk investment, so their numbers are far smaller than those of 002 and 003-class mutants. Additionally, because of the potential danger they present, the institute is quick to dispose of 001 subjects by either termination or reclassification to 004. Though, if a 001 manages to stay cooperative long-term, they can become a very valuable asset for the facility.

002 and 003

002 and 003 quarters example. Though, they’re typically not as well-kept

002 and 003 mutant classes can be grouped together, since their treatment is largely the same. Both of these types’ mutations are easy to forcibly contain. The difference is their danger levels. 003s require close monitoring to not be harmful to others, while 002s are borderline harmless. Both types are characterised by general cooperability.

002s live in wards for 2 to 4 people, while 003s are more commonly placed in single-person wards to prevent accidents. A standard room includes a bed, a desk and a small bathroom (multiple beds and two desks in bigger wards).

KT got to take a dinosaur plushie to her room for good behaviour.

Mutants are allowed to borrow books from the library, as well as get drawing and writing materials. If they behave well, they can get a toy or even be lent a handheld console for a few days. 

002s and 003s have breakfasts, lunches and dinners together, and can spend some time in the playroom with other mutants (that’s also where they can play computer games and watch TV) – all under very strict surveillance, of course.

In some ways, their treatment is much less cruel than that of the elite 001 subjects.

KT before the DT experiment.

Though, not when it comes to experiments. 002s and 003s are very common, and are thus treated as disposable material in a scientific sense. The people holding experiments on them are a lot less concerned with minimising the subject’s pain or discomfort. Consequently, it’s not uncommon for mutants of these classes to sustain serious injuries or die as a result of experimentation.

That said, 002s have the highest likelihood of getting released from the facility, given they meet the conditions for it (more on that below).

004

004 quarters example. Basically a prison bunker

004 is a special category reserved for powerful mutants that refuse or physically cannot cooperate. This number can also be issued as a temporary or permanent punishment to misbehaving mutants. The 004 quarters are located underground and have the highest level of security, acting as a sort of bunker for the most dangerous subjects the facility has.

004 rooms are even more barebones than those of 002 and 003s. They have no access to entertainment (unless it is somehow required to contain their mutation) and cannot leave their room under any circumstances. They are more weapons than test subjects.

Do mutants receive education?

All mutants from class 003 and above receive basic education, learning to read, write and count. They additionally get curated history and sociology lessons. Some mutants, namely 001s, attend mandatory classes in certain disciplines to better apply their mutation. For example, Dmitry studied anatomy to know the precise positioning of internal organs.

Mutants are also free to study whatever sciences interest them in their free time by asking for educational materials at the library. Needless to say, most kids aren’t too interested in that, and are very uneducated compared to their outside peers.

Is there censorship in the facility?

All the media mutants are exposed to at the facility is strictly controlled.

6 y.o. Dima and his politically correct PSP.

The only movies, cartoons, comics, books and games allowed are those that either don't feature the Zone or mutants at all, those that show the discrimination mutants face outside, or those that are very obvious anti-mutant propaganda.

In essence, there are no positive depictions of human-to-mutant interaction, aside from ones between mutants and noble scientists. And, of course, nothing that goes against the general government ideology.

Can mutants be released from the facility?

It is generally assumed that mutants that go into the dome do not come out.

While they are largely dehumanised, the facility is still publicly presented as a sort of scientific sanatorium and hospice for those that cannot safely exist in society. Releasing mutants that know the truth behind the institute’s experiments into the wild is simply of no benefit to the government. So the majority are terminated once their scientific potential is exhausted or if they become too expensive to contain. As a result, few mutants live to adulthood.

Though, there are exceptions to the rule. Occasionally, mutants deemed non-hazardous can be released back into society. This is applicable to mutants that have not experienced significant mistreatment from the facility, lack the ability to talk about their experiences and optimally have been brainwashed by an appropriate 001 subject.

Have other mutants before DT and KT ever escaped?

The funny thing is, escapes aren’t a particularly rare occurrence.

Dmitry and Katya’s escape in KT’s Official Guide to Coolness.

Despite getting a lot of funding, the facility itself is very disorganised. Most of the money is blatantly pocketed by the higher-ups, so a lot of its structures and equipment are subpar – this includes its outdated safety systems. To top it all off, the security staff isn’t especially well-paid, so their diligence is highly questionable.

With all that piling up, there are around 3 cases of low-level escapes every year. Because of tight budgets and plenty of work to do as is, these escapes are generally brushed under the rug. The institute still keeps tabs on the escapees in case they happen to show up on the radar, but it rarely organises active searches or alerts the public for that matter.

DT and KT’s escape stood out because it was anything but low-level, and pretty bombastic at that. But even that didn’t warrant a public announcement for fear of panic and reputational damage. So if you’re an 003 mutant looking for an opportunity to sneak out… Hell, man, just go for it.

Wrap-up

That’s about all I can say about mutants’ life in the research centre, scratch some small factoids here and there. I tried to answer the most common questions regarding the topic, so I hope your curiosity was satisfied!

[histhoughtslately]

You’re not behind; however, life will continue to go by while you’re standing still. Just remember, little steps matter, too. ❤️‍🩹

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Comfort Zone

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x James Potter x Remus Lupin x Reader, Marauders x Reader

Characters:  Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2751

Summary: You and the boys go out of your comfort zone.

Tags/Warnings: PolyMarauders, Marauders, F/M/M/M, Post Hogwarts, Maraduers Era, Poly, Kissing, Angst, Fluff, Arguing

Notes: I am trying to get the other evans girl finished but the ideas wont stop and I have no self control x

MASTERLISTS // TAG LIST

‘You know he’s going to say no right?’ Remus said, watching you as you pulled the pie from the oven and placed it on counter top. James looked up from where he was lounging on the sofa, laughing as you scowled.

‘You don’t know that,’ you countered, moving to grab the potatoes that were near spilling over.

‘I know Padfoot,’ Remus said, placing his book down. 

‘We all know Padfoot Moony,’ James said rolling his eyes before he clambered out of his seat and came towards you, his hand dancing along your waist as he watched you cook.

’Exactly,’ you said, ‘and I know that he can be persuaded.’

‘What by a good meal,’ Remus said with a raised eyebrow, coming towards you too, resting his elbows on the counter as he eyed the pair of you. 

‘By a good meal and dessert,’ you mused. James chuckled, ‘she might have a point there.’

‘All I’m saying is don’t get your hopes up,’ Remus said softly watching as your face fell in a frown, not relieved by James touch as he kissed your temple. 

‘Moonys right sweetheart,’ James said softly. You looked at him, worried that the hopes you’d pinned on this might’ve been in vain.

‘It’ll be fine,’ you said unsure who you were trying to convince, ‘I’ll make a good case for it you know me.’

The boys shared a look as you busied yourself obliviously thinking over the game plan as you finished dinner. You were just finishing up dolloping mash potatoes onto each of their plates when the fire in the living room glowed green, Sirius stepping out not a moment later. 

‘Hey,’ he said, shrugging his leather jacket off and coming towards you, placing a kiss on your temple as he said, ‘something smells good.’

‘I made your favourite,’ you said, gesturing to the steak and ale pie on the counter top, ‘pop it on the table will you. Dinner will only be a minute.’

‘How about that for service eh Pads?’ James ribbed, taking his seat at the table as did Remus with Sirius joining a moment later, placing the pie in the centre. 

‘Can’t complain,’ he mused as you placed their plates down, dropping into a seat yourself as Remus started to dish out the pie you’d made. 

It was quite the squeeze, your tiny kitchen feeling even tinier with the four of you around the table, but you loved it like this. It hadn’t been the plan of course; James and Sirius had moved in once leaving school and as your relationship developed you and Remus had sort of never left but you wouldn’t trade it. Even if it meant you had to run your wants and needs by everyone you loved, something you were building up to ask about but as Sirius looked at you your nerve went and instead you said ‘so how was work?’

‘Fine,’ Sirius said, ‘got a good case today.’

‘Yeah?’ you asked.

‘Yeah apparently there’s been quite a few dragon eggs smuggled into the country. Don’t know where from yet of course but should be interesting.’

‘That is interesting,’ you said, trying to figure out how to steer the conversation back around.

‘What about you?’ Sirius asked, taking a bit of pie. 

‘Oh you know not much,’ you shrugged, ‘got the flat tidy.’

‘Just you?’ Sirius said looking at James who hadn’t been paying attention until then but glared at the inference. 

‘It’s my day off,’ James protested. 

‘Your day to be a lazy git,’ Sirius teased and though you knew he was joking there was an edge to it that you frowned at especially when James pretended to shrug it off. It was funny to you how your roles within this little thing could be defined so quickly. How even though Sirius had no more a claim over you than the others he was still so certain to make sure you weren’t being taken advantage of, the one you turned to when you needed help. How James was your relief, the one who kept your spirits up, who made you laugh even if he couldn’t make a bed or pick up a pair of socks to save his life. And Remus was the one you shared your worries with. The one who made you feel heard and seen in a house full of boys.  

‘Rem helped when he got back,’ you said reassuringly. 

‘See,’ James said,’ besides I thought you wanted practice looking after something I’m just giving you opportunity.’

‘Why would she want that?’ Sirius asked confused. 

‘No reason,’ you said far too quickly to ever be casual. You’d been gearing up to ask but seeing the conversation teetering on a row you’d decided to postpone until James opened his big mouth. Sirius’ eyes narrowed.

‘What is it?’ he asked.

‘Nothing,’ you lied, ‘I mean I don’t know what he’s on about.’

‘Sweetheart,’ Sirius said, his voice low and daring. You looked to James and Remus to find them interested in their meals, no help to you even as Sirius said, ‘alright what’s going on?’

‘Well,’ you said nervously, ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

‘Why what’s wrong?’ Sirius asked worriedly.

‘Nothing bad,’ you said placing your hand on his reassuringly.

‘Jesus mate lighten up,’ James teased. Sirius rolled his eyes but elected to ignore him, his gaze falling on you as he said, ‘what is it love?’

‘It’s just well I’ve been thinking,’ you said.

‘What about?’ Sirius asked.

‘Well about us,’ you said bashfully, ‘about this little thing we’ve got going on.’

‘Right,’ Sirius said dubiously.

‘And I was just thinking that it might be nice if we expanded a little,’ you said meekly.

‘Expanded?’ he asked, thoughts whizzing visibly behind his eyes. 

‘Yeah,’ you said. 

‘Like someone else?’ Sirius asked glancing at James and Remus before back at you. 

‘No, no of course not. I don’t want anyone else but you lot you know that,’ you said, squeezing his hand. That appeared to trigger something as he said, ‘you’re pregnant?’

‘What?’ you and James baulked, with Remus inhaling a piece of broccoli at the same time which made him cough and splutter as you protested, ‘no of course not!’

‘Well what else could it be?’ Sirius protested, glancing at Remus to make sure he was okay before his eyes went back to you.

‘Not that Jesus,’ James huffed, thumping a still watery eyed Remus on the back to help dislodge the issue. 

‘Well excuse me for jumping to conclusions when you’re obviously all in on whatever this is,’ Sirius said irritably, gesturing between the three of you.

‘That’s cos we won’t say no,’ James countered.

‘I never said yes,’ Remus said, his voice still weak as he glugged down a drink of water.

‘Yes to?’ Sirius asked.

‘I want a kitten,’ you said quickly realising there was no point beating around the bush anymore given the anarchy that had already been caused. 

‘What?’ Sirius asked as if he hadn’t heard you.

‘A kitten,’ you reiterated, ‘I was thinking about it and don’t you think a little-’

‘No,’ Sirius said flatly.

‘But-’ you protested but he waved you off stating, ‘you know I hate cats.’

‘You don’t know that,’ you said.

‘Yes I do,’ he said firmly.

‘How do you know?’ you pressed, ‘I mean you might do.’

‘I don’t,’ Sirius said, his tone challenging you not to talk back to him. As if this was the end of the discussion, but you weren’t done.

‘You don’t know that you just think you do because-’

‘He’s a dog?’ James finished.

‘Because you’ve never been around them!’ you corrected, ‘but I think it’ll be really good-’

‘What to have it scratching everything up and shitting in a box in the corner?’ Sirius scoffed.

‘We can let it go outside,’ you offered.

‘In the middle of a city yeah right,’ he said shaking his head. 

‘Oh Pads please,’ you begged.

‘I said no,’ Sirius said firmly.

‘Oh go on mate,’ James sighed. Sirius glowered at him, as he started, ‘just because you’re bendable to whatever she wants-’

‘Because I want her to be happy,’ James challenged.

‘Because you like pissing me off and being her favourite,’ Sirius said making James scowl. 

‘Pads please,’ you pleaded. 

‘I said no,’ he said pulling his hand out from under yours as he started to eat again. Irritated you looked away from him, looking to Remus who’s remained quiet even though he had been watching.

‘Please Rem?’ you asked.

‘I don’t know love,’ he said.

‘Come on majority rules. James said yes-’

‘James would say yes to anything that would get your top off,’ Sirius muttered.

‘And you wouldn’t?’ James scoffed; Sirius’ digs seemingly having gone too far to be just light hearted teasing. A sentiment that was confirmed as Remus, the nominated peacemaker, said, ‘lads stop it.’

Unfortunately he hadn’t said anything about you and so you looked to Sirius and challenged him, ‘okay what about a baby then?’

‘What?’ Sirius gawped.

‘See kitten isn’t as mad as that,’ you challenged.

‘She’s got a point,’ James said, making you smile smugly that you still had him on side.

‘She doesn’t have any point she’s being ridiculous!’ Sirius snapped.

‘I’m being ridiculous? You’re the one who won’t even hear me out I mean did you even wonder why I want one?’ you challenged. As the boys looked at you silently you continued, ‘I want a kitten because I want something for me. Something that’s just mine that I don’t have to share with anyone. Now I’m not saying I hate what we have going I love you all you know that. I just like our little home; I think we make it really lovely and you take such good care of me I just want something to love besides you three.’

All three of them remained silent, staring at you. When none of them spoke the weight of your words started hitting you, your vulnerability and longing now feeling more like a weakness rather than strength, as if you were in the middle of the ocean surrounded by three sharks. 

‘Fine,’ you huffed as your embarrassment caught the better of you, slamming your fork down and standing up.

‘Oh come on don’t get in a strop,’ Sirius scoffed, throwing his own utensils down.

‘Babe come on,’ James said tugging at your sleeve though you yanked it from his grip.

‘Pads is right let’s not fall out over something silly,’ Remus said, and though his was the nicest tone of the three of them it was that which made you see red.

‘Oh so I’m being silly now?’ you snapped, ‘when you won’t even contemplate doing something a little out of your comfort zone.’ 

‘You know I don’t like them,’ Sirius reasoned weakly.

‘Yeah you’ve made that clear I just thought I’d mean enough to try something you don’t like,’ you said curtly, throwing him a glare as you added, ‘I mean haven’t we all gone out of our comfort zone.’

‘That’s not the same,’ Sirius scoffed.

‘Isn’t it?’ you challenged.

‘You know it isn’t,’ he replied darkly. 

‘Feels like it’s one rule for the boys one for me,’ you said firmly. 

‘Babe you it’s not like that you know it’s not,’ James said softly. Sirius however didn’t seem to be caving, his jaw clenched at the accusation. 

‘Look,’ he started.

‘You know what forget it,’ you snapped, pulling away from the table and slamming your chair under it no doubt knocking a couple of knees as you did not that anyone complained. In fact the other boys looked worried, Remus especially as he said, ‘aren’t you going to eat your dinner?’

 ‘I’m not hungry,’ you lied, storming off to your bedroom, the door slamming behind you.

As James and Remus looked towards Sirius they found him on his feet too, grabbing his coat from where he’d hung it and shrugging it on. 

‘Mate come on,’ Remus grumbled. Sirius ignored him, heading to the fireplace.

‘Where are you going?’ James asked, turning so that he could see him.

‘Out,’ Sirius said and before they could protest he disappeared through green flame. 

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‘I still don’t think they’re good together,’ James said, his voice rumbling against your belly where his head was resting, your fingers running through his messy locks soothingly.

‘I don’t mind them,’ you said, trying not to giggle and tease him about the fact he’d maintained he had no interest in watching the soap you were currently watching.

‘Hmm,’ he muttered neither in agreement nor rebuttal. 

Before you could say anything though the door clicked open, making him lift his head from your stomach, and Sirius appeared in the doorway. Though James had been on your side, telling you how he agreed Sirius was being unreasonable he straightened up, no doubt aiming to be peacemaker as he said, ‘hey mate.’

‘Hey,’ Sirius said hesitantly, frowning as you refused to look in his direction. Nevertheless he cleared his throat and continued, ‘can I borrow you for a minute?’

‘Uh yeah sure,’ James said scrambling off you though as Sirius threw him a look James said, ‘oh you don’t mean me.’

You glanced their way for a fraction of a second before turning your attention back to the screen, thankful neither of them saw it. Sirius sighed and leant on the door frame, ‘are you still not talking to me?’

‘Are you still being selfish?’ you replied, your eyes still ahead, arms folded across your chest.

‘Guys,’ James sighed.

‘No actually,’ Sirius said cutting him off and earning a scoff from you. With a sigh he walked forward towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of it as he said, ‘would you just come into the living room? Please?’

You watched him for a moment, his grey eyes pleading with you in a way that made your heart thump. It was enough to make you let your guard down as you sighed and said, ‘fine.’ 

He climbed up before you heading to the door with you and James following him out into the living room. You were still miffed at him but more annoyed at yourself for being so malleable when it came to any of them playing on your heart strings. 

‘Now I understand if you don’t like it but there wasn’t much I could do at this time of night,’ Sirius said, turning to face you. Your gaze skimmed the living room, clocking Remus who was sitting on the couch but nothing that gave you any clues as to what he was talking about. As he watched you his face grew nervous.

‘Well?’ he asked, still you weren’t sure but before you could ask him what the hell he was on about you heard a little mewling chirp. Your eyes immediately flew in the direction of the noise where you found a tiny kitten trotting around on Remus’ lap, tiny claws clinging from his jumper as it threw itself about.

‘Oh my god!’ you squealed, racing forward to scoop the tiny little thing off of Remus’ lap. It wriggled about in your arms as you fawned over it.

‘Hi sweetheart, oh my god, hi, hi,’ you cooed, cuddling it to you, ‘oh my god aren’t you cute!’

‘It’s a good job he is otherwise he’d be long gone given how many times he’s scratched me on the way over here,’ Sirius grumbled, making you look up from your fit of fawning.

‘Aw sweetie do you not like the big doggy,’ you teased, earning a mew from the tiny black kitten in your arms. 

‘And yet he’s been awful fond of the big bad wolf,’ Sirius joked earning a chuckle from you all. You smiled and decanted the kitten into Remus’ arms so that you could go to him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he held you to him, a smirk playing on his lips.  That was also the beauty of your relationship, whenever you did argue or disagree about something it never lasted long.

‘Hi,’ he said, moving a strand of hair from your face.

‘Hi,’ you replied.

‘Did I do alright?’ he asked hesitantly.

‘Sirius this is amazing,’ you whispered, ‘thank you so much.���

‘Yeah well it’s good to get out your comfort zone I suppose,’ he shrugged. 

‘You might be right,’ you said, leaning in to kiss him tenderly, ‘are you sure we just want one?’

‘Don’t push it,’ he mumbled into your lips. 

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@caitlin1996

[nigeluvzbl]

"Fort and those bites are a whole vibe! Absolutely iconic! 🥵🔥

[lovesicktrash]

so yotha thought newton would call faifa so he didn't call faifa, newton didn't call faifa, their father never called faifa, when has the mother ever given a shit about faifa, nobody ever really does. this angers me so much. im just happy to see wine by his side here. finally someone to hear him out, lend him a shoulder and care for him

[litrly-justagirl]

DREAM BIG.

and then dream BIGGER than that.

"If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re not big enough." – Ellen Johnson Sirleaf

Dreaming big is powerful, but why stop there? Sometimes, what we think is "big" is just the edge of what we think we deserve. So here’s the challenge: push past that limit. Don’t just dream big—dream bigger than you ever thought possible.

1. dream it...then double it

Picture your dream life. Now, ask yourself: What’s one thing you’d add if there were no fear, no limits, no “what ifs”? Maybe it’s that penthouse overlooking the city, a career that feels impossible, or a lifestyle that seems out of reach. Whatever it is, claim it unapologetically.

2. break the rules

Who says your dream is too much? Too expensive? Too ambitious? The only rules that matter are the ones you create. Break the ones that keep you small. Remember: what feels "unrealistic" today could be your reality tomorrow.

3. BE the part

You don’t have to wait for the dream to feel it. Start now. Light that luxury candle. Wear that outfit that makes you feel unstoppable. Speak as if it’s already yours. The more you embody that energy, the closer it gets.

4. now level up again

Once you’ve expanded your dream, go further. What’s the next step? Maybe it’s not just a penthouse, but a global lifestyle. Not just a new career, but a legacy. Don’t let fear or “realism” cap your vision.

Your dreams should thrill and challenge you. The best part? The only limit is how far you’re willing to go. So, what's your big dream—and how will you dream even bigger?

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[bernardsbendystraws]

Comfort Zone

⚠︎  mdni, smut, alcohol abuse, parental neglect, overall mature themes, and more [ this is made for all parts ]

⤷ Get to reading, sluts. No copying. Ask if you’d like to use this as ‘inspiration.’ Fuck off and fuck me, lets get horny!!!

With love and big tits, Rose

©bernardsbendystraws

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. In fact, I had never felt so betrayed by someone who made me feel so loved. I knew he was upset, I knew his day was rough, but none of that made the words spitting from his lips hurt any less. 

The event relapsed in my mind like a broken record player. A haunting memory declaring the start of something new–something that belonged in a wretched horror movie. 

Something I had never even imagined he would be able to do to me. 

Matt had always been sweet. The honeysuckle words dripped from his mouth like raging rapids in the woods. 

Not right now, though.

A bitter sour taste coated my senses, a lingering burn of humiliation still draining from my eyes and down my cheeks. 

LA so far has been beautiful. Great memories that had been documented in photos, journals, and some even traced new tan-lines on my skin. Only three months in and the heavenly glory had seemed to fall to hell in one day with one short statement. 

“Maybe I don’t want to talk–did you ever think of that? Or are you the only one allowed to do that, hm?” 

Words that had been spat from his soft, gentle lips. Words laced with so much anger that frustration reached from his eyes, pushing my weight further into the floor as I shrunk into myself. 

Matt had known how heart wrenching it had been for me to leave my blood father on his deathbed with not a single ounce of my forgiveness. I had tattered on the decision for weeks, letting the possibilities of regret sway my restless body in soft sheets, only finding relief in his arms. 

He knew how much it hurt. He knew how much I was trying to heal each day. Yet, the anger rid him of any filters, letting the free-flowing rage rain down on me like a drowning wave of the sea. 

My feet acted before anything. I had traveled to the bedroom–our bedroom. My watery eyes glanced over the pictures of us at the beach, smiling with love at each other. The Matt in those pictures stood tall with an aura of care and sweetness. Now, the same Matt stared down at me with a rage, letting words pierce wounds in the scars of my heart. 

I was still in his T-shirt, unmoving as I curled into the fluffy duvet. Hours had passed with nothing but complete silence. He was supposed to give me comfort, but his eyes pushed on my heart with a devastating weight of sadness. 

Does the truth come out with anger? 

Did he mean it?

Is that what he really thought? 

The lingering questions kept me up in the paralyzed state of time. The morning sun had now drifted to a hovering glow slightly above the horizon. My stomach rumbled with hunger, a feeling that I hadn’t had to feel since the days where my blood father would steal my money and spend it on liquor. 

He made me feel like him. 

Would I even be able to forgive that? 

My swollen eyes squint at the clock, the foggy numbers glowing on the screen. 

4:00 A.M. 

I had heard soft knocks on the door occasionally. I didn’t know whether they were Matt, Chris, or Nick. Either way, I stayed motionless in the same spot. However, the soft knocks had now continued for over twenty minutes. 

“Baby, please…just let me in…I…please.” Matt whispers out on the other side of the door. My heart weighs heavy in my chest at the hopeless tone in his voice. The endless waterfall of tears slowly halting from a numbness brought by dehydration and fatigue. 

The stiff joints in my fingers clench onto the pillowy duvet tighter, the first movement other than my neck in the passing hours. His broken voice makes my sadness falter into a desperation for his sweet comfort of relief. 

“Please, I…just please, baby, please. I’m so sorry,” his voice is muffled by the door as I find my feet reaching to the ground, carrying silent steps to the door. My hand rests on the handle, the slight movement of the metal seeming like a roar in the quiet hours of the night. “Sweetheart?” he asks, a new found hope in his voice creating a tighter grip between my hand and the knob. “Can you open the door for me?” he voices. My teeth start to clamp down on the inside of my cheek with hesitation. “--please?” 

The sullen word finds the string attached to my last hovering thoughts as I twist the knob. The lock coming undone makes my heart pulse as I feel the rush of cooler air wave through the opening crack of the door. 

As the gravity pulls the door open, Matt comes into view. My lip starts to quiver as I take in his appearance. He leaned against the doorframe, his hands lifelessly skewed by his side. His eyes meet mine, the pale moonlight refracting the familiarity of his pale, blue eyes that seem to be contrasting the redness surrounding his irises. 

“I…” his eyes flicker downward, a sniffle sounding as he wipes his nose. “--can I come in?” I slowly nod, opening the door further before walking back towards the bed. 

As I sit down, I hear the door click back in the hinges. I look down, staring at my hands as I anticipate the mattress to shift with his weight. 

It doesn’t. 

Instead, I watch as Matt gets on his knees in front of me, placing both his hands on my knees. His pleading eyes reach mine as my gut clenches with anxiety. “I….I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. There’s no excuse. I had a rough day and I took it out on you—and, fuck,” his voice breaks as his eyes fall to his hands rested on me. “It’s not okay. I never want to make you feel like…this. I am so sorry. I understand–” he chokes on his words. A wet, hot sensation runs onto my thigh. I look down, holding back my own tears as I watch the water flow from his eyes. 

“Matt.” I whisper out. 

He takes a deep breath, biting in his shaking lip. “I…I understand if you can’t forgive me. I am so fucking sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I, fuck, I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me, even if it’s not today. I just, I….baby, I,” his head falls on top of his hands on my knees, a soft cry echoing as his back shakes with the sadness consuming his body. 

My hands reach out, weaving through his hair through habit. I freeze, realizing my movements. 

“I love you so much, I, I want you to be happy, I’ll spend the rest of my life earning your forgiveness, I just–please, I–” 

The motion of my hands resumed, calming his cries. Matt pulls himself up, gently grabbing my hands and placing them back in my lap. 

His eyes stare down at them while I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “Don’t. You’re—I don’t deserve your comfort right now. I’m sorry, I’m trying not to cry…I have no right to be upset over my own actions. I hurt you.” The admission leaves him breathless as he sucks in a harsh gulp of air. “I, please say something.” he says, his pleading eyes reaching mine once more. 

The broken expression on his face plants a humbling regret in my thoughts. My wet cheeks curl into a sympathetic half-smile and fall quickly, “I, I can’t say I forgive you, Matt.” He nods, looking down with shame. I bring my hands out, cupping his damp cheeks. As our eyes meet, I fight back tears. “But, I want to. I–I know you, Matt. You’ve given me so much love, too much to be consumed by this one mistake. I just…” I tail off, admiring the sigh of relief falling from his lips as he lets his head rest further into my hand. 

The silence consumes us. His hand sandwiches mine against his face. The labored breaths of fatigue echo as a new found peace clouds the air. “I love you….so much. –’m so sorry, angel.” he whispers out. His head turns as he pulls my hand to his face. His lips kiss along my knuckles, soft and gentle. I let myself bathe in the feeling of his comforting love, my heart feeling lighter with each passing touch. 

“Can I—can I hold you?” he asks. The hope in his eyes glimmers with a halo of the stars, a sight imprinted in my memories with the pure bliss of love. 

I nod, watching him climb on to the bed as I muddle myself in my thoughts. No pride left, just pure devotion as he snuggles me into his arms. The cage of his limbs provides security as I nuzzle my face further into his chest. His lips kiss my forehead, lingering for a long minute. 

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“Wake up, baby, wake up.” The soft whisper of his voice brings my eyes to focus on him. The subtle sunlight dancing on his features like art. My heart skips a beat, reviewing the redness lingering in his eyes as I remember the previous conversation. 

“--’m sorry, didn’t wanna wake you up, but you haven’t eaten in too long.” The grumbling of both of our stomachs sounds, a tired haze of comfort making me nod my head further into his chest. 

“I got food delivered to us, all your favorites, but I need to get up, okay?” he asks. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, looking around as I analyze our position. A blush covered my face as I slid off of Matt’s body, which I had been clinging onto like a koala. 

Matt gets up, bending down and brushing the hair out of my face. “--so pretty, give me one minute.” he suggests. He pulls up the covers, tucking them below my chin as he plants a delicate kiss on my forehead. I relish in the soft gesture as he quickly rushes out of the room. 

My eyes glance over at the clock. 

4:00 P.M. 

With widening eyes, I rub over my face. Normally, we would have woken up a couple hours earlier. Although, I’m sure both of us had been so fatigued our bodies forced us to basically hibernate the day away. 

I turn my head towards the door as Matt marches in with a paper food bag in one hand and two cups in the other. I smile, reading the brand plastered on the brown paper. Matt kicks the door shut with his foot softly, setting the cups on his nightstand and the bag on the comforter. 

After getting everything settled, we had both begun eating in a tired silence, our starved bodies shoveling the breakfast food into our mouths greedily. “Thank you, Matt.” I say, leaning my head onto his shoulder as I pile the last bite of french toast into my mouth. 

“Of course, baby. Here,” He pushes some of his chocolate chip pancakes to my lips. I take a bite, savoring the familiar taste of sweetness. I hum with gratitude, too lazy to speak as I lean further into the crook of his neck. I hear him shuffle the remnants of the breakfast on the bed, watching him toss the trash filled bag onto his nightstand. 

My eyes falter with confusion. Matt was never the type to leave any messes, especially not food. I pick up my weight, attempting to lift my head off of his shoulder. Matt’s hand softly encloses around me, holding me down to him with a soft whisper. “Hey, let’s just go back to bed.” he suggests. 

“What?” I ask, utterly confused. “--the mess, Matt. You hate–” 

He cuts me off, “I don’t care about that right now. I just–I need to be with you. Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.” 

The thumb in my chest quickens, registering the honeysuckle ridden words falling from his lips. My lips tug into a smile as I let my eyes softly flutter closed. 

My sweet Matt. 

[socialbutterfly19]

It’s not being vain… it’s called confidence!

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I like to be alone. I have control over my own space. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to be better than my solitude. You're not competing with another person, you are competing with my comfort zone.

[kybercrystals94]

Eyes Wide Open

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 2 | Prompt: Comfort Zone

Rated: G | Words: 2109

Summary:

“Did you know,” Crosshair says, conversationally, “that Hunter sleeps with his eyes open?”

A prank does not go as planned.

“Did you know,” Crosshair says, conversationally, “that Hunter sleeps with his eyes open?”

Echo huffs, “That’s impossible.”

“It’s part of his enhancement,” Crosshair says.

The sniper is lounging against the wall with the port Echo is scomped into, idly gnawing on a toothpick with his helmet tucked under his arm, rifle hanging uselessly in his other hand. Echo casts him a vexed glance. “Shouldn’t you be covering my six?

“I am.”

“With your helmet on? And your weapon ready?” 

“It’s an abandoned outpost,” Crosshair scoffs. “There’s nothing here.” 

“Well, then, can you at least stop distracting me? I’m trying to concentrate.” 

Crosshair snorts. “I’m giving you vital information about our squad’s dynamics.” 

“Sure you are,” Echo grumbles. 

“If you don’t believe me, ask Tech. He’ll tell you.” 

“Or maybe I’ll ask Wrecker.” 

“Sure.” 

Echo twists to look up at Crosshair. “You’re being serious? Hunter sleeps with his eyes open?” 

“It’s unsettling, but it’s true,” Crosshair says, shrugging. “But whatever you do, don’t tell Hunter you know. He’s very self conscious about it.” 

Echo narrows his eyes, watching for any twitch of a tell in Crosshair’s features. Crosshair stares back, unflinching, which means nothing. Of the Batch, he seems to be the most apt at lying. Turning back to his task, Echo says, “I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

“Fine by me,” Crosshair says with a shrug. 

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“Echo told me something interesting,” Crosshair says, trailing after Hunter as they leave their meeting with command. 

Hunter isn’t paying attention, reading over their new mission parameters before Tech gets ahold of them. “Yeah?” he asks, absently. 

“He said he sleeps with his eyes open.” 

“Uh, huh.” 

“That’s it? Did you even hear what I said?” 

The ire in Crosshair’s tone makes Hunter look back at him. “What?”

Crosshair sighs. “I said, Echo told me something interesting.”

Hunter quirks an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“He said that he sleeps with his eyes open.” 

Hunter laughs. “What does that mean?” 

“It means he literally sleeps with his eyes open. Something to do with his cybernetics.” 

“He’s pulling your leg, Cross.” 

“I’ve seen it.” 

Now Hunter stops, turning to look at Crosshair dubiously. “You’ve seen Echo sleep with his eyes open.” 

“Several times.”  

Hunter considers this a moment, then regards Crosshair with a disconcerted expression. “You know, it’s kinda creepy that you watch Echo while he sleeps.” 

“I don’t watch him sleep,” Crosshair sputters. 

“That’s kind of what you just said.” 

Crosshair rolls his eyes and walks away, missing Hunter’s grin of triumph. It isn’t hard to annoy the sniper…but embarrassing him was a special kind of achievement. 

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Echo almost asks Tech about Hunter, then he almost asks Wrecker. The issue is that if he caves to the surmounting curiosity, and it turns out this is some sort of prank…everyone will know he fell for it and he’ll look like a gullible dolt. Then again, Crosshair had seemed genuine. It would be a weird thing to lie about. What would he gain from it? (Besides the obvious prize of making Echo appear idiotic.) In the end, Echo decides that he’ll just have to verify the intel for himself, do some recon. How hard can it be to catch Hunter asleep and just…investigate.

Apparently, absolutely kriffing impossible. 

For whatever reason (further piquing Echo’s interest), Hunter always sleeps with his back to the room. To investigate would mean to lean precariously over the hyper sensitive clone. Like that’s gonna happen with Echo’s prosthetics and cybernetics whirring and screaming his location at all times. 

A standard week later, Echo still doesn’t know if Hunter sleeps with his eyes open, but he is almost positive the man has eyes in the back of his head. 

A rare stint on Kamino finds Echo sitting at the table, facing Hunter’s bunk, waiting and hoping that the clone tucked inside turns over in his sleep and finally puts this rumor to rest…so to speak. 

Abruptly, Hunter rolls over and pins Echo with a bleary glare. “What are you doing?” he growls, voice rough with sleep. 

Echo stammers, holding up a dark data pad as frail evidence. “Reading?” An internal smack to the forehead as he wonders why he posed his answer as a question.  

“You’ve been watching me sleep. Why?” 

“I’m not,” Echo protests. 

“You are,” Hunter insists. 

Echo squirms under the scrutiny, face aflame with embarrassment. “Just something Crosshair said…I was trying to figure out if it was true.” 

Hunter rolls his eyes. “Did he tell you I sleep with my eyes open?” 

Echo gapes. This can go one of two very different ways. Either Hunter admits that it’s true, or he tells Echo that he’s an idiot for believing a syllable out of the sniper’s mouth. Echo is not mentally prepared for either scenario. 

“Well, it’s not true,” Hunter deadpans. “Although, Cross told me that you told him that you sleep with your eyes open because of something to do with your cybernetics.”

Echo frowns. “Did you believe him?”

Hunter grins, flopping over onto his back and covering his eyes with the crook of one arm. “No, because I’m not an idiot.” 

“He said it had to do with your enhancement,” Echo defends himself, but that just makes Hunter laugh.  

“And you just believed him?” Hunter asks, still chuckling. 

Echo doesn’t want to dignify the obviously rhetorical question with a response, so he awakens his data pad with an irritable tap, and begins to sort through meaningless tabs hoping that Hunter will just drop it, and that he won’t tell Crosshair about any of it. 

“Ah, don’t feel bad, Echo,” Hunter says, still hiding half his face under his arm. “Cross messing with you means he likes you. You’re officially part of the squad. Getting harrassed by Crosshair is practically a right of passage.”

“Does it ever stop?” Echo mutters. 

Of course Hunter hears him. “No, but you get used to it.” 

Echo swears under his breath. “Goody.” 

A few minutes pass and Echo thinks that Hunter has fallen back asleep; however, the sergeant lifts his arm. “I have an idea to get him back…if you’re interested.”

Oh, Echo is very interested.

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“You were right about Echo,” Hunter says, walking alongside Crosshair. 

Crosshair is pushing a cart of supplies from the armory. This is usually a task completed by Wrecker and Crosshair; however, Hunter had volunteered to go when Wrecker was occupied helping Tech with inventory counts…a task Hunter usually did with Tech. 

“What are you talking about?” Crosshair asks. 

Hunter glances around and lowers his voice. “About him sleeping with his eyes open.” 

Crosshair carefully keeps his expression from twitching into a look of surprise. “Of course I was right. Why would I lie about something like that?” 

“To make me a kriffing creeper like you,” Hunter says, bumping his shoulder into Crosshair. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes, remembering how this conversation went a few weeks ago. “I don’t watch him sleep!” 

“Fine, you don’t…but you were right! I couldn’t believe it. I asked Tech about it, and he said it is one of the side effects of his internal cybernetics. Sometimes Echo forgets to close his eyes if he falls asleep too fast.” 

That actually kind of made sense. Crosshair smirks. “You’re telling me this like I didn’t already know.” 

“I’m just saying, I’m sorry for doubting you,” Hunter says humbly. “It’s actually a good thing you told me. When I talked to Tech, he said that it is important that we close Echo’s eyes for him if he falls asleep with them open. They dry out and are painful once he wakes up.” 

Crosshair hums. He isn’t sure what he thinks of that. Maybe Echo should learn to fall asleep slower if drying his eyes out is that huge of a problem. 

Hunter claps Crosshair’s shoulder soundly. “Thank you for looking out for our squadmate. I know it’s been an adjustment incorporating Echo into the squad, but when we all put in the effort, it will be an even more seamless transition.” 

“Sure,” Crosshair mutters, feeling uncomfortable under the glowing praise. Hunter isn’t usually so flowery, and Echo’s adapting to the dynamics of Clone Force 99 hasn’t been that difficult. A few missteps here and there, but overall, the reg seemed able to keep up. 

Crosshair shrugs off the awkwardness of the situation and hopes he is never the one who sees that Echo has fallen asleep with his eyes open.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

He isn’t so lucky. 

A standard week later, a mission forces them to travel twelve hours in hyperspace. Once the mission parameters have been established, the Batch disperse to do their own tasks. Echo announces that he is exhausted and is going to take a nap. He tells his new brothers that he does not want to be disturbed unless it is a matter of life or death. Then, he stretches out on the lower bunk, turns his back to the room, and is softly snoring a few minutes later. 

Crosshair is doing what he usually does on a long space journey: taking apart his entire rifle and putting it back together after polishing each individual piece. He is nearly done putting the rifle back together when Echo rolls over with a loud sigh. Crosshair glances up and freezes mid attaching one rifle piece to another. 

Echo is staring at him, unblinking. Well. Not at him, more like, through him. It’s terrifying. 

Crosshair glances at the cockpit where Tech, Hunter and Wrecker are. If he could get one of them to come back here, maybe they’d see Echo’s predicament and handle it themselves, Crosshair could claim not to have noticed. 

Another option is to wake Echo up. Crosshair isn’t scared of Echo, not even intimidated; however, putting an ARC on the warpath for disturbing his sleep seems like an unwise decision if Crosshair doesn’t want to face retaliation. 

The third option, the option Crosshair is loath to even consider, is to get up and close Echo’s eyes himself. Knowing there is no one around to hear him, Crosshair breathes out a whine, dropping his head back against the wall and sagging his shoulders. He really, really does not want to do this. 

Echo continues to stare. 

Unseeing. Unblinking. 

Just staring, staring right through Crosshair. 

With another hissed sound of disdain, Crosshair puts aside his rifle pieces and stands up. How does one even close someone’s eyes? You just prise their eyelids down? Won’t that wake them up? These questions plague Crosshair’s mind as he creeps forward, trying not to make eye contact with the sleeping ARC. It’s just so weird…

He stands in front of the bunk, sighs again, and kneels down, crouched on his heels. He reaches up slowly, hating every painful second of this. 

A hand catches his wrist and a voice says, low and cryptic, “Gotcha.” 

Crosshair does not scream. He will die on that hill. But the way his heart leaps into his throat and lodges there makes him fall backwards, landing hard on his tailbone. 

Echo is laughing hysterically, dropping Crosshair’s wrist as he sits up. A combination of the laughter and whatever thing made the unholy, panicked squawk draw the attention of the three persons in the cockpit. 

Hunter is grinning wide enough that Crosshair knows for an absolute fact that the idiot was in on the whole thing. 

“What were you doing, Cross?” Echo asks between gasps of laughter. 

Crosshair pushes himself to his feet and stands stiffly, arms crossed, wishing he had a toothpick to break between his teeth. “You know exactly what I was doing. It was a set up.” 

“What happened?” Wrecker asks, looking wounded at being left out of whatever Echo and Hunter found hilarious. 

“Echo fell asleep with his eyes open,” Hunter says, chuckling. 

Tech adjusts his goggles. “That is a condition known as nocturnal lagophthalmos. I was not aware Echo had it. Fascinating.” 

“He doesn’t have it,” Crosshair grouses. “Hunter lied to me.” 

Hunter looks shocked. “You’re the one who told me Echo had that.” 

“And you’re the one who told me that Hunter did,” Echo puts in, wiping tears from his eyes. 

Wrecker frowns. “Wait? So Hunter sleeps with his eyes open too?” 

“Neither of them do,” Crosshair growls. 

“Crosshair tried to trick Echo and I, so we got him back,” Hunter says, looking far too proud of himself. 

“So it was you that screamed like a prepubescent cadet?” Tech asks Crosshair with a grin. 

“I did not scream,” Crosshair says firmly. 

“Well, it wasn’t me,” Echo says. 

Wrecker is laughing now. “Wait, wait, tell me the whole story.”

Echo happily starts from the beginning. 

END

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