#however it is now the heat of summer and this fast will not be okay if I do not prepare

[anonymousdandelion]

For those who will be fasting tomorrow for the 17th of Tammuz, a friendly remember to please remember to drink your water throughout today!!

[wileys-russo]

emily fox, “I can’t sleep, can we have ice cream?” “I was about to say that.”, late night ice cream in the kitchen

late night ice cream II e.fox

you shifted for what felt like the hundredth time that hour, positively suffocating in the sweltering humidity of the late virginian evening. having no choice but to become acclimatized to the sharp bitter cold of london, to travel back home to see your girlfriends family peak summer had been most welcome.

you'd been back only for two days now, most of yesterday spent wrapping your heads around the jetlag and taking it easy, pinching and poking one another all afternoon to stay awake so you would both sleep.

last night you'd both been utterly exhausted, and sleep came easily with the pair of you already out the moment your heads hit the pillow, bare legs tangled beneath the covers and chests rising and falling.

tonight you'd hoped would be the same case, a large handful of your girlfriends family and close friends having gathered in the backyard of her family home for a barbecue.

you'd watched on with a dazzlingly lovesick look plastered in your features as the elated smile on emilys own lips never faltered as she spent hours catching up with her loved ones.

pulling you in and out of conversations or hiding away to kiss you in her childhood bedroom the two of you felt like teenagers sneaking around again.

well aware that everyone knew you'd been together for a very long time, back where it all began there was just a new sort of nostalgic joy charged from your every interaction.

giggling i love you's between soft kisses where her lips tasted like popsicles and the smell of the grill filled your senses the two of you couldn't be happier.

however right now laid up in bed and positively cooking in the intense summer heat, you found that joy fast beaten into submission by the grumpiness which came from the inability to fall asleep, having laid here silent but suffering for what felt like hours now.

"hey, babe?" you were pulled from your thoughts by her voice, eyes flickering from the star filled night sky peeking out of her open window to meet the concern painted across her face as she sat up and stared down at you.

"you keep moving." the defender noted quietly, not unkindly but you detected the slight coat of frustration to her words as you winced. "i'm not used to this heat, i can feel it." you whispered, swatting at the air as if to fight off an invisible enemy causing a slight smile to paint her cherry red lips.

"i forgot what it felt like." emily huffed, dropping back down into bed beside you and you were grateful for the way her slender fingers grabbed yours, the rest of your bodies still refusing to touch due to the overwhelming humidity filling the room.

"i'm sorry i've kept you up em." you murmured guiltily, turning onto your side as she did the same, her hand squeezing yours in a silent dismissal.

"baby i know i say you're the light of my life but last i checked you're not the sun, you haven't been keeping me up this heat has." the footballer teased with a playful grin, toe poking your calf as your eyes rolled fondly.

"do you see the sun out there fox?" you quipped with a nod to the window, laughing softly as her free hand popped up to give you the finger. "you were supposed to find a smooth way to compliment me back, girlfriend." the older girl mocked sarcastically, poking your nose.

"oh sorry girlfriend." you paused a moment to think, an offended scoff sounding around the room as you shoved her gently.

"i'm thinking!" "explains why it smells like something is burning."

"okay you know what? after that there is no compliments, goodnight emily." you retorted, dropping her hand and rolling over to face the wall as she snickered. "you're so easy to bait, like a little fish." the girl teased, arm sneaking around your torso and her body shuffling closer.

"mmm that feels nice babe but it is way too hot to fool around." you sighed apologetically as her lips began to explore your neck, skin slightly damp with the sweat beading across both your bodies due to close proximity, your shared heat adding to an already overwhelming cocktail of humidity.

"i know." emily groaned quietly, rolling away from you and running a hand through her hair as you flopped onto your back, the two of you sharing a look for a moment.

"i love you." you promised, grabbing her hand again and bringing her palm up to your mouth with a soft kiss. "i love you more." the girl melted with a smile, leaning in to peck your lips twice before you both seemed to settle, a few stifling minutes passing where the room seemed to somehow get even hotter, a gust of wind doing nothing to ease it other than rattling the half cocked blinds.

"i can't sleep. can we have ice cream?" "i was about to say that."

you both shared another look and burst out laughing, hurrying to cover one anothers mouths like a reflex, all too used to being yelled at to keep it down when you'd had sleepovers as teenagers, both of your parents still not knowing you were anything more than best friends.

managing to swallow your laughter the sheet was kicked off and the pair of you very slowly and quietly made your way out of her childhood room and downstairs, closing the kitchen door with a soft click.

"mmm we have chocolate? caramel pecan? i think my mom keeps a tub of cookie dough hidden from my dad in the back somewhere-" emily pondered, rummaging through the freezer with a frown as your chin rested on her shoulder, exhaling happily at the crisp cold air fanning your face.

"i'll have chocolate, you have cookie dough and we can share?" emily offered, a grunt of success sounding as she located the hidden tub behind a bag of frozen peas.

"ugh baby we might not be able to fool around but i love when you talk dirty to me."

[delulustateofmind]

Married to Fire (One Shot!)

Summary: You married Eris a decade ago! Sweet moments with your mate :)

A/n: ALRIGHT! Who ordered the Eris fluff, oh wait that's me because there's like NONE out there. Okay there's a couple. Anyways, I wrote this puppy up before some drinks, so it is unedited. I'm currently on summer break in case you were like how are you writing so fast. It's because I am bored out of my delulu mind.

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY, mentions of keir *vomit*, drinking, mentions of gambling.

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Eris, who was now a High Lord after the death of Beron, was somehow your mate. You, the daughter of a poor parsnip farmer, had found yourself bound to the High Lord who did not judge your upbringing. The balance, however, was difficult—getting used to living in a massive castle and all. With your mate constantly busy with his duties, he still made time for you the best that he could.

Even with your petty arguments...

"No, my flame," Eris drawled as he lay in bed reading budget reports. The velvet comforter rested below his hips, exposing his muscular chest. You, however, stood in the doorway with a huff, your twelve hunting dogs leashed up and tails wagging aimlessly.

"Please, it's cold out there, and imagine how warm they would be in our sheets," you pouted, batting your lashes and giving him your best doe-eyed look.

"They're dirty, and I don't think twelve dogs could even fit in our bed," Eris replied, raising his gaze to you. His reading glasses rested on the bridge of his nose as he continued, "Don't even think about it during my business trip to Hewn City next week either," his tone scolding as if you were a child.

You sighed dramatically, slumping against the doorframe, fake exaggerated tears pooling out. "But they're so lonely without us," you whined, giving the dogs' leashes a small tug as they all stared at Eris. Their eyes were not so pleading, as they probably did not understand the situation, but it was still an effort.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his amber hair. "My flame, my love, oh how I adore you and your...enthusiasm. But twelve hunting dogs in our bed is simply not practical." Eris drawled out, setting his reports to the side, completely understanding that he would not be getting work done this evening.

"I could wash their paws?" you offered in a small voice, the pout remaining on your face as you looked at him.

Eris chuckled before replying in a teasing tone, "And their asses too?" You grimaced as you looked away, your cheeks heating up. That was something you would rather not partake in.

You looked away for a moment before relenting with a sigh. "Fine...but I ordered them all dog beds with their initials," you said, looking back at him with a challenging look.

Eris's lips twitched into a small smile. "If that's what you want to spend your allowance on instead of fancy dresses and jewels, then by all means, go ahead," he teased as he patted the space beside him on the bed, a silent invitation for you to join him.

A maid ushered the dogs away, perhaps thankful that they were all so well-trained, as she shut the door behind her. You smiled as you began to crawl into bed next to Eris, nestling into his warmth and feeling his arm wrap around you.

"Please don't cause too much chaos while I'm gone, alright?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You grinned as you nuzzled closer to him. "No promises, I have to keep you on your toes, High Lord."

*****

Eris was not cut out for manual labor; could he sword fight? Of course! Could he help your family harvest parsnips? Hell no.

Eris grunted as he lifted the basket full of parsnips into the wooden trailer. You were helping your mother harvest from the fruit trees, yet your gaze constantly shifted to him. The way his muscles flexed under the autumn sun, drenched in sweat, and those leather pants so tight around his thick thighs—Mother above, save you. Your mother gave you a look that said, "Stop gawking and get back to work," causing you to roll your eyes as you picked an apple from the tree.

Eris walked over to you after loading the last basket. Using his tunic to wipe off the sweat, his amber gaze fixed on you.

"My sweet little flame, you know I could hire people to do this for your family, right?" he grunted as he pulled you into an embrace and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You pretended to be grossed out by the sweat, pulling away from him. He gave you a mocking smile and a deep laugh. "Seriously though, love, your family could move into the palace. I mean, we have more than enough space," he continued, furrowing his brows.

You shrugged in response. "This is how they like to live; it's honest work after all. My father likes to brag at the market that the High Lord loves our produce," you flashed him a cheeky smile as he rolled his eyes. "Plus, they wouldn't know what to do with themselves. They wouldn't feel like they belonged. I mean, hell, sometimes I don't—"

Eris stopped you by flicking your nose. "You do belong in the palace," his look was stern as he gazed down at you, the heat in his eyes resembling a flame. "If anyone ever dares to make you feel like you don't belong at court, I will...do unspeakable things to them," he breathed those last few words. You just nodded and pressed against his chest. Eris still had some trauma to work through, but he was better now after the years you two had been married.

Later that evening, when Eris had to go to Hewn City...

With a plop of a turnip onto Keir's lap, Eris entered the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He still had to maintain relations; without Keir, he wouldn't have been able to execute his father.

"Bath or something, you smell like a farm," Keir grimaced.

Eris smirked, taking a long sip of his drink. "It's called honest work, Keir. Something you might want to try sometime."

Keir rolled his eyes. "I've heard of it, thanks. But really, what were you doing?"

"Helping my mate's family with their harvest," Eris replied, leaning back in his chair. "They're good people. And it was...refreshing, in a way."

Keir raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "High Lord of Autumn Court, sweating it out in the fields. Never thought I'd see the day."

Eris took a long sip of his whiskey, feeling the burn slide down his throat. He glanced at the glass as he learned back into the armchair. “I’ll take that bath, Keir. But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten why I’m here. Let’s get down to business.” 

******

Obviously, Eris could handle a drunken mate.

When you drank, you drank like a sailor. Eris would just blame it on your upbringing—how you were so used to drinking at taverns with rogues and mercenaries.

With a tug of his embroidered vest, Eris walked into the loud tavern. Dancers swirled on the stage, their scarves dancing in rhythm with the beat of the drums. In his younger days, he might have enjoyed this scene, but now, with you, well, that was all he could ask for. His eyes traveled the room until they rested upon you, chugging a pint of beer on top of a table.

By the Cauldron, you were a handful.

The crowd was cheering, "Chug, chug, chug!" as you finished and set down the glass next to fifteen others. You cheered triumphantly with the crowd.

Dear heavens, this was his mate. With a scowl, he walked over to you. You cheekily smiled at him, but some members of the crowd backed away, sensing the tension.

"Eris!" you exclaimed, your voice slurred but filled with joy. "Come join us! The fun's just getting started!"

Eris sighed, reaching up to steady you as you wobbled on the table. "My flame," he began, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement, "you know how much I adore you, but this is not exactly the best place for you to be showcasing your drinking talents."

You pouted, hopping down from the table with his assistance. "But they love me here! I'm like a legend!"

Eris couldn't help but chuckle, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady. "A legend, indeed. But perhaps it's time to head home?"

You gave him a pout as he continued, “You do know gambling is outlawed, correct? You wouldn’t have been betting right, on perhaps who could drink the most?” 

Your eyes widened innocently, but the mischievous glint remained. “Who me? I wouldn’t dream of it,” you said, attempting to sound so sincere yet clearly failing at the task. 

Eris cocked a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Because I swore I saw a few coins being exchanged after you finished that glass.” 

You bit your lips, unable to suppress your nervous giggle, “Alright! A little, teeny-tiny bet.” Showing him your fingers how small the bet was. 

Eris sighed with a groan, shaking his head, “my flame, you really keep me busy, you know that?” 

You grinned as you leaned against him, “That’s why you love me.” 

With a hum he nodded, “Let’s avoid anymore gambling tonight, alright? I wouldn’t want to banish my own mate.” He smiled as you laughed, so bright and carefree, “Let’s get you home before you decide to challenge a mercenary to a duel alright?” 

The crowd murmured in disappointment, but no one dared challenge the High Lord as he guided you through the tavern. You leaned heavily against him, your steps unsteady.

"Eris," you mumbled, looking up at him with bleary eyes, "I love you, you know that?"

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I know, my flame. I love you too. Now let's get you to bed."

You giggled, your head resting against his chest as he led you outside. "You always take such good care of me."

"And you," he replied softly, "always keep me on my toes."

As the cool night air hit your face, you shivered slightly, and Eris pulled you closer, his warmth comforting against the chill. Despite the chaos you often brought into his life, he wouldn't have it any other way. You were his mate, his love, his flame, and he was more than willing to handle every drunken escapade, every wild adventure, just to see you smile.

Reaching the palace, Eris helped you into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. As you drifted off to sleep, he sat beside you, watching your peaceful face. The tavern escapade is already a fond memory.

"Sweet dreams, my flame," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I'll always be here to catch you when you fall."

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Could you write constant cuddles because they're touch-starved with boyfriend/husband Tony, with him being the touch-starved one?

Touch-starved

PAIRING || Husband!Tony Stark x Avenger!Wife!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 950 words

SUMMARY || Tony has been touch-starved for as long as he can remember, but he has been doing a lot better since he met you. However, when you're gone for a long mission without him, it gets worse, and he's clingier than ever when you return.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || Canon compliant. Angst with a happy ending. Touch-starved Tony. Mentions of anxiety, stress, and depression (non-descriptive).

A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles. This was been the first time I dove into Tony being touch-starved, but it was such an interesting topic to explore! I hope to get into this more in longer fics at some point, but for now, I hope you all enjoy it. This is not proofread; any and all mistakes are my own. 🤍

Photo: Source || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles

For as long as Tony can remember, he has been touch-starved. He may not call it that, persé, but looking at the symptoms, you both know that's precisely what it is, and it's even worse when you're not with him.

When you and your husband are together, in whatever capacity that may be, he's always touching you in one way or another—from lying a hand on your thigh when you're sitting next to him to wrapping himself around you like a koala bear and everything in between.

When you are not with him, however, it gets worse. He shows signs of depression, his appetite is a lot less as a result of anxiety about your whereabouts, his stress levels are through the roof, and he rarely sleeps - only falling asleep when exhaustion has taken over his entire being.

The past two weeks haven't been exactly easy for you, as you've been gone on a mission with Steve, but each moment you had a bit of time to yourself, you could feel your mind wandering to Tony and how he must be doing now that you're not there.

"Is it okay if I call Tony?" you ask Steve as he controls the QuinJet that's bringing you home. He nods with a reassuring smile before returning his gaze to the sight in front of him.

On the first ring, your husband picks up, and you're relieved to hear his voice.

"Hi, my sweet Angel," Tony says as he answers, and your heart beats so fast, it might as well leap out of your chest as you hear his voice. You love your husband so incredibly much, and to listen to his voice again is something you'll always look forward to.

"Hi, Handsome," you say, and Tony immediately smiles. Your voice always calms him down, and he's been looking forward to hearing it since you left.

"We're on our way home now, and I missed you so much," you say, followed by a sigh as you close your eyes. Memories of your husband flash through your mind as you do, and you can't help but smile.

"I missed you too, Angel, and I'll be right where I always am when you're home. How long will it be before you land?" Tony asks, and when you let him know, he hums in response.

"I can't wait to see you again, Handsome. I'm looking forward to holding you in my arms again and ordering take-out once we've taken a shower," you say, and Steve clears his throat, letting you know he can hear everything you're saying. You roll your eyes before you give him a playful swat against his arm, and he smiles at you.

"Hmm, I can't wait either. I love you so much, Angel," Tony says, and your cheeks heat up at his words. Even after so many years, his "I love you " gets you flustered, but in the best way possible.

"I love you too, Tony. I'll see you soon," you say before hanging up. The rest of the flight is spent mainly in silence, but neither you nor Steve mind. The anticipation of reuniting with Tony fills you with relief and joy. Once the QuinJet has landed safely, you quickly make your way to the exit, eager to see your husband again.

As promised, he's standing right outside the hangar where the QuinJet is stored for now, his arms spread wide. A smile lights up his face, though you can tell he's definitely been very stressed and tired when you were gone, as it's clearly visible on his face.

You also fall into his arms with a giant smile, and you wrap your arms tightly around your husband's waist, pulling him as close as possible. This moment has been on your mind since you left, and having him in your arms again makes every mission worth it.

"I'm so glad you got home safe, Angel. I have been so anxious and stressed when you were gone," he admits, and you nod as you pull back just enough to cup his cheeks. You lean in to place a small kiss on the tip of his nose, making him smile as you do.

"I know, Handsome, but I'm here. I'm safe, and I'm in your arms again. We can cuddle as much as you want now, okay?" you say, and he nods before putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you so you can wrap around him like a koala bear. The physical closeness brings a sense of warmth and security to both of you.

"I love you, Angel, and I'm not letting you go anytime soon," he says as he walks both of you into the Compound and towards his penthouse, where the first few hours will be spent with cuddles and kisses until it's time to take your shared shower and order take-out.

Now that you're home, Tony feels like the pieces of his soul have been put together again. He has his Angel back, and he will not let you go for as long as he can help it. You're definitely not one to complain about it, either.

"I love you too, Tony. And I'm happy to be home and be with you again," you say before nuzzling into his neck. Once you're in bed, you can feel the relief wash over Tony as he curls up against you, comfort and peace seeping into every fiber of his being.

It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep in your arms, finally getting the sleep he's been missing out on when you were gone. You play with his hair until you fall asleep, finally feeling safe with your husband in your arms.

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

To Start Anew (TF141xLATA!Reader) Ch.4

Whooo sorry for the wait ya’ll! Summer is kicking not only ass but my internet’s ass! Here is chapter 4! Ya gurl has a breakdown and the guys check in on her!

Warnings: Language, breakdown, crying.

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The room was absolutely stunning! A veranda for you to sit and watch the sea, a short walk away from the room was the private beach, the bed was definitely big enough to fit two people and your brain suddenly can’t help but think of bringing someone into that bed for a night. You deserve to have fun while you’re here and you plan to!

The bathroom was pristine with a large tub, dark marble on the counters encompassed in tan wood. “I have to send a video to mom and dad!” You start up a video call with your family to show them the room and the view. “Oh honey it's beautiful! Such a lovely place to stay for 2 weeks!” “Oh I wanna see!” You hear your sister chime in the background before she crowds into the call. “The place has a private beach too and a pool with a restaurant next to it!”

”Well I’m more interested in the very handsome men hanging around by the pool!” You laugh as your mom and sister start to ogle the men and turn the phone away. “What!? I wasn’t done looking! No fair!” “I’m sure they don’t want someone gawking at them while they swim and relax!” “Well I mean, they are pretty good-looking. That big fella with the face mask looks like he could be a good time.” “OH MY GOD DAD!”

He laughs at your now red face as you distantly hear your sister say to have fun and to let her know all the dirty details if you snag one of the men. “No! Jesus Christ they’re on leave! I don’t wanna bother them! They are nice because we chatted at the airport but they came to relax!” “Well dear I don’t think they’d be too opposed to…having some fun as well if you catch my drift!” “Perverts all of you! I’m gonna take a shower and take a nap!” Your family laughs before wishing you well with a promise to call later.

Sighing, you hook your phone into the charger and grab a change of clothes. You definitely need a nice hot bath and a nap, you deserve it. As you undress and step into the hot water, you feel the tension leaving you all at once, practically sinking into the tub. The groan that leaves your throat is nothing short of graphic. ‘I really needed this.’ The thought comes fast and the tears follow as you fall into your sad thoughts again, it was only a day ago after all since the worst day of your life happened.

“Stupid fuckin bastard! If he didn’t want to get married why the fuck did he propose?!” The tears are cool as they stream down your cheeks as opposed to the heat surrounding your body. “Should have fuckin known.” A shudder runs through you as a sob breaks past your throat and you scrub at the tears to get them to stop, though it is futile. You sit and cry in the tub for a good while before calming down enough to clean yourself and rinse off before stepping out.

As you wrap yourself in the fluffy bathrobe you remember that you wanted to order champagne. Just as your hand is on the phone you think mimosas sound a lot better and order the champagne and oj to be sent to your room with the engraved glasses his dad had ordered. Maybe you could just break his, maybe you could use it as a weird roleplay toy, the possibilities are there and ultimately you decide against the roleplay usage and plan to just shatter it if they bring it.

-With the guys-3rd person-

It was still bright outside as the 141 men were enjoying the pool at the hotel. “Do ye ken the little lady is okay?” Gaz sips his drink as he shakes his head, “Nah mate I don’t think so. She still seemed pretty pissed when she was talking to us about it at the airport.” The other three nod in agreement. Becoming alert at the sudden sounds of yelling and shattering glass.

They turn towards the woman’s room. She’s standing, that much they can tell, her sobs however are loud and they continue to watch as she falls to her knees. Her wails of sorrow are not for their viewing pleasure and they really should be minding their business. “Alright time to go see if she’s okay.” Price stands from his lounge chair, drinking down the last of his whiskey before making his way to her room.

It almost seems concerning for the four of them that anyone can access someone else’s room simply by walking far enough. Simon, Johnny, and Gaz follow suit. As they approach they see her seated on her bed, wine glass in hand as she scrubs at her eyes. “Everythin a’right?” The suddenness of Simon’s voice startles her as she shoots up, almost spilling her wine on her dress.

”Woah, woah, easy. Sorry for the fright, we just heard the yelling and the glass shatter. Wanted to make sure you were good.” They watch her take deep, calming breaths. “Oh my god! You guys scared the shit out of me!” Hand on her chest as she calms down, sniffling as she takes a sip of her drink. “So…are ye alright?” She sighs and sits again.

She gestures for them to sit as well and they all grab chairs. “Uh…yeah. Yeah I think I’m good now. Sorry for the uh, noise. Just working through the emotions.” Simon looks around the room. Nothing looks broken as far as the decor goes. “What broke then?” She looks at an empty corner of the room, broom leaning next to it. “Oh that. My ex’s dad paid for engraved wine glasses and I…decided to break his. Felt good.” The guys nod in understanding before they see realization cross her face.

”God I’ve been so fuckin rude to you guys since we met. Dumping all my trauma on you, being overly cautious of you guys. Fuck I’m not even a good host! Do you guys want a drink or something?” The concern is so real on all four of the guys’ faces it seems to stall her, the steam running out of her as she puts her glass down and puts her hands in her face. “Ya wanna talk about it?” She shakes her head. “No. No it’s fine I…I’ve impeded enough. Sorry for the noise guys, I’ll try to be quieter. Was getting ready to leave anyway to go explore.”

She gets up or wash her face and apply her makeup. “Okay welp…see you guys later? Have fun with your stay!” The guys stand stunned as the door closes behind her, before they shake it off and head back for the pool.

Tag list: @cumikering @devcica @catmouseggy

[nyrasbloodyclover]

angels roll their eyes (billy hargrove x reader)

a/n: i wrote this two years ago????? omg. my writing style changed so much but my love for this man did not. summery vibes !

Wet hair was sticking to the nape of my neck and my tanned skin burned from the sun, while i was sitting on the edge of a swimming pool. It was summer, actually my least favorite season, but i decided to make most of it and come here with my friends. It was safe to say they ditched me to tan and that's what they've been doing for the last three hours. So i had to swim alone. As much as i enjoyed it, i couldn't help but feel miserable. They could also get a tan in the water, but no...Hot lifeguards were literally everywhere and they couldn't notice them if they were in the water, right?

Well i just proved that theory wrong, because Billy Hargrove came up to me and i swear he looked like a literal god, or that was just the part of my brain that remembered i haven't had sex in ages. I stadied my breathing and tried to act as natural as possible, not wanting to make it awkward. He was my neighbor after all, and our parents were friends. I still had to see him on Saturdays when my mom or his step mom make dinner for everyone. However that didn't stop my pussy from pulsing. Not my fault exactly.

Why the fuck was he coming towards me?

"Oh...Hi, Billy!" I tried to act friendly but it seemed that he took every kind gesture as flirting. Or was that my mind making up it's own scenarios?

Wide grin spread across his face, completely changing his features. "Hello," he squatted down to meet my eyes, "Just wanted to tell you i'll be coming over after my shift here. I won't stay long, don't worry." He smiled even wider, and i swear I felt my ovaries shift. "Your dad told me to pick up some important papers, or something like that and bring them to my father."

"Yeah, no problem. I think i'll be heading home soon, so i can find them for you." Breathe in breathe out, you whore. Stop thinking about him like that. I was certain he could read my mind right now and also thankful for summer heat. I could use it as an excuse because i'm pretty sure i'm burning inside out right now.

Also, i won't look down. I won't check out his abs, and i sure as hell am not looking at his dick. No way.

"See you then." Sun glasses covered his eyes so i couldn't see them properly but i swear he shifted his gaze all over me. Dear God. I just think of my mother and how horrified would she be if she saw my thoughts right now.

He never stopped smiling as he got up and strode away. I took a moment to appreciate his ass. Those swimming trunks did him justice. Damn. I was actually jealous. Okay i think that was enough. I jumped into water and stayed there, holding my breath until i felt like i was decent enough to get out. Without looking like a desperate whore that i am.

I put on white top that was nearly soaked and jean shorts, preparing to head home. I got on my bike and drove as quickly as i could because Billy's shift ended in thirty minutes and i wanted to take a shower before he comes. Also it was burning hot outside, which didn't help. I was touch starved and Billy appeared all wet and half naked. I really need to take care of myself when i get home.

I parked my bike and took off my top as fast as i could, shorts too. I was running in my dark green bikini over my front porch. Sorry neighbors.

When i got into shower, water was like a good old friend. I haven't even noticed how cold i actually was until hot water started pouring over me. My core was still aching to be touched.

Masturbation was my hobby and i think i was pretty skilled by now. I've done it so many times that i memorized where, how and how long to touch. I Started on my entrance which was soaking wet. I sticked one finger in it, then adding one more. With slow pace i started pumping my fingers causing my back to arch. Usually i do it slowly, but i had to be quick this time. I took the shower head and put on the highest pressure, placing it on my clit.

I had to bite back a moan. As water pressure massaged my clit, i continued to fuck myself with my fingers, faster and faster. I imagined Billy's fingers sliding in and out of me. Him slapping me. Biting. Choking.

I felt pressure building up in my lower stomach so i started rubbing my clit as fast as i could. Small whimpers left my mouth and i stoped as soon as i became too sensitive. I never understood how could someone get another orgasm so quickly. I never had the courage to try.

After actually taking a shower i put on my still wet white top and jean shorts from earlier. When i looked myself in the mirror i could see my nipples. Yes, the shirt was basically see-through, but it's gonna dry until Billy comes here.

My head was still dizzy from my shower session, but i felt as if i could do it again. On the kitchen counter. Or my bed. Or even—

Ding!

Shit. He's here. And then i remembered. THE PAPERS! Stupid, horny, bitch. I ran upstairs and into my parents' bedroom taking them and practically sprinting to the front door.

When i opened them, I was greeted with sapphire eyes and blond locks. Oh my... What would happen if i pulled him inside and told him to fuck me on the table?

"I would happily agree." Did i just...Did i just say that out loud. Oh no. No no no. Wait.

"You'd agree?" What?!

"You really think i came here just to get those fucking papers?" He raised an eyebrow and stepped inside, shutting the door.

"When i saw how flustered you looked when i approached you today...I was beginning to wonder..." He stepped closer. The fact that he was shirtless didn't help. "Would you complete fall apart if i touched you?" His finger grazed my cheek.

I think i need air. My mouth had gone dry and i could barely breathe. If he touched me? Like i imagined him touching me? I would pass out. I'm barely holding on right now.

"I changed my mind. I don't want table. I want shower." It just slipped. I don't know what has suddenly gotten into me. Need to be fucked, said one part of my brain.

His grin appeared once again, "Full of surprises."

"You still haven't seen anything. Now shut up and come here." I took his arm, feeling hard muscles beneath my palm, and pulled him towards me. Our lips crashed and i opened my mouth immediately to let his tongue in. He licked my bottom lip and then bit it, causing me to groan. I pulled back and kissed down his neck, to his collarbone, sinking my teeth into his skin. He inhaled sharply. Then i pressed my back to his chest and pressed him against the wall. He quietly laughed, but almost immediately stopped because i started grinding my ass on his crotch. He was already hard. God i want to take him right here.

What's stopping me? My parents aren't home, no one else could see us and he looked almost as desperate as me.

So i turned around and got down on my knees in front of him. His lips were gently parted, cheeks flushed, but i wanted to make him unravel. I pulled down his shorts and took his stone hard dick in my hand stroking it, not breaking eye contact. I grazed his tip with my thumb, then licked it. Slowly. He clenched his jaw, refusing to make a sound. I continued to lick him, full length, torturing him by my slow pace, while my panties were soaking wet. I swear i'm going to come again just by watching him like this.

I decided to finally take him in my mouth, but not fully. His jaw finally unclenched and he gripped my hair with his strong hands. Finally.

"If you want me to properly suck you, i'm going to need to hear your pretty voice." I blinked at him with my best impression of doe eyes. It seemed to work cause he threw his head back, swallowing hard.

I finally put his full length in my mouth sucking gently, trying not to bite too hard, while still using my teeth. Then he moaned. Mission successful. And that sound was the hottest thing i heard. I clenched my thighs together, trying to ignore my aching spot. He started breathing faster and i took it as my sign to stop.

He wanted to protest, but i got up. He stepped out of his shorts, so i took his toned arm and pulled him in the bathroom.

"Let's play a game," he suggested. "You," he put his hand over my throat, "Don't get to stop coming, until i let you." Oh God.

"Don't go too far, Hargrove."

"Never. Now sit and spread out for me."

I took off my jean shorts and sat on the edge of the bathtub, only in my panties and see-through shirt. Now he was kneeling, my legs caging him. He looked at me innocently and started touching my clit over my panties. My mouth fell open. I waited too long. Or at least it felt like it. He took my underwear and pulled it up, still massaging me.

"Holy shi—," my eyes went to the back of my skull and i let out embarrassingly loud moan. He then moved my panties to the side and sticked two fingers in me.

"Stand up." He might as well told me to fucking fly. I don't trust that i'm capable of doing that. "I said stand up, or i'm stopping and leaving right now." I do as he says.

With his fingers still in me, his mouth lowers on my stomach and starts placing little kisses all over it. When he reached my most sensitive area i put my hand over my mouth, caging my groans.

He licked from my entrance to my clit, atopping there and applying most pressure with his tongue, while also working me with his fingers. I never came so quickly in my life. But instead to stop, he kept going, only this time rubbing my sensitive clit.

My legs started to give out at this point so he sat me down on the bathtub again and started licking like he's fucking starved.

And another orgasm started building up in my lower stomach. "Bi‐Billy!" I bit down on my hand, stopping myself before i wake up the whole neighborhood.

"Good girl. Let's do one more." Oh no.

"I don't think i can. It's too‐ it's too mu—"

"You'll manage, don't worry. Now turn around."

I turned so my back was to him, legs in the bathtub. He took the showerhead and turned on the water. The pressure i put on while masturbating was still there. He smiled. No, no, no.

Without a warning he placed it on my clit and i screamed. I fucking screamed. It was too much and he knew it. I gripped his arm, digging my nails into it.

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, "Billy, stop, I can't—"

And he stopped. I sighed in relief, but it was too soon. He took me in his arms and led me to the kitchen counter. He bend me over it and gently parted my legs with his knee.

"It'll be over soon. Take a deep breath." And he buried himself into me. I cried out, gripping on the cold stone. His another thrust came even more violently.

"You see? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" He quickened his pace, making my head spin. I swear i'm going to pass out. I felt him everywhere. I felt every inch of his dick in me and it fucking hurt but it also felt so good.

I yelped and he pulled my hair, seizing my throat once again. My vision became blurry as he thrusted once more before pulling out and starting to fuck me with his fingers again. I decided to give him a handjob so he could finish. I was at least capable of doing that.

I came again, thanks to his fingers, and shortly after that he did too. I could barely stand straight.

Gripping the counter i gave him a weak smile, "Get those papers, would you?"

[little-annie]

Licorice Ice Cream | Little_Annie

—--

It was just any other Saturday afternoon in the Forest Hills Trailer Park. Dogs barking, kids screaming, some fat drunk guy laid out on his lawn in nothing but suspiciously stained gitch. It was the furthest thing from nice, but it was familiar.

As was the absolutely sweltering trailer that surrounded Eddie as he laid in a puddle of his own sweat on the kitchen floor. It was the coldest surface he could find, what with the AC dead and any fan in the tin can he called home busted.

Much like the drunk laying on his lawn across the dirt road, Eddie was in his gitch, though, his were perfectly clean, thank you very much. Maybe just a wee bit sweaty is all.

Okay. Ick.

Anyways, gist of the story is: It's summer in Indiana and it's fucking hot.

And Eddie's van is broken down because of course it is, so he can't go anywhere that actually has AC until Wayne gets home and it's not like he's fucking going outside to 'catch a nice breeze' in the meantime. No thank you.

So yeah, Uncle Wayne needs to get home.

Which is in hmmm, t-minus 34 minutes and 26 seconds. You know, according to Eddie's watch, because yes, he's counting down the seconds until he can get out of Satan's literal asshole.

Fuck this Indiana heat, man.

Eddie didn't hate it as much when he was a kid; running through the sprinklers, climbing enormous trees, jumping into the algae ridden quarry, but now?

Now, he despises it. He loathes it.

He'd rather saw off his own dick and throw it to the Owlbear's than suffer another day sweating his nonexistent tits off in this trailer.

But

That's ever so slightly fucked up and really, Eddie loves his dick and could never imagine his life without it. He appreciates it. All however many inches of it. Even though some days it likes to say a 'hello' at some very inopportune times.

Like that time Billy Hargrove grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the lockers.

Or you know literally anytime he actually attended gym class.

Or that one mortifying time he had to get something from Jeff's locker, only to learn Steve Harrington's was directly below it and apparently the man had no concept of personal space. Just said a shy 'scuse me' and dropped to his knees, only to look up at Eddie with pig pretty puppy dog eyes and have the damn audacity to look like that. Fuck. Yeah, Eddie Jr. liked that very much.

Anywho.

He's here, pale, sweaty skin sticking to the lukewarm linoleum and toast crumbs on the kitchen floor, refusing to think about the fact that his Uncle's nasty ass old man feet slap across it every morning when he makes breakfast.

Eddie shudders at the mere thought he was trying to avoid.

Then checks his watch.

32:16 remains

Jesus fuck.

Well, maybe while he's here he can do something productive, like….like count what he can see of his Uncle's coffee mug collection?

Eddie's eyes blur as he wipes sweat from his brow and tries to focus on the ceramics lining the wall across from him.

'CAUTION, be sure BRAIN is engaged before putting MOUTH in gear'

'I'd rather be having a beer!'

'Wyoming. Less people. Less Problems."

'Have a nice poop'

'#1 Dad'

'Life's like a stripper, you can ……

—

Eddie swears he blacked out for a minute because, the next time he opens his eyes, it's to a very amused Uncle Wayne standing above him and a dusty steel toed boot nudging him in the ribs.

Wayne smiles down at him, all sweet with his tobacco stained teeth while he asks, "Wanna go to the mall kid?"

And well, let's just say, if Eddie could move that fast regularly, maybe he wouldn't have had so many 'heart to hearts' with Chief James Hopper over the years about his 'troubled youth' and how it led to his 'drug dealing business.'

Wayne hardly has a chance to suck in a breath after his question before Eddie's barreling down the hall to his room for a change of non-sweaty gitch and clothes.

It's when Eddie's pulling on a pair of black cutoffs that he hears Wayne yell down the hall, "Don't forget pit stick boy! If you've any chance with the men in this town, you least should try not smellin' like Hank's ass!"

Hank being the nearly naked fucker passed out drunk on his lawn across the way.

Eddie can hear Wayne snickering to himself in his old man huff of air way from down the hall as he calls back a laughing, "Fuck you old man!"

Receiving a "Love ya too Ed!" in response.

—

Not twenty minutes later and Eddie finds himself sighing in relief as he enters Starcourt mall. The air's frigid, his skin pricking delightfully into goose flesh with every nonsensical stride he takes.

He has nowhere in mind, purely wandering this cesspool of forced conformity and capitalism for the pure enjoyment of free air conditioning.

Soon enough Wayne finds himself a spot nearest the fountain, a screaming child to his left and a bitchy mother to his right. Though he seems none the wiser as he basks in the delightfulness of cool air around him, tipping his hat low and crossing his hands over his stomach, assuming his position for an apparent public nap.

Crazy old fucker.

Although capitalism is the actual devil and forced conformity is its ugly brother, Eddie can't help but feel the pull in his bones to at least check out the art supply shop.

Sue him. He wants to get more minis to paint for his upcoming campaign.

So that's how Eddie spends his time in the mall. Staring at tiny ceramic figurines, trying to come up with ways he can carve them down or add to them with modelling clay to make them further appear as NPCs from his rapidly building campaign.

Well and if he flirts with the guy behind the counter because he's giving off serious vibes, sue him twice.

It sure didn’t seem like Mr. Blue Eyes With A Pink Hanky in His Left Pocket, minded all that much.

All fluttery lashes and rosie cheeks.

—

The mall's twenty minutes from closing when Eddie goes searching for Wayne.

You'd think it'd be easy to find a 5'11, grumpy looking, old white man wearing blue jeans and a grey t-shirt in an Indiana mall.

Hah.

Yeah only half the population of said mall.

Much to not Eddie's surprise, Wayne had left his original post, probably in search of food, leaving a much rounder middle aged man to take his previous position.

Though they weren't technically father and son, Eddie can see a lot of himself in Wayne. Especially the constantly hungry and always needing to be moving aside from a fifteen minute power nap side of himself.

So, in order to find Wayne, Eddie just thinks of where his 56 year old self would have wandered off to. Food, being the most likely contender.

There's a steak house on the opposite end of the mall where Wayne could have possibly gone for a beer.

A pizza place where Eddie knows they serve Wayne's favourite pie by the slice daily.

A Diner with arguably the second best milkshakes in town, the first being Benny's on highway 6.

And finally, Scoops Ahoy, the most likely of the candidates.

If Eddie were a 56 year old, grumpy fucker, wearing blue jeans and a grey t-shirt, who just got off a 12 hour shift, is sweating his balls off, brought his pain in the ass nephew-son to the mall and just woke up from a fountain-side nap, yeah, he'd probably think about being balls deep in some strawberry ice cream too.

To Scoops Ahoy it is!

Trying not to trip on the ample amount of crotch goblins stomping through the mall, Eddie eventually makes his way to the ice cream shop. Seeing Wayne's salt and pepper hair through the front window amongst many other heads, Eddie opts to grab a seat outside due to the frankly sickening amount of patrons inside.

Not five minutes later does Eddie hear a playful shout of his name come from inside. His head snaps up to see Wayne tapping the glass that'd been facing Eddie's back a second ago. There's a calloused finger waving Eddie in as Wayne continues to speak to him through the glass, "I'm at the till kid, ya want anything?"

Um. Yeah. Does a Wererat shit in subterranean tunnel complexes beneath cities?

(The answer is yes. According to the Dungeons & Dragons 1st Edition Monster Manual.)

When Eddie pops his head into the shop it's not nearly as busy as it was a few minutes ago, most patrons probably grabbing a cone and dipping out before the mall closes.

But, to Eddie's surprise, as he reaches the counter, popping over Wayne's shoulder to take a peek at the menu, he sees the most glorious thing to grace this God forsaken planet.

To say Eddie's heart falls out of his ass in that moment is an understatement.

You see, they haven't been to the mall yet this summer, money's been tight, the weather hasn't been unbearable and they have more important things to spend their cash on.

But today, today is a different story. Eddie's sure he would have died of heat exhaustion had he stayed in that damn trailer any longer and both he and Wayne have been working extra shifts to round up some extra coin.

Coin, that they can spend on ice cream.

Coin, that along with Eddie's heart and jaw hit the floor at the site of Steve fucking Harrington in a sailors costume.

Because you see, if it wasn't for today Eddie would have never had the chance to see this. All five foot, eleven inches of pure American standing like a clip out of Playgirl in probably the sluttiest shorts Eddie has ever seen.

Not to mention the tight ass and chiselled thighs to boot.

Eddie's never believed in God, but after today, you might just find him worshipping at the altar or more likely confessing to father about the things Steve Harrington's bare legs are making him feel.

He's gobsmacked. Absolutely flabbergasted. Downright thunderstruck.

And he's definitely not going to go into detail about where his mind has wandered to in the moments he's begun to drool down his chin and hear "I Want to Know What Love Is" by Foreigner play in the background of his preoccupied pea brain.

"Ed."

"Son"

Oh shit.

"Huh?" He gulps, wiping his chin with the bottom half of his copped tank, eyes trying to refocus on the menu and not the Adonis standing with his gams out mere feet away.

"Steve here was asking if you wanted anything."

Eddie grits his teeth and blurts the first thing his eyes land on, "Licorice."

"Cup or cone?" Steve asks sweetly like Eddie's not having to fight off a stiffy by repeating 'dead puppies, Vietnam War, Wayne's had sex before,' like an anti public boner mantra.

"He'll have a cone." Wayne answers for him while crouching to pick up the change Eddie had dropped earlier, pinching his nephew's pale ankle in the process in hopes of bringing him back to life.

"Yep." Eddie agrees dumbly, voice nearly cracking with nerves.

And then for a moment it's definitely worse because fucking Steve 'Ass Sculpted by Michelangelo' Harrington turns around and bends over. Eddie's surprised he doesn't have a coronary. Or his eyes bulge out of his skull. Or he just like, fucking, fuck, he doesn't know, spontaneously combusts or some shit.

What the fuck is life right now?

Then he hears that old man huff of a laugh off to his left. Uncle Wayne.

Eddie's neck nearly breaks at the speed he turns his head to meet the sly smirk of his old man. He's never stared daggers so intensely into Wayne's soul as he is now.

All fire and brimstone and death and 'Jesus christ shut up old man.'

But Wayne continues to huff like the bastard he is.

Fucker.

But like, Eddie still loves him and is eternally grateful for everything the man has done and sacrificed for him over the years, even as he flips him off while the man continues to laugh.

Then there's Steve's buttery smooth voice that breaks him out of his death stare, "Will that be everything?"

Eddie just stares as his eyes finally meet Steve's, or well, actually his lips, but close enough.

God they look good, pink and plush, kissable, fuckable, come-on-able. Oof, Jesus he needs to get out of here.

Eddie's dick twitches behind his denim at the thought and before he can even grab his ice cream, he's fucking hightailing it out of there like a weirdo and squeaking out a pathetic excuse of a "thanks."

A whole minute later Wayne finds Eddie sitting on a bench out of view from the ice cream shop windows, pouting, lip out, brows furrowed and arms crossed. He joins him with a shit eating grin as he chuckles, "The Harrington boy huh?"

"No." Eddie answers defensively and rather quickly, not bothering to spare Wayne a glace.

It's quiet for a moment, then Eddie hears Wayne from beside him, "Didn't know you liked Licorice."

Eddie huffs, taking the cone from Wayne's grasp with a grumbled, "I don't."

[taatianaad]

The Summer Lesson

The sun blazed intensely over the sprawling gardens of the Kiramman estate, where Caitlyn and Vi had decided to spend the afternoon training. The summer heat was suffocating, but neither seemed to notice. They were too focused on their hand-to-hand combat routine—a mix of disciplined technique and raw adrenaline.

"Ready to give up?" Vi asked with a teasing grin, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her forearm.

Caitlyn arched an eyebrow, her expression as elegant as ever. Her dark hair was tied in a high ponytail, leaving her neck exposed, glistening with sweat.

"In your dreams, Vi."

Both were barefoot on the grass, bodies tense and ready to strike. They had been practicing for over an hour, alternating between attack and defense moves. Caitlyn had grown much stronger since they started training together, but Vi still held the upper hand in street fighting experience.

In a swift motion, Caitlyn tried to trap Vi in a hold, but Vi was too quick. She slipped out like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, Caitlyn found herself flat on her back with Vi on top.

"Almost got me that time, cupcake," Vi teased, her smile lighting up her blue eyes.

"Almost, but not quite," Caitlyn admitted with a defiant smile, still pinned under Vi's weight.

Vi leaned in to kiss her, but Caitlyn took advantage of the moment to push her off and flip them. Now Caitlyn was on top.

"Never let your guard down, Vi."

"Noted."

Vi tried to get up, but Caitlyn had her firmly pinned. They laughed together, their connection clear in every glance and movement. However, when Vi made a sudden move to free herself, something went wrong.

A dull pop echoed through the air, followed by a stifled cry. Vi collapsed to the ground, clutching her shoulder with a pained expression.

"Vi!" Caitlyn leaned over her, alarmed. "What’s wrong?"

"My… my shoulder," Vi gasped, gritting her teeth. "It’s dislocated."

Caitlyn felt her heart stop. Her eyes scanned Vi’s arm and confirmed her fear: the shoulder was out of place, misaligned in an unnatural way.

"We need to fix this, fast," Caitlyn said, trying to stay calm despite the worry bubbling inside her.

"I… I can do it myself," Vi muttered, attempting a smile that quickly faded in the face of pain.

"Not a chance," Caitlyn replied in a tone that brooked no argument. "Stay still."

Vi nodded, biting her lip to stifle another cry. Caitlyn gently ran her hands over Vi’s arm, searching for the best angle to reset the shoulder. She knew she had to be quick and precise, or the pain would be unbearable.

"I’m going to count to three, okay?" Caitlyn said, locking eyes with Vi.

Vi nodded again.

"One…"

Before she reached "three," Caitlyn had already yanked hard, snapping the shoulder back into place. Vi let out a scream that echoed through the garden, but the relief was immediate.

"Damn it, Cait!" Vi gasped, catching her breath. "I thought you were going to count to three!"

"I know," Caitlyn said, brushing her fingers through Vi’s hair. "But if I had, you would’ve tensed up too much."

Vi lay back on the grass, breathing deeply, a tired smile forming on her face.

"You're a cheater."

"I’m efficient," Caitlyn corrected, sitting beside her. "And I just saved you from more pain. So, you owe me."

Vi glanced at her sideways, a softer smile curling her lips.

"Thanks, really."

Caitlyn smiled, running her hand through Vi’s damp hair. Vi took her hand and intertwined their fingers, savoring the calm after the pain.

"We shouldn’t do this without warming up properly," Caitlyn said, half amused, half concerned.

"I didn’t know you were so good at first aid," Vi remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"I had a good teacher," Caitlyn replied, winking at her.

The sun still shone brightly overhead, but they no longer cared about the heat. They stayed there, lying on the grass, enjoying the tranquility that only summer could bring. The scars, both physical and emotional, were part of their lives, but they always faced them together.

"Does it hurt much?" Caitlyn asked after a while.

Vi shook her head.

"I’m fine. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last."

Caitlyn gently squeezed her hand.

"You don’t have to face it alone, Vi."

Vi looked at her seriously for a moment, then smiled.

"I know. And that makes all the difference."

They remained there, under the summer sun, knowing that no matter what happened, they would always have each other’s strength. And that was all that mattered.

[dovesnowo]

This Flower Made Me Think Of You

Pairings: Eren x Historia one-shot

Summary: Eren gives Historia flower from Marley. What they don’t know is that the pollen increases one’s sexual desire.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warning: Sexual Themes

My story can be found at ao3 and wattpad under the same pseudo. :)    

Historia was in heat, and it wasn’t because of the weather. Yes, it’s the summer, and it’s hot, but after a while, she got used to it. However, Historia has developed a burning sensation ever since last week. Now that she thinks about it, it didn’t start until Eren came. Last week, Eren came to the farm and brought a peculiar-looking bunch of flowers in a jar.

Historia looks at the blue flower with a yellow-pinkish center in wonder. "You said this is from Marley? What is it?"

Eren scratches the back of his neck. "Well, I don’t know exactly what. It was a ship we took in, and it looked like it had all sorts of flowers. "When I saw those, I thought of you."

She looks up to Eren, and they briefly hold eye contact before she looks down, to hide her blush. "Thank you, Eren. These are lovely."

Eren: "One of the Marleyeans was telling me that it helps one’s vitality, but you can’t consume it."

Historia: "Oh? I wouldn’t want flower soup. I’ll put them in a vase."

He smiles. "Good. I’ll be back next week to make sure you haven’t killed them off."

Once Eren left, Historia put the flowers in a vase in her room. They had an enticing aroma. When she wasn’t smelling the flowers, a burning sensation slowly took root in the pit of her stomach. The more days passed, the more she sniffed them, and now, after a week, she’s lying flat on her back on her bed.

Historia closed her eyes for a few minutes to try and will the burning sensation she was feeling away, but to no avail. 

Historia huffs discontentedly and places her hand on her stomach. Something compelled her to slowly move her hands down to her waistline, under her skirt, and dip her fingers in her underwear. Once her fingers touched her cilt, she breathed deeply. That was it. She felt her burning sensation dissipate as she rubbed her cilt and a moan slipped from her when she inserted a finger inside herself. It was too good, and she inserted two more fingers. She quietly moaned again, but this time for Eren. Eren? Historia closed her eyes and began to imagine him in her room, but her eyes snapped open when she heard loud knocks coming from downstairs. She paused her movements.

She could hear the door being opened and her maid talking with a deep voice in response to it. Historia withdraws her fingers and sits up in time to hear a knock at her door.

Maid: "Your Majesty, Mr. Eren Yeager wishes to see you."

Panic quickly fills the queen’s mind. "Yes, um, give me a moment, and I shall go down."

Maid: "Are you okay, my lady?"

Historia: "Yes, thank you, Cecelia." She rushes to her bathroom, which is connected to her bedroom, and washes her hands. She was about to wipe the fluids that had accumulated in her lower regions when she heard another knock at her door."Yes, Cecelia?"

"It’s me."

Historia’s heartbeat quickened from hearing the familiar sound belonging to her old cadet buddy and the man she was just envisioning as she was masturbating. "I’ll be out in a moment!" She quickly wipes her bottom and straightens her clothes out. She rushes and opens the door. "Eren! Fancy seeing you here!"

Eren looked silently at Historia for a moment until he spoke. "I told you I'd be back in a week."

Historia: "Silly me! The time just flew by so fast!"

Eren chose to ignore Historia’s strange demeanor. "Could I come in? Your maid told me that you have the flowers in here."

Historia opens the door wider. "Yes, of course!" She closes the door after Eren and ushers him to the flowers. 

The flower vase sat on a small table with two chairs. The two sat in the chairs that were facing each other.

Eren lightly touches a flower petal. "Looks like you’ve been taking care of it well."

Historia: "It’s actually easy to manage!"

Eren leans in and deeply inhales the scent. Historia couldn’t help but stare at him as he closed his eyes to inhale. Before she knew it, her body subconsciously moved to the flower to smell it as well. She closed her eyes and inhaled. The blonde slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see the dark haired man already staring at her. 

Historia: "How does it smell?"

Eren: "It smells really good."

Historia notices Eren didn’t pull back, and neither did she. They were so close to each other, and the only thing separating them were the flowers. There was a look in Eren’s eyes that reignited the flames in her belly. She quickly pulls back, and he does the same.

Historia straightens her posture. "How’s the Titan training?"

Eren: "I can transform into my Titan form about three times in a row now."

Historia: "Wow, that’s amazing. The training is paying off."

Eren nods his head. "How are you? Is the royalty life getting boring yet?"

Historia: "Yet? I think it’s always been bo-UGH!" She falls out of her chair and doubles over in pain.

Eren gets up and rushes to Historia. "Are you alright, Historia?" He grabs her shoulder; which Historia made her feel sensitive?

Historia swats him away and clears her throat. "I'm sorry, Eren; uh, well, I have been feeling ill for quite awhile."

Eren touches her forehead. "Historia, you’re burning up!"

She slaps his hand away. "Eren, please don’t touch me."

Eren’s confusion only grew. "You’re sick, Historia. How long have you been sick?”

Historia: "I-I don’t know." She subconsciously starts rubbing her legs together. "I think something is going on, I-I feel so hot."

Eren gets up. "I’ll get a doctor."

Historia grabs his arm. "No, wait!" She pulls back her hand quickly. "I…" The pain within Historia was starting to become unbearable. No words came out of her mouth as she felt her lungs get tighter and tighter. Out of an instinctive impulse, she opens her legs. She places her hand on her cilt and begins rubbing it.The pain immediately dissipates. She closes her eyes and moans, forgetting that Eren is kneeling by her side.

Eren quietly watches in surprise as Historia masturbates in front of him. ‘Why is she doing this?’ ‘Is this a seduction tactic?’ ‘Why would she randomly act this way?’ ‘Is it the flower?’ He looks over at the flower.

Ever since Eren came into Historia’s room, he has been smacked with a wave of a strange aura. When he sniffed the flowers, the peculiar feeling increased, as did the length in his groin. He could feel himself getting hard watching Historia. He wanted her to stop but couldn’t bring himself to tell her. Instead, he puts his hands in his pants and encloses them around his cock.

Historia opens her eyes when she hears a groan coming from her side. A pang of guilt and shame immediately hits her when she realizes Eren is still in the room. ‘Maybe I imagined him showing up here.’ She stops and glances at him. He was stroking himself and staring at her.

Eren breathes out. "Don’t stop, keep going." 

Historia maintained their eye contact as she inserted a finger in her vagina. They silently jerked themselves off in front of each other, but it wasn’t enough. Historia’s eyes traveled to Eren’s cock and slowly back to his eyes.

Eren blurts out. "The flowers. This is because-"

Historia: "I don’t care." As much as she didn’t want to, she withdrew her fingers and crawled to Eren. She grabs his dick and starts tugging on it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Historia removes her hands and moves atop Eren’s legs, leaning in. They breathe deeply in each other’s proximity, nuzzling each other’s noses until Eren captures her lips. She opens her mouth to taste the velvety nature of Eren’s tongue. Historia reaches her hand back down, but Eren stops her. She breaks the kiss and gasps for air. She goes back in, but he stops her.

Eren: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to..."

Rather than responding, Historia looks Eren right in the eyes and slowly rolls her hips down onto his cock. He curses under his breath, and he latches on to her neck to suckle on it.

"Eren, you can’t kiss me there or someone will know."

"Let them know." He licks and bites at her pulse.

She rolls her eyes at his impulsive words. To solve this little conundrum, she quickly unbuttons her shirt and pulls Eren to her chest. "Do it here instead." He silently complies and massages her clothed breasts. He moves his hands to her bra clasp, but Historia unhooks it before he could try. He then moves his onslaught to her nipples, making her cry out loud. 

"You’re so loud." He said it between kisses.

Historia rolls her hips so she can feel his member. He groans in response. "Shut up and take your clothes off." 

Eren begins unbuttoning his shirt while Historia works on his pants. He gets stripped down to his underwear, and he works on taking off her skirt but can’t since Historia kept lifting his head up to kiss her despite the bumping of their noses and clashing against each other’s teeth.

Eventually Eren was naked and Historia was down to her panties. As they grinded against each other, Eren could feel Historia’s wetness seep through her underwear onto his cock. He moves his hands to her waistband, and before he could pull it down, her hand catches his.

Historia: "Are you sure?"

Eren asks. "Do you want to stop?"

Historia: "I feel like if we stop now, it'll drive me crazy, but we have to."

Eren picks Historia up from the floor and places her on her bed. He kisses her from her shoulders to her breasts. "You’re already driving me crazy; I don’t think I could stop right now if I wanted to."

Historia pants. "I’m the queen. I’m supposed to save myself for the man who will be my husband and the father of my future children."

Eren snorts. "I wouldn’t take you for someone who cares about saving their virginity."

Historia: "Yes, bu-"

He grinds his hips into her. "The guy won’t care whether it’s your first, second, or forty-first time. He’s fucking the queen. Why should you worry?"

She looks into his eyes. They were mostly filled with lust and a hint of jealousy. Knowing this gave her some comfort.

He slowly removes her panties. "What if I got you pregnant?"

Historia tries to think in her haze of lust. "You can't because I'm supposed to."

Eren inserted the tip of his dick inside Historia, enlisting a moan from Historia.

"No one will know."

"Wh-why would you want to get me pregnant?"

Rather than answering, Eren inserts himself deeper but pulls out midway. He continues this slow-breaking process as Historia takes her nails from his chest to the base of his neck.

She attacks his lips and whines.

Eren groans and inserts his entire cocks into the confines of Historia. He examines the space between their hips and her expression, which is contorted with discomfort. He breathes deeply at this new, foreign feeling.

Historia still felt the discomfort, but her lust was too overwhelming for her to care. 

He leans down to her ear to whisper. "You feel so good, fuck."

Historia: "I’m the queen."

Eren: "Yeah?"

Historia: "Yeah, that means don’t hold back."

Eren slowly pulls out halfway once more."Since you don’t want me to hold back, aren’t you worried a lowly soldier like me could get you pregnant?" He rubbed her cilt before harshly snapping his hips back in Historia, and she suppressed a moan.

"Stop talking about getting me pregnant. We’re only doing this once. That’s it."

"Only once?" He nibbles on her ear and growls. "Don’t you know I can’t be satisfied with doing it one time?" He starts thrusting at a faster pace. 

Historia: "That’s not my problem, Mr. Eren Yeager."

"It is when I fuck you so silly. You’re gonna beg me to do it again. After tonight, no one else will be enough. He licks her neck. "No one will be enough to please you." He props her up against her pillows to hit from another angle.

Historia arches her back and hooks a leg around his waist. The feeling of electricity between them was increasing the feeling of Eren inside her. She moans his name and curses the effects he has on her.

Eren leans down and hungrily captures Historia’s lips to suppress his groans. He never expected how good sex could be, and of all people, he had the chance to do it with Historia. It was something he secretly wanted yet never thought he would have.

Historia pushed herself up against the bed frame, unconcerned about how loud their sounds of pleasure would make the bed. She frowned when she noticed Eren was slowing his movements down until they were at a complete stop. Then he withdrew his cock and stared at her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he beat her to it.

Eren: "Tell me what you want?"

Historia: "Eren! Just fuck me!"

Eren: "Is that it?"

The pain in Historia’s abdomen was quickly coming back. "This is not the time to fool around, Ere--"

Eren leaned down so that they were face-to-face. "What do you truly want, Historia?"

"Eren!"

Eren wouldn't budge from his resolve. 

Historia closed her eyes in contemplation and opened them with a definite answer. "I want you cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me so many times tonight that I think I might get pregnant, daddy."

Eren freezes at Historia’s new pet name that she just gave him. She thinks about apologizing to him until he leans down and whispers in her ear. "You want a daddy so bad? I’ll give it to you all night." He groans as she tugs on his cock.

She pumps him steadily. "I do want it all night."

He chuckles. "Look at you, so wet for my cock, aren’t you?"

"Yes." She guides him to her entrance, but he grabs her wrist, restricting her from moving.

"Want it?"

"Yes."

"Beg for it."

She gives him puppy-dog eyes, but he shakes his head. "Tell me."

"Daddy, please, I want your cock so bad! Please fill me up."

He quickly sinks all the way down into her, and she chokes up a surprised gasp. He groans. "I’m gonna fill you up so bad, you’re gonna get pregnant."

She moans. "We shouldn’t."

He thrusts roughly. "I don’t care. Don’t act like you do either. I bet you want me to do that. Huh? You want little Yeagers?"

She smiles. "They’ll be little Reiss babies too."

He snaps his hips into hers. "The way I’m coming inside you, you won’t even know. Eren attaches his mouth to her nipple to bite and then darts his tongue out to lap around and on her nipple. Historia wraps her arms around his head to keep his mouth near her chest. He moves to the other breast to repeat the same action.

She moans lightly. "Eren."

He stops.

Historia opens her eyes and notices he’s glaring at her. "Wh-why did you stop?"

"If you want me so badly, be a good girl and call me daddy accordingly."

She bites her lips and blushes at his dirty talk. When did he become so vulgar? Well, she initiated the dirty talk first, but still. His dirty talking rubbed off on her, and now he seems to have taken a liking to the term ‘daddy’. She clears her throat. "Sorry, daddy."

"Good girl. You wanna know how I reward good girls?"

She nods her head. "Yes, I do."

He smirks and leans down to capture her lips. He bites at her lower lips and starts moving his hips. Once she whimpered in his mouth, he darted out his tongue to meet hers. His thrusts began to pick up tempo, and she arched her back in response. 

She meets his thrusts. "Harder, go harder, daddy."

Eren growls out. "Okay baby." He spreads her legs wider and goes in and out of her swiftly. Historia grips the sheets and cries out. "Oh god, keep going!"

He continues at his pace, and she starts gripping his hair. Then she rubs her hands up and down his chest. 

"Historia, bite me." She looks at him to make sure he’s sure. When she knows he is, she pushes herself up to grab at his neck. She kissed it sweetly and then sunk her teeth softly into him. His hips jerk. "Fu-fuck." Eren begins jackhammering into Historia at an erratic rate. She cried into his neck while she was still bruising it.

They both moan uncontrollably. Historia pants: "Daddy, oh my god, I’m coming!" She arches her back as her walls clench around his cock. Historia disintegrates into pleasures, causing Eren to groan her name until his knees buckled and he threw in one final thrust to empty himself inside of her.He remains inside her as they lie panting heavily. Once his hips stop moving from the aftershocks, he withdraws from her and crashes at her side.

She pants out. "You’re quite skilled at this, Mr. Yeager."

Eren laughs. "You’re not too bad yourself."

Historia giggles.

Eren: "I think the flower has something to do with this."

Historia turns onto her side to face Eren. "Oh?"

Eren: "Yeah, Hange’s research team found one of the flowers from Marley causes an immeasurable amount of anger. Another one causes severe depression. We were foolish to trust their words so easily. I was worried about whether the flowers I gave you were normal or harmful.

Historia: "And what do you think now?"

Eren: "I think it causes already established feelings to intensify. When I came into the room, it felt... off. I was even more drawn to you after smelling the flowers. I could tell in your eyes that you felt the same.

Historia: "Maybe it’s because I think I love you." Her eyes widened and her mouth shut immediately once those words slipped out. There is a brief moment of silence between the two until she hears him say.

"Do you mean it?"

If Historia hadn’t seen his lips move, she would’ve sworn that he didn’t say anything at all. She nods her head earnestly in response to his question. "If what you said is true about the flowers, it only amplified my love for you more."

Eren stayed silent for a moment until he breathed out. "I love you too."

Historia felt her thoughts go haywire when Eren turned to look at her, and she saw a look that she could only describe as one of great affection. She kisses his lips and smiles.

They lie staring into each other's eyes. Historia softly caresses his face while he does the same for her hip.

Eren pauses his movements and whispers. "I haven't done this before, and after this, I don’t think I will again." A look of somberness filled his expression.

Historia is quickly reminded of Eren’s impending fatal destiny. She suddenly gets up and puts on a robe. She rushes out of her bedroom for what seemed like an hour to Eren.

"Historia?" He is met with silence. He sits up in concern until the door opens to reveal Historia with two glasses of water. She gave him one while she drank hers.

"His-"

"I sent everyone home for the night. We’re going to need to stay hydrated."

"Stay hydrated?"

"Did you just think that I'd be satisfied with just one round? Drink."

Eren silently follows her command. When he stops and puts it on the table, Historia crawls back onto the bed. Eren flips her until she is on all fours. From there, he inserts his cock to easily stuff her. She breathed deeply. "This is a new position."

He moved his hips steadily. "First time for everything, right?"

"Do you need any more rest?"

"I recover quickly. You’re going to be so well fucked by the morning."

Historia shudders at Eren’s word and doesn’t hold back her screams for the rest of the night. By morning, Eren was kissing Historia awake. She has bruises all over and a dull pain between her thighs from last night.

With a raspy voice, she pushes Eren away. "I’m tired. No more."

Eren chuckles. "I'm beat myself. Can’t I just kiss you?"

"You said that the last time we did it."

"Point taken." He pulls back and caresses her cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"I lost my voice."

"You were being loud."

She playfully hits his chest. "You were too."

"You love it when I am."

She pecked his cheek.

"Do you want some breakfast?"

She plants her face in the pillow. "I need more rest. God, I’m never doing that many rounds in a night again." She laughs as much as Eren does.

"I’ll cook, and I’ll serve you breakfast in bed."

She turns her head toward him. "Really? You’re so sweet, Eren. I should probably head down there and tell you where things are, but since you'll be here more often, you should learn by yourself."

Eren's eyes widen, and he quickly turns around to cover them up.You're right, I’ll learn." He rubs her back and gets up to leave for the kitchen. 

Historia felt the sense of euphoria that came with being with Eren as one. She touched her stomach, and a ping of pain hit her. Maybe she should throw out the flowers because, despite being tired, she wanted more of him.

[shaunsummers]

Tek's Birthday!

"We can do breakfast and a show." Not having any sort of plans, other than simply adjusting to the now, it was nice to be invited to what was apparently a big event for their household; even if Siren had no clue what she was getting into. Though, in the comfort of an old friendship, she'd take just about any excuse to hangout with Quinn. However, it did seem as though a certain someone could use their help. "God bless." Releasing a sound of humor, Siren motions over to the content blob of intoxication. At least Robin was a happy drunk. "One of us might have to hold her up."

"Well, I hope so. I put down my chicken nugget money for this match." Sure, Robin may have known Sierra for much longer but there had never been a day were she put down someone the way Beatrix did to Devin. At least, that Robin knew about. She beams, feeling confidence boosted from a solid chance at double fast food and the amount of shots sloshing through her insides.

Not that she would have let on but under normal circumstances, Shaun's arm around her would have been a welcomed notion. Unfortunately, tonight it came with a cheap imitation and weird, unflinching eye contact. Oh yeah, Shaun was fucked up. "And I wish you could do a better accent." Titling her head as a hand plucks away her grasp, Lilith perks a mock smile before making her way to reclaim her seat and toss the chip bags on the table.

Jade had simply assumed that Sam was only humored by her girlfriend's transition of softie to controlled rage. So, the reaction mostly goes unnoticed. She does, however, notice Shaun in her drunken state put her arm around Lilith. Even clearly dicking around, it was so obvious. Christ, were they going to pull a Rebel and Tek and take two years to get on with it? Because it sure as fuck seemed so. Being reunited with the summer heat and parted from the nosiest of the bunch, Jade shuffles the pack of cigarettes out of her pocket before breaking from Sierra to join the table. "Use that anger. It'll help."

"Oh, I plan on it." Feeling boosted by the power of her boo and the pop hits of the early 2000's playing from the speakers inside, Sierra begins her journey down the steps to start the show. It was normal for her to be a little nervous about these types of things. Beatrix was no push over. Clearly. But, also, she was super pumped to have a challenge.

"It's okay. It's just one more round." Hell, Rebel felt the same. All she wanted to do was squeeze her and kiss her and gross out Devin. But she had to be strong! "They're going to tear each other to shreds. It's gonna be amazing!" She giggles with excitement, pulling Tek into her arms. Of course, she wasn't going to leave her lady out in the cold. A cuddle drop off was in order. Though, the candidates....Who was worthy? She was still mad at Siren for delaying their Attack on Titan marathon. So, that was out. Robin was fucking wasted. She couldn't be trusted to hold herself up. Lilith and Shaun were too busy flirting. Quinn, while a great friend, might teach her karate that would later cause consequences. To Tek herself. Sam was also great but they barely knew each other. And Devin was just a butt! That left the drama queen himself. "Aiden, take your husband!"

He had already snagged a seat in-between Robin and Devin, ready to see the brawl unfold. His bet was Sierra, naturally, knowing how frightening she was when angry. Flipping his hair back, Aiden grins wide as his eyes meet the newlyweds and he leans his head back to let out a long, high pitched moan. "Come here and give me that sugar, daddy!" He wasn't getting up. They should've known this.

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"Really? That bad, is it? I watched it so many times—for practice." Shaun laughs lightly, her arm falling limply to her side. She had done it unthinkingly, but a small prickle of insecurity surfaced at the rebuff, though was quickly masked with the light response. Perhaps Lilith didn't want her touching her. Shit, whoops. Shaun sets her drink on the table and digs for her cigarettes before taking her seat, folding her idle hand in her lap. "Keep your arms and legs close to your body, she likes going for submissions." She remarks idly to Sierra before she leaves. Of course she had bet on Beatrix, as planned, but she didn't want what happened to Devin to repeat. "I don't think she'll go in quite as hard, but she might if she's worried you'll win."

"Sounds like a plan." Quinn smiles, giving her a small nudge with her arm. "You'll dig it, trust me." And speaking of new roommates that were a little messy, she follows Siren's gesturing to their future one sitting on the chair like a liquid. Lordy.

"Chicken nugget money? Well, now I have to win." Beatrix chuckles, though was thankful for Siren and Quinn coming in behind them. "You might." She remarks to Siren's comment. "She's absolutely plastered."

"Well, I still got an open lap, if you need some strong shoulders to rest on." Quinn teases, tilting her head with a pursed smile. Oh yeah, Robin was hammered. "Two guns just for you, girl."

"Pfft. Well, make sure she's okay, prince charming." Beatrix shakes her head with a sound of humor. "Mama's got lives to ruin." Giving a small salute and smile, she turns to head back out to the grass.

"Okay, one more round. For battle!" Tek relents with a warm smile, delighted to get a little lovin' before they had to separate. And even with her wife making eager and tantalizing mating calls, she still leans up to plant a soft peck against Rebel's cheek before releasing her. "The beauty of polygamy, I can have plenty of sloppy cuddles until you return!" She grins before turning to plop heavily in Aiden's lap, knowing full well he wasn't about to come get her. "No tears, my delicate flower. Papa's here! To take that delicate flower." She grins, running a finger down his chest.

[eastcoastzilla]

34!!

I'm almost positive no one gets on tumblr anymore so I'm gonna use it like a livejournal from 2005

Crazy to think that person above in the photo is me + I am now 34. Wasn't I just 19 yesterday? How does time do that? Move so fast and not at all, all at the same time..

So much changes, yet also stays the same. Year 5 this Nov at Cowan - I would say I am content there. It works, it is steady, + that's all I can really ask for at this point. Everything in life is super unstable and as I get older I find myself craving that stability more and more. That feeling of peace; that feeling of everything being okay and knowing that whatever comes our way we will be okay. The old saying "we want for nothing" becomes more relatable in my 30's. Don't get me wrong though - I do NOT feel 34. Heck, I don't even feel 30. I still feel like I'm in my 20's. I think my a lot of my generation feels that way until they are in their 40s/50s and I'm okay with it. From working at a retirement home for 10 years, I've come to highly believe that age is just a number. (Check back in with me in five years to see if I have a new opinion. I bet I do.)

Material things don't matter. I don't need things to feel like I've lived a good life. I just want to be happy and find enjoyment with the person I love to share life with :). Things are scary and life can be fucking hard but I'm proud of how far we've come. Never asking for too much but it can feel like the odds are stacked against us/me. I try to remind myself that there are peaks and valleys. Writing shit out helps me get it out and move on - that's how I've always been able to process things.

Rinzler got sick right when we were going away to NY for my birthday. We spent 3 days thinking we were losing our best buddy of 12 years. He ended up pulling through and Perry hall animal hospital saved the day but it was super scary + eye opening. He's getting older and we are trying to appreciate the time we have with him here. It's why I wish I had a pet growing up so I would be more prepared to lose one since it's inevitable. At least we have him for now and he's a great light in our lives.

It's September and very soon it's the first day of fall. I'm super bummed summer is over - I'm always cold so I'm down with the heat! However I can't wait to camp soon.

Friends are grown up, moved away, married + doing the fam/kids thing. I love to see them happy and enjoy meeting their babies. Kae's boys are amazing - I'm always blown that she is a mom just because it will always feel like we are still 16 burning CDs for the first time.

Idk why but there's a weird stigma about people who don't want to have kids. Plus I wish people would stop saying "want". Of course I WANT to have kids. I believe I SHOULDNT have kids for my own personal reason that's no one's business but my own. So even though I have chosen not to at this time, it's not okay to assume that I don't get sad about not having kids or that I hate kids. Neither are true. Sometimes I have to not look too deeply at photos online because I will get into my own head and it will take off from there. I don't think that will ever go away. Maybe it's a natural thing - like a natural "maturnal" thing something within me that can't help it cos it screams HEY YOU SHOULD PROCREATE AND BE A PARENT. Whatever it is, it's le pits. There is an eternal, internal voice war going on in my head - should I feel guilty knowing that sometimes I can't spend too much time online or I get really sad about seeing all the mom photos, knowing I'll never be a mom.. I'll never get those firsts.. It's my choice to not have kids so is it even fair for me to get sad? Uh yes thats how you feel let yourself feel it - then I disconnect and stop looking or thinking about it until the next time I do it all over again. Idk, maybe it's something I'm supposed to work through? It's weird. Logically I know it's a smart decision for where I'm at, where we are at, and things directly relating to the happiness and fullness of the child in question. It's a decision I am content with but at the same time have so many thoughts on. Hopefully it'll get easier. Another part of me hopes that I will finally befriend a human being in my later years and we can chat about it like rory and lane. But clearly I just watch too much TV/movies. At least those are good right now. Except for the internet - XFINITY sucks ass.

That is all. Goodnight :)

[maciedeclines]

My Personal Chart Review (26/4/23)

this is biased but still anyways

So, this week was a bit of a mess. We had the Beyoncé album bomb fall off slightly, with Tiësto replacing it. The top 5 remains mostly unchanged, with TRUSTFALL down 1 to #5, Can’t Tame Her down 1 to #4, but then we have Flip A Switch. up 15 places to #3 due to the Coi Leray remix, with 10:35 up 21 at #2 thanks to album boost and finally, of course, I Go Dancing at #1 for a 10th week.

Our losers this week were all over the place. Kill Bill slipped 16 down to #18 due to the remix boost falling off, while Before The Night hit #20, Commander slips to #22, AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM dropping to #25, plus Body Better just can’t keep up as it falls 15 to #31. Also, updown hits #34 but will likely rise next week due to the fumble release boost. Meanwhile, Crazy What Love Can Do continues to slide off the 52 week boost to #35, and CUFF IT completely falls off the album boost to #36. If We Ever Broke Up & Whistle both slip 13 places respectively to #42 & #43, Sing It Back & Oh Baby drop 12 to #45 & #46, with Bad Vibe continuing its radio falloff to #47. We then have a few consecutive drops, those being Boy’s a liar Pt. 2 at #51, Dancing In The Dark at #52, All By Myself at #53 and B.O.T.A. (Baddest of Them All) at #54. Then, Red Ruby Da Sleeze slips 11 off the big rise last week to #60, Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) hits #65 and Stay The Night hits #67. Finally, Lost The Breakup & Calm Down take heavy drops to #74 and #75 respectively.

As for our songs exiting the top 75, CHURCH GIRL slips hard off the album boost from #32, Do U Want Me Baby? completely tanks out from #36, Like A River drops out the top 100 altogether from #42 (however it’ll most likely re-enter soon), SUMMER RENAISSANCE is out from #54, Home For My Heart slips to #76 from #57, with The Ocean & Don’t Come Back To Me out from #60 and #61 respectively. Continuing on, About Damn Time is gone from #65, Never Gonna Not Dance again also has continues its radio falloff from #66, with 16 Again underperforms as it exits from #69 and Beyoncé loses PURE/HONEY (#58), ENERGY (#59), THIQUE (#67) and HEATED (#72).

As for our returns, Options continues its radio run at #72, Karma surging in virality to #62, Easy Lover is back in at #50 and the rest are all from Tiësto, those being All Nighter at #23, The Business at #19, Don’t Be Shy at #16, The Motto at #9 and Hot In It at #7. As for the gains, Mary Jane. surges up to #58, AM:PM jumps off the debut to #15 and Lay Low surges 35 places to #10 due to the album boost.

Now, debut time..

#61 Jimin - Like Crazy

So, it’s not often that K-pop has any success on my chart.. let alone from a BTS member. Set Me Free Pt. 2 is absolutely godawful, but this really surprised me. I really really dig this. There’s something about it that I just really like and can’t figure it out, but this has been just under the top 75 for a few weeks now, and it’s gaining fast.

#56 Tiësto ft A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Chills (LA Hills)

I don’t know what I was expecting with this tbh, but yeah it’s good enough. Not my favourite from Tiësto but it’s solid, however I doubt it’ll stick around.

#44 Tiësto ft AR/CO - Back Around

I liked this one more than I thought I would. Again it’s a solid track but I don’t see it lasting more than 1 week due to a low replay factor.

#38 Tiësto ft Freya Ridings - Bet My Dollar

3 Tiësto debuts in a row, huh? So, upon original release I thought this was okay. Nothing special, but not awful either, however it’s grown on me a bit since the tracking week begun, hence the higher debut. I like Weekends more than most people, and tbf the whole vibe of this song seems Weekends-like, so that’s probably why. Overall the best new Tiësto track.

#37 Ice Spice ft Nicki Minaj - Princess Diana

This really is Ice Spice’s year it seems. I liked this when it was released, however it didn’t get a high enough replay factor and only made it to #96, however it also grew on me this week and therefore made its way here. Both rappers’ flows compliment the beat extremely well and it’s a song that’ll easily get stuck in your head. Pretty damn good.

#30 FIFTY FIFTY - Cupid (Twin Version)

So, we’ve got two K-Pop debuts this week, with this becoming the highest charting once since Pink Venom. Upon first listen, I just found this average. However, due to one of my friends liking it so much it got to #1, and growing support for it, it ultimately grew on me quite a lot and yeah, this is an absolute bop. 100% worth a listen if you haven’t already.

Well, that concludes this week. Best of the week goes to FIFTY FIFTY with “Cupid (Twin Version)”, whilst Honourable Mention goes to “Princess Diana” by Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj. Next week, expect new entries from the likes of Sudley & piri, Sonny Fodera & an album bomb for my aunt. We love nepotism. 😍

[ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis]

Okay: working out the whole "glucose-based blood" thing:

Obviously trees don't run at 295°F/146°C, but they also don't move. And aren't humanoid. And

I would assume that sap flows a lot slower than blood. And it also is not pure sugar.

Photosynthetic humanoids don't have the luxury of not having to move, they're humanoid, they need to be able to do stuff (and preferably just as fast or faster than humans), but they also really probably shouldn't have internal temperatures higher than the boiling point of water, especially by that much. Fortunately for them, their blood (both kinds) would NOT have to be pure glucose.

I was thinking about it being more like honey (which is very nutrient rich by the way), and I tried to google what temperature honey reaches the viscosity of human blood at, but predictably, there were no results, and I REALLY wouldn't like to test that out at home. I know you can pour honey pretty easily after you've microwaved it, but I don't know what temperature that is. Not THAT hot.

I did find out that honey starts losing a lot of its nutrients by the time it gets up to human body temperature and higher, so it would make sense that the photosynthetic Vulcans could maybe just run colder to be more like both trees and honey, but that really messes with the headcanon I was trying to back up, and is a bit confusing with their canonical super-strength and speed.

I'm currently reading a teen wolf fanfic on AO3 that's actually pretty good and really long ("Actions speak louder than words" Stiles/Derek) because I was bored and kept seeing that ship here on Tumblr, and also my mom watches that series, but ANYWAY the point of it is that one of the most romantically convenient parts is that werewolves "run hotter than most," and I was hoping I could apply the same thing to the photosynthetic Vulcans, along with everyone's adorable headcanons about Vulcans purring and being generally cat-like.

However, they do live in a desert. For us humans, having a high internal body temperature helps us counteract cold, though we fare pretty well in the heat too. I had a thought just now that if these photosynthetic Vulcans have a colder body temperature, it might help them counteract heat? And it could explain why they don't do as well with the cold if they're ALREADY cold, sort of like how lizards and cold-blooded creatures require outside sources of warmth.

However I think it might actually work the opposite way. Humans may fare okay in the heat, but we get uncomfy when it's warmer than our internal body temperature. And I think in canon-- oh! No, I just checked it! Vulcans DO run colder than us, at about 91°F / 32.8°C!

Actually this might go even BETTER for convenient romance stuff, except with summer instead of winter. The human can cuddle with the Vulcan because they'd be like a portable fan/air conditioning unit, and the Vulcan can cuddle with the human as if they're a basking rock.

So... yeah, photosynthetic Vulcans can have their canonical normal-Vulcan body heat.

So I found this on Google, and I accidentally ended up having a megabrainstorm session with my dad about if Vulcans were actually photosynthetic, or really just how photosynthetic humanoids would work in general and how they'd function on a Starfleet ship? It was more like me ranting excitedly at my dad for a few minutes, but there were some cool ideas in there. (I mean I think they're cool, hopefully you guys do too)

Warning: EXTREMELY long (and nerdy) bullet point list follows under the cut

green skin because chlorophyll

possibly even leafy skin, which might end up looking more like scales, but with patches of softer more leaf-like areas where we'd have more body fat and/or body hair

(they can still have that Vulcan hair though, since it's sort of a defining trait/style of the species in Star trek)

This means they have to absorb sunlight through their skin, and convert it into energy in the form of glucose, like trees

Therefore they'd have to have glucose (not copper) based blood (but the melting point of sugar is really high? Hadn't quite worked that part out)

Their blood would be white then? Amber, like tree sap. Wait actually don't some flowers/green stemmed things have white sap in the stems? (Maybe their blood would change from white to amber as they age? I know flowers aren't younger versions of trees, but it would be cool)

and they'd have to drink water just as much as humans because plants need water (as Chekhov is panicking about) but maybe since Chekhov is worried about "watering" spock, their hair can function like roots or something to soak up extra water as well. Idk if it rains much on Vulcan but when it did they'd all be going outside like the worms do on Earth lol

They wouldn't really have to eat if sunlight is their primary energy source. Their mouth would be just for water, breathing, and speaking. In which case they'd have ALL different organ systems, seeing as our digestive system takes up a good chunk of space in the torso, what would they fill it with? Being humanoid, they'd still need lungs, as well as a heart to circulate the (glucose based?) blood. They can still have a liver as a toxin filter and whatever else livers do (trees have to deal with not-so-clean water, so the photosynthetic Vulcans could probably deal with pretty muddy/questionable water as well. And maybe that connects to a very basic digestive system (liver-filters > short and singular intestine > rectum) which is mostly just for getting rid of the mud (yes, pooping.) And the liver can also deal with dusty/sandy air probably. Oh they might not need to eat (maybe even CAN'T eat since they wouldn't need or have the organs to deal with it) but they could drink liquids other than water, and it might be helpful/necessary to drink sugary fruit drinks if it's been cloudy for a few days, because humanoids expend a LOT more energy than plants probably do. They probably have a "stomach" which acts as a storage and distribution-into-bloodstream area for water and sugar, a little like how a camel's hump works, so it might not only be "OMG did anyone water Spock today!?" But also "OMG Spock fainted, somebody get him fruit juice!" *frantic running to the mess hall* *20 ccs of sugar* "I told you to drink more sugary stuff, our artificial light here just can't give you as much energy as your THREE ENTIRE SUNS back home, you ****ing idiotic hobgoblin!" *definitely not crying over Spock's wellbeing*

Idk what would make up the rest of their torso since they don't need as much space for organs. Heart, lungs, liver, one intestine + waste management, storage stomach, and the rest of ours is primarily taken over by about 15 feet of scrunched intestines, so maybe for them it's all leg, or they could maybe have a redundant extra pair of lungs, and/or another heart, especially to lessen the workload since tree sap is significantly thicker than human blood? Or maybe all the water would thin it out? Or one heart is more connected to the skin where they absorb light energy and cycles the glucose-based blood (which goes from white to amber as they grow up) and the other heart connects more to the water/fruit juice storage stomach and cycles water as well as somehow sends old water off to get peed out? And they should also have an organ that somehow counters sunburn and helps then deal with their world's elevated levels of radiation.

So: two pairs of lungs (for no real reason), two hearts (and two circulatory systems?), one for water and one that's more for the nutrients of glucose from sunlight, a storage stomach, a liver, an organ that deals with radiation and sunburn, a short intestine for the undrinkable parts of potentially muddy/contaminated water, the rectum to poop out the mud, the kidneys/bladder/urinary system for old water, and I think that's it.

I've been occasionally researching (googling) during the process of writing this, and I found that trees actually do have 2 different kinds of sap! Phloem is the "more nutrient rich form, and flows from the leaves bringing sugars and hormones to nutrient-hungry parts of the plant," while Xylem "consists mostly of water" so it's perfectly reasonable for them to have 2 hearts, one for each kind!

But how can we design starships to be more Vulcan-friendly then, if they need so much light? Well first of all, having sugar as an option for hyposprays in the medbay/sickbay, as well as plenty of sugary drinks available in the replicators, and the sugary fruit drinks shouldn't "cost" as much in rations since the Vulcans sort of need it as much as they need water when they aren't able to access direct sunlight. Speaking of which, all the hallways should have strips of light off to the side (one on the floor and another shining down from the ceiling above it) that the Vulcan crewmembers can walk through, and there should be a solarium room which does its best to replicate at least the lighting and radiation conditions of Vulcan (the planet). This solarium should have the light panels be able to slide away to reveal actual windows, and starships with any Vulcans in their crew should be required to spend a minimum amount of time every so often in orbit of an actual sun or star system so that the Vulcans can have genuine sunlight. It would be really funny if Spock just had a spotlight that follows him around like Olaf's snow cloud in Frozen, but it would be more practical if his station on the bridge just had extra light panels which are positioned in some way so as not to shine in his eyes. Also, this photosynthesis sort of depends on their skin actually being exposed to light, so the uniform would probably be modified for Vulcans to be short sleeves and shorts despite how weird that would be, or it would be designed like tinted glass somehow, or... some other way of letting the light in without being immodest, idk

And now for a very important question: some trees are deciduous, yes? Oh dang it I just googled whether Vulcan has seasons and the answer was no. Scrolling down pointed out that Vulcan is a desert planet and so they'd naturally be able to go without water for longer periods of time than humans. That second one is okay, that's why they have a water storage organ sort of like camels, and I guess maybe they wouldn't need so much water after all. More like cacti than trees. But the no axis tilt / no seasons thing sort of cancels out what I was about to write :(

I'll write it anyway. Let's pretend for a second that Vulcan has seasons, because this whole thing can really apply to "photosynthetic humanoids" in general, not just photosynthetic Vulcans in particular. So, I was about to talk about deciduous trees :) When the seasons shift towards winter, the sunlight is weaker, trees go red before losing their leaves and sort of hibernating, right? Well what if Vulcans start going pale, then yellowy, and eventually taking on a pale reddish hue, and since they can't lose their skin to conserve energy, they consume as much sugar/fruit juice as they can over a period of a few weeks, before going into hibernation like bears?

This means that your Vulcan crewmate is kind of useless for at least a quarter of every year, which isn't really a problem unless they're a senior officer, but if they ARE a senior officer, they better have an apprentice or someone who can cover for them while they hibernate. Maybe another Vulcan from the opposite side of the planet, who would naturally hibernate during the opposite half of the year.

Would this Vulcan and their opposite-side-of-the-planet counterpart be best friends, or bitter rivals? Who knows!

Now, starships do not actually have seasons, so the hibernation cycle wouldn't be technically necessary. The Vulcan has two options: either slowly adjust to the year-round availability of sunlight over a period of multiple years so that they don't have to abandon their crew for a few months out of every year (and be SEVERELY messed up if they ever retire and go back to the hypothetical version of Vulcan which has seasons), OR, make sure that the availability of light mimics the seasonal cycle of pretend-Vulcan-with-seasons so that they can have their hibernation cycle properly. (Clearly the better option if they aren't a senior officer, especially if they don't plan to spend the rest of their life on the ship.)

Also it would be really cute to see what kind of pillow fort nest Spock would probably end up making in his quarters to hibernate in. I wonder if they'd visit him.

DO NOT WAKE THE HIBERNATING SPOCK. Google says waking up an animal from hibernation too early can have fatal consequences. On the other hand, it also said bears can wake themselves up immediately to protect cubs if necessary or if they're startled awake, so maybe he can respond to red alerts. However going based off the first point, it might be necessary to completely soundproof his quarters and make sure he remains undisturbed. And yet another possibility is that photosynthetic Vulcans wouldn't need to hibernate at all if they come from a part of the planet which is mostly friendly year-round (which would technically be true, since it doesn't actually have seasons at all, and they would choose to have civilizations in the most habitable areas. Maybe civilizations closer to the poles would have Vulcans that are naturally paler or more reddish, like how the Aenar on the Andorian homeworld are blind and paler.)

Animals coming out of hibernation can have lost up to 30% of their body weight (over a QUARTER), so Vulcans coming out of hibernation would look so sick and weak, and they'd probably take a while to get their full green color back, and the more soft leafy areas of higher body fat would have shriveled into just the small scale-like leaves that make up the majority of their skin, and their uniforms would be all baggy on them, and the human crew would probably be so so so worried for them, especially the first few hibernation cycles

*Spock stumbles onto the bridge for the first time in several months, pale orange-red and extremely skinny* "Oh my god, Spock!" (overjoyed at his return) -- "Oh my god Spock you look like crap, are you alright?" (softer and full of concern upon actually noticing what he looks like) -- "This is perfectly normal, I'll be fine, you need me on du-" *faints*

[timetorace]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞

HI EVERYONE! Writing a short one about today’s race and Charles’ DNF. By the way, this can be a second part of “Late night doubts”. Hopefully you all like it xxx Have fun xxx

ship: charles leclerc x fem!reader.

summary:  You follow Charles to his motorhome after his DNF in Paul Richard. 

warnings: none. Well, French GP 2022? Panic attacks mention, just a mention. 

word count: +1,4K.

This one shot can be a second part (or related to) of “Late night doubts”.

“Oh, no!” You gasped, “No, no, no, no!” You muttered watching as Xavi was trying to explain to Charles how to get back on track. However, a few seconds later, you heard Charles’s rapid and heavy breathing and then a scream of fury. Oh, God. He was really upset. Was it a mechanical failure again? Or was he simply confused? 

You had heard a few minutes before his crash how Charles was breathing rapidly on the radio; it sounded so fast that at first, you overestimated the possibility that he was having a panic attack, but after hearing him scream; he was probably just furious or suffering from the heat and dehydration for deciding not to have water inside the car. You understood he didn’t want to add weight to the car, but they were doing 30 in the environment and you didn’t think that getting dehydrated was the best option. You were worried about the effect, but you understood his decision.

You slid down the side to sneak in the paddock's direction, leaning against the wall of the Ferrari garage entrance, waiting for Charles to return to the marshals. When he walked through the gate, you noticed he still had his helmet on. God, that was never a good sign. It meant he didn’t want to lose him in public and that was never a good thing because Charles was usually unbelievably good at handling the pressures of racing and dealing with the press. The camera followed him as he made his way to his motorhome along with his PR manager. You followed him from a safe distance of a couple of meters so as not to intrude on the TV broadcast and once the camera stayed in the paddock, you jogged to follow him. You gave a sideways smile to his PR manager, who was stationed outside the motorhome, before going inside.

When you entered inside, you saw Charles sitting with his arms on his legs and his hands on his face, clearly distressed by the situation. You just walked up to him and sat next to him in silence. You didn’t think he would appreciate any feelings of pity or pity at that moment. After a couple of minutes, Charles spoke.

“I screwed it up”

“You’re still halfway through the season.” You pointed.

“I can’t keep making these mistakes if I want to be world champion”

“Babe, you still have all the races left after the summer break” You still knew that Charles was going to have to be perfect after today’s race and that Max would have to have car problems or finish second or third. You knew two things: One, that Max Verstappen did not give up so easily wanting the championship as much as Charles, and two, that Red Bull was much more reliable than Ferrari.

“Don’t you understand? World champions don’t make these kinds of mistakes! One thing is the team’s mistakes with the car and another thing is me being stupid and hitting the car against the barriers!” Charles exclaimed, raising his voice.

You raised your eyebrows a little surprised at his outburst, but you didn’t blame him for the rush of emotions he must be feeling. “I know,” you replied simply.

“I’m sorry for yelling” He gave you an apologetic sneer.

“It’s okay” You gave him a dismissive sign “What are you going to do now?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know that eventually, you have to go out and face them all, but if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine”

“I know I have to, I’m just-” Charles rubbed his hand over his face in frustration “I’m so mad”

“I know, your radio was very descriptive”

“The radio? Did they put the radio on?” Charles asked you before letting out a regretful moan, “Ugh, perfect, just amazing”

“I’m sorry” You apologized even though you knew it wasn’t your fault, but you still felt bad for him.

“I didn’t know it was open”

“I imagined” You knew that he never had an outbreak like this in public and that he directly would have said nothing if he knew the radio was open.

“Did you all hear it?”

You nodded “Honestly, I thought you were having a panic attack from the way you were breathing before you crashed and screamed,” You confessed biting your lower lip

“It was the heat,” Charles complained.

“Now I know, but it seemed like something else” You shrugged.

“Great, the media is going to love this.” He moved to rest his head on your lap. You just started stroking his hair.

“Calm down before going out to talk to them”

“I should have kept it to myself,” He murmured, and you frowned. What did this guy have with keeping his emotions to himself?

“Why? Why are you afraid of showing emotions?”

“I just had a breakdown on international TV,” He let out a sigh closing his eyes at the tranquility of your touch “I just wanted to be alone and the cameras wouldn’t stop focusing on me, I put my helmet back on so I wouldn’t have to talk with no one yet”

He had cameras following him all the time, and you understood the frustration of not being able to do anything without everyone finding out and then asking about it. “I know”

“And yet it doesn’t matter because I just had a breakdown on international television.” Why was he so worried about others knowing that he was visibly angry and distraught? You understood the theme of the image, but there was nothing wrong with showing that he cared.

“You’re human, I think you can afford not to be perfect”

“I can’t believe I keep making the same mistakes,” El moaned.

“We all make mistakes,” you comforted him “You have them now but Max may have them later”

“Between my mistakes and the car’s mechanics, I’m going to end up losing the championship”

“All drivers make mistakes”

“I swear to God that if I lose the championship for Imola and for today I-“

“If you lose it won’t be just your fault, you didn’t lose all those points just because of yourself” He had been carrying the weight of the whole team for a long time and felt responsible for everyone’s mistakes, not just his own. Charles wasn’t being fair to himself.

“Babe, I know it’s no use, but you should be a little less hard on yourself, sometimes things don’t go as expected.” You suggested “Stop beating yourself up”

“Yeah I know, it’s just- it’s just that I feel so stupid right now”

 “You’re not stupid” You shook your head “You’re human” He hit himself hard when he made a mistake and took full responsibility but sometimes things happened and he had to understand that “You have lows like in Silverstone but then everything got better in Austria, that’s the sport, it has ups and downs and you know it, so why do you do this to yourself?”

“If I don’t blame myself, who am I supposed to blame?”

“There is no one to blame, you went off track, those things happen, that’s it,” You shrugged “Now move forward to Hungary”

“I-” He started but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Charles, are you okay? I’m sorry but we have to go now,” The PR manager said through the door.

“Coming!” He responded by jumping up to get out of there.

“Babe?” You called him before it came out. “Remember to breathe, just breathe” He needed to calm down and collect his thoughts before opening his mouth with the press. With a little luck, he was a little calmer now to speak calmly.

“You are amazing, ma belle” He told you, giving you a small smile. At least he was smiling. 

You shrugged “Thanks, I’ve my moments” You answered with a wink before he got out of the motorhome and you took the helmet that Charles had left aside. Everything was going to be fine. He was still in the race for the championship. Charles just had to remember to breathe.

[daydream-believin]

so, you’ve wooed an immortal

summary: you need to get rid of the gluten in your home despite actively making more. douxie makes assumptions. established friendship ajsksgd

word count: short and sweet

a/n: i’ve been playing stardew again. gift based courting system. and also changed my diet in an attempt to help with my chronic illness. anyhow. hope there’s at least one of you who relates (and thus like this silly little fic lol)

taglist: @moppetwithamanbun @alovesongshewrote @blixeon @prismarts @transformers-insanity @fantasyiswaybetterthanreality @ukuleles-and-roses @faraum

douxie looked into the cheery visage of the strawberries decorating the top of the cake you had just plopped onto his coffee table. shiny little candied rubies making up a circle like a strawberry henge. the red was contrasting nicely from the white of the frosting.

he. already had a cake in his kitchenette. and some sweet rolls. and a tart. two loaves. a basket of muffins. he did Not need another cake.

“do you not like strawberries, doux?” you asked.

he realized he had been staring into this cake a little too intensely.

“oh no. they’re great. but.”

“but?”

“don’t you think this is overkill, darling?”

you grinned sheepishly, “ah-“

“it’s so sweet that you’re doing this. but i think you can stop now. i have enough. the pantry is full. slow down on the courting gifts? if only a wee bit, love.”

you stared at him. bewildered. douxie felt the need to reassure you further,

“i’ll still marry you, i promise. you can rest.”

you flushed. from the sweetness of his words, from the embarrassment, from the fact that you have caused this misunderstanding, whichever. the summer heat must be getting to you. that’s it. your skin felt hot under the palm you raised to cover your mouth.

“oh my god? I- oh my god…” you didn’t know where to start.

confusion began to seep into douxie’s features.

“uh. so!” you clapped your hands together, pointed to the ground.

“i’ve recently gone gluten-free?”

douxie didn’t track.

“uh so i’ve been baking as a way to keep my mind off things? like stress relief? but i needed to get rid of the food.”

“… oooohh”

“yeah,” you scraped a hand down the back of your neck, “so i’ve just. been giving it to you?”

you heard him take a sharp breath in. damn.

“i’m soooo sorry. i- i wouldn’t have done it if i had known you would’ve thought…” you tried your best to reassure.

“NO NO it’s okay! it’s okay! that’s my fault for assuming! uh. thank you for the gifts, y/n,”

douxie wanted to go find a hole to die in. he’ll have to settle for burying himself in the blankets on his bed. and screaming. gotta get you out of here first.

“THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PASSING BY Y/N COME AGAIN ANYTIME MATE I LOVE TO SEE YOU AROUND,”

he shepherded you towards his door. the smile that pulled tight the corners of his mouth was so fake. and panicked. oh god what have you done.

“N-NOT THAT I WOULDNT LIKE TO MARRY YOU. I-“ you turned around as fast as you could, slamming your foot into the space between the door and the wall. while he was swinging the door shut. yeouch! might need to go to hospital later.

“FUZZBUCKETS ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“YEAH I JUST,” you looked into the bookshop behind you, half expecting there to be an audience since it was during business hours, “we need to go back in to have this conversation.”

you pushed him back. he let you. your hands didn’t leave his shoulders once the door was closed behind you, however.

douxie’s hazel eyes were very, very wide with apprehension. he let you hands trail up to his face. you cupped his pink cheeks, gentle at first, then almost squishing him.

“you!”

“me?”

you chuckled, “god, hisirdoux. you’ve already decided you’re ready to get married?”

“um” he couldn’t tell if you were rejecting him right now or…

“i haven’t even asked you out yet. haven’t even held your hand,” you continued into a giggle, giving his face another squish for good measure, “don’t get me wrong, that’s So Sweet.”

he pulled your hands off his cheeks so he could talk,

“well, forgive me. that how it used to be done for… an unspecified amount of time in the past because i wasn’t really paying attention to romance back then.”

“hmmm. guess i gotta follow through then. rules are rules after all,”

“wait? really?” he leaned closer into your personal space.

“of course. my dearest fiancé,” you glanced at his lips, “but. i don’t want our first kiss to be our wedding day? is that okay?”

he pulled your hand into his own, bringing it up in between y’all.

“yes. i think that needn’t be necessary,”

he pressed your hand to his lips reverently. featherlight, and his warmth stayed long after he raised his head back up to look into your eyes.

“how was that?

you burst into a fit of giggles. that was the cutest thing you’d ever seen him do. so far. you’ve got a lot of lifetime left.

“not what i meant. but that was perfect.”

douxie pretended to play innocent “oh, i wonder whatever could you have meant then-“

you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt.

he was a little eager, energetic. not the perfect slow melty first kiss but hey. he’s in love. and too excited.

he tasted very sweet. probably all the sugar you’ve been stocking his kitchen with. you’ll have to find a new stress relief hobby. maybe knitting? or. actually kissing could work. yep.

you could get used to this.

[jackrogersfrost]

Summer or Spring?

Summary: You are the Spring Spirit that has the Winter Spirit aka Jack Frost in love but there's one spirit that doesn't take that very well.

Pairing: Jack Frost (ROTG) x fem!reader.

Warnings: Stalker talking, a little bit hard but nothing to worry about, toxic environment, happy ending I promise.

A/N: English is not my mother language, so don't be so hard on me bc I'm still learning. Hope you enjoy it!

MASTERLIST — MASTERLIST OF ART

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Jack was flying as fast as he could between the trees of the forest with heavy breathing trying to run away from her, he still didn't understand how the two could be close without causing global warming to explode, but according to North he once told him that the spirits can be close to others without affecting the human world, however, for the spirits themselves they can affect each other if they were together for a long time and that is what he felt when she was by his side, apart from not he knew how to make her understand that he didn't want her to get any closer to him.

A branch caused him to collide and fall to the ground face first, groaning as he propped his head up with his hand as he sat up as a body jumped on top of him crushing him completely. With a lot of effort, the guardian of the fun was able to get her away from him a little.

"Hey! Why are you taking me away from you Jack?" The girl in front of him talk so calmly and with a smile.

"Sunny, seriously... I can't be with you..." He said exhausted from all the chaos that she was doing for him. "What about our powers?"

"We will find a way Jack, so we can be together for eternity as a couple." Jack swallowed hard, an eternity sounding too loud in her head to be with her. With a nervous look he rose from the ground following her steps.

"I'm not talking about our powers, Sunny, I'm talking about... I... I don't love you."

The golden-haired girl looked at him confused and hurt by the confession.

"What are you talking about, Jack? Of course, you love me, it's obvious." She said with a little anger in her voice.

"No, I'm really sorry if I ever made you believe that but no, I love someone else."

"No, that's impossible Jack Frost, you have to love me." She said angrily as a ray of light illuminated her, Jack knew the problems that came from her because her spirit of summer was the opposite of him and she had an advantage of that.

"Sunny... Calm down, okay?... Just calm down..."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" She raised her hand to him throwing a ray of sunlight that threw him against a tree, weak from the heat she felt at that moment because the opposite of her tried to get up from the ground.

"Sunny... P-please... You're hurting me..."

"If you're not mine, you won't be anyone's Frost." She raised both hands towards him ready to finish him off and launch her Sunbeams to finish melting the spirit of winter, when she released the rays they did not reach Jack because a green shield was covering him from being literally "melted".

When he saw who had saved him he was a bit surprised.

"I can't resist much, do it now!"

A boy with reddish hair fell from the sky, causing the branches of the trees to make a cocoon, enveloping the spirit of summer, who was screaming with rage after ruining his plan.

Jack looked at the brown-haired girl and she held out her hand to help him up, which she did.

"You do know we won't always save your skin, right Frost?" The named sighed and nodded, he had already recovered a little of his cold essence and he didn't feel as weak as before.

"I'm sorry you had to come..."

"Yeah, well... It's not like we have anything better to do either, oh wait, we have to bring the seasons to the world!"

Jack looked at the spirit of autumn and spring in embarrassment as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I already said I'm sorry Tyron."

"Yes, it's always the same thing Jack."

"And now why did she try to kill you?"

Jack swallowed hard to see the spirit of spring with a slight blush.

"I... I told Sunny that I didn't love her."

"Ouch, I'm not surprised he tried to kill you."

"Tyron!"

His sister scolded him, he shrugged and pointed to the cocoon where the girl was still writhing to get out.

"I have to take her to Mother Nature, so look there and try not to put yourself in danger, Frost."

"Aww, you care about me."

He teased the spirit of winter earning a dirty look from the red-haired boy, and without further ado he left with the tree that had trapped the girl deep in the forest.

"I think I should go too, I must take spring to other places yet." You prepared to fly away when Jack grabbed your wrist to draw you back to him.

"Wait... Am... Thanks for saving me Y/N."

You smiled denying. "Don't thank me Jack, that's why we're co-workers, right?"

"Yes... Co-workers..."

You looked at him as he looked down at his feet and cupped his cheek lifting his gaze from the ground.

"I know what you think Jack, and I also would like to go out with you."

He saw you surprised to know his intentions with you and blushed a little, which made you smile.

"Y-you... How...?"

"You're obvious Frost, I don't take all the credit."

You winked at him smiling and started to walk away from him without stopping talking.

"Meet me in Europe at sundown, if you're late I'll tell Tyron to put you in a cocoon too!"

Jack laughed in denial as he watched you walk away and begin to lift yourself into the air.

"Don't doubt that Flower!"

"See you later Ice Cube!"

You laughed while you were going to your next destination to bring spring to this one, while Jack was left with a silly smile on his face, he loved your attitude but more importantly, he loved you and not Sunny, that's why his response will always be Spring.