#i only have time rn cuz i’m waiting for the bathroom

[lukeywritesstuff]

Reader has a pregnancy scare over the summer at the lake house and dosent tell Jack at first so he gets mad. He doesn’t really want a child rn but ends up accepting that they will have a baby. But it’s just a scare so their are not going to actually be parents

baby? no baby.

jack hughes x reader

warning: angst, yelling, pregnancy scare, mentions of abortion, punching (m on m), vomit, swearing and suggestive sexual content (no actual smut)

note: i’m not from the states so all timing for drives and flights and stuff are made up because i’ve been trying to research how far detroit airport is from bloomington AND NO BLOOMINGTON IS COMING UP ON MAPS. i actually went a bit crazy writing this because of that. ALSO this is the first fic i’ve written in a couple years that isn’t a joke so please bear with me because it’s not perfect at all.

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this past week has been a nightmare, from waking up at 6:30 in the morning to throw up, to dealing with motion sickness on an airplane and dealing with my boyfriends absolute bullshit.

let’s start from the beginning: wednesday july 12th, the day i started feeling ill. it was around 5:30 in the morning the first time i threw up. that day i thought it was a bug so i didn’t think much of it. but it kept happening all week, and this freaked me out because i knew i was leaving for michigan on monday to visit my boyfriend jack and his family.

monday couldn’t have come any slower, knowing i needed to talk to ellen before anyone else, i was hoping for the day to come faster. she’d be the only one i can ask about what’s going on with me as i haven’t seen my own family since august of last year since i moved to jersey for college.

the flight was terrible but short, it didn’t help my nausea at all, specially with the turbulence, jack was late to pick me up because he left his phone at the house when he went boating with his brothers so i had to sit around the airport for a few hours. i’m not even gonna think about uber either cuz i’d rather get crushed by a plane than sit for hours in an uber with a complete stranger.

ok getting off topic here, we’ll we got to the lake house after a very uneventful and quiet drive from the airport. ellen was finishing up dinner and luke, quinn and jim were playing basketball in the driveway, which quickly came to a stop as jack pulled up smashing the horn causing quinn to (jokingly) throw the ball at the car. (it did not break at all.)

i settled in to jacks room and we ate dinner, we talked about the boys hockey and training and my school and what i’m doing after i graduate next year. jokes were cracked and it was fun, i actually forgot about jack being a bit of a dick for a good hour and a half. after i stayed in the kitchen with ellen to help clean up, jack and luke ran to the x-box in the other room probably to play fortnite.

‘el, this past week i’ve been feeling quite nauseous this past week and i was wondering if i should worry about it. knowing you’ve been pregnant a few times, i felt it was best to ask you for advice on the situation.’ i said to my boyfriends mother.

‘well if it goes on for a few more days i’d consider going to a doctor, but for now you can go to the pharmacy just down the street and try a rest or 2 if you wanna have an idea quicker.’ she said and i nodded.

‘wait you’re pregnant?’ i hear from by the counter. quinn. he heard.

‘i’m not sure. i was just about to go to the pharmacy to get a test’ i told him.

‘i’ll drive i want some gato and fuckass jack frank the last one.’ he said and i nodded.

we went to the pharmacy and got 2 tests (and a shit ton of blue gato for quinn) and we went back to the house. i went to the bathroom in ellen’s room to take them since she wants to be there for me and honestly i’m glad i did. she’s been so supportive even if it might just be a scare.

the tests came out positive. i broke down in tears and went out to ellen.

‘positive, i’m pregnant. and i’m only 21’ i said.

‘oh sweetie. it’s all gonna be okay. you’re gonna be a great mom and jacks gonna be a great dad.’ ellen said embracing me.

‘so she’s pregnant?’ quinn asked from the door. i just nod my head at him.

suddenly i hear from the hallway ‘who’s pregnant?’ and ‘is it mom? i think i’m a bit too old to be an older brother’ and then a little ‘ow’ after.

then quinn had to open his big ass mouth and say ‘no. it’s y/n. she’s pregnant.’

‘what?!’ jack yelled. ‘and you fucker knew before me? you fucking asshole!’ i heard before i see jack coke into the room angrily to punch his older brother in the face.

‘jack get off!’ i yelled pulling him.

‘i cant believe you told quinn before me! have him father your fucking kid. i don’t want it. i don’t want kids at all. specially right now. i’m at my prime right now! i don’t need a fucking baby ruining it all for me! get out of my house that’s not my kid! and if it is fucking abort it!’ he yelled while crying making me cry even more.

right after luke dragged him to his room and i can hear yelling between them as quinn and ellen comforted me in the master bedroom. todays been a lot for me so i eventually pass out in my boyfriend(?)’s parents room with his mother stroking my hair.

on wednesday, exactly a week after i started having my nausea i decided to visit a doctor to get the baby and i checked out. i haven’t talked to jack since he yelled at me so i go with ellen.

‘okay so it seems like you’re not actually pregnant and the test you took was wrong.‘ the doctor said to me.

honestly i have no idea if i’m relieved or sad. i was honestly quite happy to potentially be having a baby, even if jack was being a huge JACKass about it.

we got home and i saw jack sitting on the porch with a bouquet of flowers.

‘baby, i’ve thought everything over these past few days, and i’m actually excited to have a baby! with you! i apologize for everything i said, but it just hurt knowing quinn found out before me, because i am the dad. but now i am excited for this baby and this new chapter of our lives!’ he said smiling at the end.

‘jack, it was a scare. there’s no pregnancy. i’ve just been having a stomach bug the doctor told me. the tests were wrong too. i’m sorry.’ i said frowning.

‘oh. well i guess that means we just go upstairs and start actually making a baby, because i kinda want one now!’ jack said before pulling me in the house.

once we got up to the bedroom i hear ellen ushering everyone out, probably to spare themselves from having to hear whatever we’re getting up to upstairs.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

I'm the anon who sent the ask about Pack Mum and her frustrations; your version is fucking top notch (I'm just a switchy bitch lol) and let's be real, don't we all need a bit of that in our lives? 😩😩😩 would love to see Chris' version of that too, whatever you write is going to be amazing either way 😍

previous ask for reference

fun fact, i have a handful of drabbles written for these two that have never left my google docs (some of them probably won't, ever), since i use them as practice. for this particular scenario i already had something written, so might as well share it with y'all. please bear with me, this is barely proof read sjkdfhsdkjf

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k. | Warnings: smut | established relationship · pet names · oral [F.&M.Rec] · edging · face sitting/fucking, all that good stuff · spanking

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: pretty baby  > howre u feeling today > ???

< You: hey darling < i’m very meh < but still standing so it’s fine < you? 

> Chris💕🐺: im having a really bad day > dont wanna get into details but god i just wanna be home

< You: oh no ): < can i help you in any way?

You saw the ‘Typing…’ text under Chris’ contact name pop up and disappear a few times before he finally replied.

> Chris💕🐺: actually… > maybe > u can say no btw > but > would u sit on my face and let me edge you for a long while when im back home?

< You: how long is a long while?

> Chris💕🐺: a really long while > as much as u can stand it > just wanna dive between ur legs > want to suffocate on your cunt and your thighs baby > so bad > fuck > had to come to hide in the restroom for a bit cuz im so hard rn just thinking about it

You couldn’t help but chuckle. But being honest with yourself, the proposition certainly gave you a similar reaction to Chris’. All you could think about now was having your boyfriend’s tongue between your legs, aided by his lips and his nose to bring you to that sweet, sweet edge over and over again…

Wetness was starting to pool at your centre, your thighs pressed together to ease some of that familiar ache, and you honestly had to make the conscious effort to remember you were still at the office, in a very public space.

Your phone vibrating again in your hand brought you back from your little day dream.

> Chris💕🐺: again > u can totally say no

< You: mmm🤔 < i’d love to sit on my alpha’s handsome face < would you let me grind on it baby?

> Chris💕🐺: fuck… yes > anything as long as u just dont come > not until i tell you to > or until u cant take it anymore > yeah? 

< You: yea 😇

> Chris💕🐺: fuck > ure so good to me pretty > seriously > im gonna make u feel so good love > hydrate yourself as much as u can > its gonna be so worth it > love u prettiest

< You: love you babiest

The rest of your workday was honestly a blur. All you could think about was the evening that awaited you. So, when you finally reached home–with your boyfriend nowhere in sight–you simply took a quick shower to get squeaky clean and got yourself into one of his t-shirts to ensure his scent was all over you when he came home.

As soon as Chris made it through the front door he gave you a quick kiss, dropped his belongings wherever, and made a beeline to the bathroom to take a shower–all as he discarded pieces of clothing on the way. A very delightful sight, you’d admit.

Now here you were, laying on the sofa and scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to come out.

The second he’d gotten out of the shower, barely even patting himself dry, with his hair still wet, Chris made his way to you.

Before you could even stand up, he was already hovering over you, kissing you deeply for a moment, only to finally trace a path of kisses to your neck so he could nibble at your pulsepoint.

“Been thinking about you all day, pretty baby”, he mumbled against your skin, licking the area and kissing it after. 

“Me too, darling…” A sigh of relief passed your lips, while you all but melted under the attention your boyfriend was providing to your neck. “You got me so wet”, taking a hold of his hand, you guided it to your core, where his fingers traced your folds, spreading your essence with a deep inhale. “So fucking wet just thinking about you, Chris”. 

“Fuck…You smell so fucking good…” Burying his face further in the crook of your neck, he sucked on your pulse point, just as he eased two fingers into you, making you moan in surprise as he diligently massaged your walls. 

You bared your neck, giving your boyfriend plenty of room for him to paint purple roses on your skin. Holding tightly onto his arms, you couldn’t help but squirm a little when he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, once he started curling them to hit that sweet spot within your warmth.

“So tight, baby…” Chris mumbled as he eased a third finger into you, making you whine at the delicious stretch. “We don’t fuck for a couple of days and it’s almost like your cunt has forgotten me…” 

You shook your head, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. “Impossible. She–she knows who she belongs to”.

“Fuck…” Pulling his fingers out of you, he straightened himself. “Come here, beautiful”.

Chris laid down, motioning for you to place each knee next to his head. You did as asked, staring at him between your legs as you lowered yourself, hovering just a bit while he caressed your thighs. 

“C’mon, baby”, Chris borderline whined, bringing his hands to your hips and holding you tightly. “Sit”. 

“I’m…baby, I don’t wanna crush you”.

This was a common debate when you found yourselves in this situation. Sometimes you didn’t even need to think twice about complying, but, as a heavier person, other times you were a bit unsure. Today was one of those days, clearly. And as usual, your boyfriend was quick to reassure you.

“Babe, we’ve been through this. I’m a fucking animal, remember? All that werewolf thing? You’re not gonna crush me”, he chuckled. “Sit on me, get comfy, and brace yourself, yeah?” 

With a deep inhale, you nodded, finally lowering yourself all the way. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your mouth as soon as you felt Chris’ tongue make contact with your heat. “Oh–”

His tongue running through your folds, teasing your entrance, licking your clit, sucking on it…Every single one of his motions had tingles of pleasure travelling up and down your spine, had your chest heaving, and quiet whines coming out of your mouth.

Bringing his hands to your thighs, he held you tightly in place, so tight you wondered if you’d see a mark left in the shape of his fingers later–something you were admittedly eager to see. He was groaning a lot, you were moaning a lot, and, in no time, he had reduced you to a whimpering mess.

Maybe it was all that daydreaming you’d been doing after he sent you those texts, maybe it was just how good your boyfriend was at working you up, but you were very quickly getting close to the edge, almost ready to tip over it.

“Baby…Chris, fuck, I’m…close”, your voice quivered a bit, and Chris simply hummed in response, finally slowing his movements. 

His hands roamed your body as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub, the pressure was light enough that the signs of your approaching orgasm seemed to be fading away. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you were going to stand this at all. You’d try, of course, but you realised very quickly how badly you wanted your relief.

Kneading your breasts, Chris simply continued his motions, slowly licking your clit, or dipping his tongue inside of you for a taste. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, trying to get some extra stimulation. And whenever he licked at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit, and it had you pathetically whining as you ground your core on his face. 

When Chris finally opened his eyes to look at you, you stared right back. 

That stare-off had the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, and you were immediately trapped in that undeniably predator look of his.

It was kind of amusing, how that look seemed to have the complete opposite effect it should have on you. It should’ve made you feel intimidated, scared, but after spending this much time with Chris, after giving yourself to him so many times already, the trust you had in him made it so that stare of his just made you want to be closer to him. It enticed you, it made you shiver, made you wetter, and, right now, just by looking at him, at that utterly primal desire in his eyes, you could feel yourself grow closer to your climax again.

You genuinely couldn’t tell how long you spent right there. You had already lost count of how many times he’d brought you to the edge by the fifth time. Your legs were starting to burn, your lower back hurt, and you suddenly felt like you needed something in your mouth. 

“C–Chris”, you tugged on his hair, gasping when he quickened the pace of his tongue. “Baby… Want–”

He squeezed your bum, one butcheek in each hand, surely bruising you with the strength of his grip. It made you dizzy, and you were sure you were dripping all over him by now. He released his hold on one of your buttocks, only to land a harsh smack on it after, urging you to speak, making you shamelessly moan with the action. 

Chris hardly ever spanked you–aside from a playful, mild smack here and there. He’d told you before that he felt like he already put your body through so much with everything else, adding that, too, was just unnecessary, and that it could possibly hurt you too much. But, fuck, if the sting felt good whenever he did.

“Need your cock, baby”, you finally sighed, trembling with your upcoming release. Chris gave you a curious look, not stopping his tongue for a second, so you decided to clarify. “In my mouth, Chris. Please…”

Taking a hold of your hips, he lifted you up a bit, enough to talk. “Turn around, pretty”.

Your legs were incredibly unsteady, but you managed to do it, finally laying on Chris with his tongue once again in its rightful place within your warmth. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of your boyfriend’s cock. Incredibly hard, twitching, and with an impressive pool of pre-cum under his tip where it laid on his lower abdomen. He was clearly enjoying this a lot, and just the sight had you clenching with need..

When you took him in your hand, his thighs jerked a bit, and a moan muffled against your skin as he continued to feast on your cunt. You simply pumped him in your hand, once, twice, relishing just how hard he was. 

Wasting no more time, you licked a long stripe from his base to the tip, swirling your tongue around it for good measure. Until, finally, you took him in your mouth, eliciting a shared moan from the both of you. 

Chris’ hands dragged up and down your back, kneading your flesh as he went, moaning against your heat whenever you got him deeper into your mouth, whenever your nails dug on his thighs. 

All of a sudden, you felt Chris’ hand land harshly on one of your buttocks. The sudden sting made you moan around his length and clench around thin air. He did it again on the other, holding the supple flesh of your bum tightly in his hands right after in an attempt to soothe your skin. 

His length popped out of your mouth with a sinful sucking sound. With a hazy mind and a needy cunt, you were speaking before you could think twice about it. “More…”

Chris immediately complied, smacking one of your buttcheeks again, groaning lowly as your moans spilled freely out in the room without his cock in your mouth.

He repeated the motions a handful of times, all while you jerked him to the best of your now compromised motor skills. Your moans got increasingly more desperate the more he spanked you, and your whole body trembled with arousal.

“Pretty…” Chris mumbled, keeping you off of him enough so you could hear him, although you barely could, you were too far gone. “Put my cock back in your mouth, baby. Suck me off, and when I spank you again, you can come. Okay?” 

“Okay…”

“Good, good girl”, Chris pulled you back on his mouth, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips. 

You did as asked, taking him once again into your mouth and sucking him, rather eagerly, if you might add. Your lips caught on the ridge of his head time and time again, his tongue and his lips focused on your clit, licking and sucking harder and faster by the second, just how he did whenever he wanted you to come, and when you finally felt the sting on your ass again, you could hardly make sense of your surroundings anymore.

Before you knew it, your entire body shook with your release, desperately moaning around Chris’ length as pleasure tears fell from your eyes. It was so much, so intense, and when Chris held the back of your head in place with one of his hands and started to thrust up into your mouth you were sure you had already died and gone to heaven.

It felt like you were coming for an eternity, the sheer intensity of your release had you shaking and squirming in your boyfriend’s hold. The most satisfying part of it all, though, was when you vaguely registered Chris’ warmth flooding your mouth, making you moan once again just at the feel of his cum going down your throat, making you dizzy just by the blissed-out sounds that were coming out of his mouth. 

You swallowed it all, sucking on his tip until the very last drop of his release had coated your tongue, and as soon as Chris detached himself from your core, your body slumped, your vision clouded, and a ringing broke free in your ears.

“Baby? Baby, please. Talk to me”, Chris sounded so close. But how could he if your heads were in completely opposite directions?

“Pretty?” You felt his hands on your cheeks, and once you opened your eyes and saw the worried look on his face, you realised you were laying on the sofa, while he was crouching on the floor next to you. When did he move? He was just below you a few seconds ago. 

“Did I…Did I pass out?” You blinked at him, reaching for his hand on your face to softly caress the back of it. 

“Fuck, you did. For a few seconds. I thought I had choked you to death. Are you okay? I’m so sorry”, he was going into his Protective Alpha mode, and it made you smile. 

“I’m fine, baby. Don’t apologise. Give me a kiss”, you did feel a bit lightheaded, but you also felt light all over, as if your crushing orgasm had taken all the tension off of your body completely.

Chris sighed, pecking your lips, your nose, your cheeks, all over your face. “Fuck, give me a second. I’ll bring you some water”. 

You simply hummed, stretching your achy limbs and turning on your other side to face the backrest.

When Chris came back, you gulped the glass of water in one go before you gave it back to him so he could place it on the coffee table. 

You made grabby hands at him, and he chuckled, laying behind you and pulling you to his chest so he could press kisses on your shoulder.

“That was insane”, you mumbled while you caressed the arm he had wrapped around your waist. 

“It was, fuck…I got too carried away, you’re all bruised, love”, his fingers gently traced the curve of your bum, and you leaned into his touch. 

“Felt so good, though”, you sighed, content, further pressing your back to his chest. “So good I passed out, baby. That’s a new record”. 

Chris giggled, and you couldn’t help but giggle as well. 

“Do you feel better?” You asked, snuggling closer, relishing his warmth on your back, his warmth all around you.

“I feel like I won a million euros, a billion dollars, a trillion won…You get the point”, Chris nuzzled your nape, pressing lingering kisses there, all as he brought a hand to your belly to lightly squish your soft flesh. “Honestly just what I needed. For my pretty girlfriend to feel insanely good, and to blow my load in her perfect, warm mouth”.

You chuckled, taking a hold of his hand and bringing it to your lips so you could press a kiss on his palm, right before you turned around in his hold and cupped his cheeks, smiling at him. “I love you”. 

“Love you”, he repeated immediately, diving in for a kiss. When he pulled back, he held you tightly, pressing kisses on your cheeks. “You’re so good to me”.

“And you to me, baby”, you mumbled back, kissing him on the cheek before you tucked your head under his chin.

You both laid there for a moment, a moment of just your soft caresses on each other’s exposed skin. Until Chris heaved a satisfied sigh, pulling away from your embrace to stand up from the sofa.

“C’mon, pretty. Time to be pampered and cuddle in the tub”, Chris took you in his arms. A soft chuckle left your lips, and you held onto him, pressing tender kisses on his neck all the way to the bathroom.

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[ivysangel]

Omg I’m watching yj rn cuz I haven’t seen the show since maybe 2012 or 2013 so it’s been a while for this girl and I have no one else to talk to about this.

~Mild spoilers ahead for those who haven’t caught up~

But I just have to say that the writers are gonna be fending off more then just these hands for the bloody time skips they did. When s1 ended I was so excited for season 2, and then after a quick recap of the new years scene we get blasted 5 years later!!!?!?!?! uHMMMM HELLO?!?!???? WTF IS THIS ??? I WAS EXPECTING TEAM BEHAVIOUR AND THIS IS SO NOT TEAM BEHAVIOUR!!! I WANTED GROWTH!! I WANTED TO GET TO LIKE THESE CHARACTERS MORE AND UNDERSTAND THE RELATIONSHIPS!! And they hit us with the oop aqualad is now an enemy, yeah Tula joined the team but died, Dick and Zatanna aren’t together but he’s with Barbara now, Barb is also disabled, Jason was a part of the team for a while but of course died, etc etc like it was huh after huh after HUH cuz a lot can happen in 5 years and I’m cheesed we didn’t have season 2 to ride the wave a little longer with the team while they were midteens before we got a switch up and suddenly they’re in their 20s and mentoring, and we got introduced to a new team like 2 or 3 times

And with each time skip I’d just get more and more steamed cuz this feels like when you have a friend that you’ve known for ages but suddenly decides to drop new lore and you’re like 👁️👄👁️ what do you mean you were pregnant at 15 and found out at a Wendy’s bathroom????? Like it felt like being hit with a truck hearing all the things that happened during the time skip cuz as of right now I’m on the latest season and there’s queer relationships that were dropped like a bomb. Don’t get me wrong I’m not mad about it at all but with kal I was like who?when?? And with Lagoonboy I was like aww he looks so happy with her! Wait did she just say husband??? But that’s not….. omg this dude is a home wrecker!!! ohhhhh ok he’s in a poly relationship…. WAIT A MINUTE A POLY RELATIONSHIP??? It was just coming out of nowhere unless I missed hints being dropped in earlier episodes or seasons. Probably the sap in me but I would’ve liked to be introduced to these other characters and see how they caught feelings and got together instead. We’ve had a few episodes about Halo figuring herself out both with sexuality and gender preferences, and her religion as well which does make sense when you were previously a living machine. But nothing for Kaldur or lagoonboy???? I would’ve loved to have seen that unfold instead of some other episodes that were more of a snooze fest for me

hihihi sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long, i got this crazy influx of yj related asks that were all so long so i've been spacing out my responses!!

but you are so right, the time jumps are so heinous because half the time we don't even get flashbacks to supplement any of the missing plot. they fully just drop bombs on the viewers and expect everyone to just accept it. it's very jarring to get attached to a team and then see the whole team split up the next season with absolutely no warning.

(also idk why this just came to mind but does anyone else remember when orm was camped out in that house trying to kill everybody at that birthday party???? what the fuck was that about??? was that crucial to the plot...did i miss smth)

BUT YEAH. there's a whole lot of "did i miss something"s floating around for s2-4. i would literally sit in front of a paused screen and try to figure out if any dots connected bc i was so lost.

i also really liked how we got halo's sexuality and gender identity arc but i do wish they had done the same for kaldur since he's such a massive part of the show. i wouldn't be mad at one for lagoon boy either, but his plots generally don't mean as much for me since he was really only there as a piece of the m'gann + conner plot.

[bonesandthebees]

Hi Bee, welcome to Belgium. I forgot to warn you about the lack of English in Brussels-midi, Tbf I rarely go their unless I have a connecting train, which I did today. Also, yeah, you tend to have to pay for public bathrooms in Belgium, usually it’s only like 50 cent or one 1 at most. A lot of restaurants work with a code on you bill so you have to buy something first to get into the bathroom. Though that’s more the informal stuff like McDonald’s and such because anyone could walk in there. You also have to pay at gas stations like 99% of the time, but they then give you a coupon worth those 50 cents to spend in the store.

Also, I assume you were taking the Eurostar and it’s kinda shit it got cancelled (at least you got a new one the same day). Also, there were a lot of issues with international traffic today (my Thalys got delayed and things like that tend to richorcette for a bit) I do hope you managed to get to England and I hope you have no more travel issues. I wish I saw this sooner cuz there’s a really good takeaway pasta place at Brussels midi.

Oh yeah, coffee shops sell weed in Amsterdam. It’s very legal there. And once you smell weed, you will forever recognise the sent. Although it sucks that you lost a day, the Rijksmuseum is one of the mos fun museums in Amsterdam. So it’s nice you did get to do that one.

-🌲

Oh my god you were at Brussels-Midi today?? I was there for like 3 hours waiting for my connection imagine if we walked by each other at one point thats so funny

Yeah that makes sense I suppose, still was a bit of a shock to see for the first time lol. Good to know it’s all across Belgium tho so I’m not taken by surprise when I go back there next week

Yes I was taking the Eurostar it was such a mess trying to figure out what was going on while we were on our way to Brussels 😭 I’m very glad we got another train the same day tho. Sucks that your Thalys train got delayed!! Also ooo I wish I’d heard your rec I only got a coffee at the station and I’m so hungry rn

I’m omw to London at the moment and from there I gotta catch a train to Brighton so hopefully I don’t get to my hostel too late. We’ll see but at least we didn’t have any plans for today bc of all the traveling

Oh yeah I’m familiar with the smell of weed lmao I live in California and weed is extremely legal there too. I just wasn’t expecting to struggle finding coffee bc all the weed places just call themselves coffee shops 😭 I’m so glad we went to the Rijksmuseum though I’ve been to a lot of art museums and I have to say that’s one of my top ones so far

[xxfrankieroindragwithgerardxx]

So here’s a fun story!

tw: sh

So this happened like five minutes ago… so basically I’ve been cutting for like a month and I use a pocket knife it’s not like thaaaattt sharp but it does the job. I don’t go super deep cuz I don’t want them to scar forever but yk they bleed a bit and stuff. I really wanted a little blade like the cute double sided ones cuz I always figured it would be so much easier and I’d be able to cut on the higher part of my thigh where my skin is soft(pocket knife doesn’t really do much there) so I’m sleeping over at my grandparents house rn and it’s 2am and I was in the guest bathroom searching for Bobby pins. There’s a little box with razors and I wasn’t rly thinking about that I was just like idk maybe there’s a loose on in here. So I take it out and see the blades and I’m like OMG YAYAYAYAYAYAY BLADES IVE BEEN WANTING SOME!!!! So I tried those for the first time tonight but only cut like four or five times bc I HATED IT. I was right, it was a lot easier and it bled SO EASILY LIKE I BARELY FELT IT AND IT WAS BLEEDING!!! But the feeling on the thing little thing dragging inside my skin was so fucking strange and I hated it. It didn’t sting like how I like it, it was more of just feeling it inside me than hurting and it bled. I certainly love how easy it was to bleed but the feeling was so uncom Maybe it was just me isk. And now it kinda aches instead of stings like WHERES MY STING????? Oh ya I should mention I’ve been wanting to relapse all day but didn’t have my knife so I was so excited when I found these. Anyways I took like three to keep in my backpack just cuz I won’t get in trouble for bringing a knife to school and they’re nice and small and easy to conceal. So that’s just great but I really miss my knife, and my punching bag… lol I’m acting like it’s been a while I have like an 8 day streak probably idek- anyways how do people actually use the thin ass double sided blades it’s SO UNCOMFORTABLE UGH!!! At least it hurts a bit it’s really comforting for some reason also I put them in my pocket and got in bed and forgot to put them in my backpack but now I’m comfy and don’t wanna get up ugh.

oh one more thing if anyone read this which idk why they would but I randomly decided it would be fun to count how many sh cuts/scars I have at the moment! I was surprised to find that in like two or three weeks I had about 328. Wait no it’s 333 now… HA OMG HALF OF 666!!

[harryforvogue]

haven’t you made harry and lucía suffer enough 💔

ok so my idea is that it’s pretty late and harry is at home and lucía is out but she hasn’t had the best day so she’s coming home and on the way, she calls harry to ask if he’s still awake and if he wants to watch a movie or something when she gets home

but harry doesn’t pick up his phone

it’s like 8pm. why isn’t he picking up his phone??

it keeps going to voicemail. harry ALWAYS picks his phone up

her anxiety is already really high so she’s now beginning to freak out. cuz like what if something happened to him?? and she wasn’t there to help him?? he was all alone

so she’s like REALLY freaking out now

she gets home and she’s still frantically calling him

she goes inside and she’s calling his name. like YELLING.

she finds him their room. he’s on his laptop, and he’s got his earbuds in

he sees the door open from the corner of his eye and he’s like “hi love, you’re a bit late but i can warm up your dinner for you. how was your day out?”

and she doesn’t reply because she’s so relieved and she’s CRYING and he looks up and his eyes widen

throws his earbuds away and shuts his laptop. stands up.

“hey. what’s wrong? come here.”

and she’s like frantically trying to explain that he didn’t pick up his phone and she thought something happened to him.

harry blinks down at his phone and flips it over. “you called 11 times.”

“you didn’t pick up! why didn’t you pick up!” she’s demanding.

and he’s like really taken aback by her yelling at him while crying so he moves to wrap his arms around her. and she’s just yelling and scolding him for not picking up and how she had such a bad day and how her anxiety was so bad. she’s saying stuff about ripping her cuticles and biting her nails and she’s just going on and on. and he’s just holding her, kissing the top of her head.

“i’m okay,” he’s whispering, loosening her hair from her usual braid. “i’m okay. i’m fine. my music was loud. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

and it takes her a LONNGGGG time to calm down, and she’s hiccuping and her eyes are so red and her nose is red and she’s trying to catch her breath

and harry is so perfectly patient, repeatedly apologizing and telling her he will always pick up at the first ring from now on. :((((

[lxstfulbeans]

*Busts in with a plastic bag of crack* You want some crack, kids? I’ll give it to ya! 🥸 So Y/N forgot where she placed her phone at and her crush decides to call her phone to help hear the ringtone so she can find it better. However, Y/N forgot that she uses funny ass ringtones for said crush and even has funny contact pics/names for them in her phone. Said songs are “Something about you girl” by Ice JJ Fish, “Wap” but with Carl Wheezer’s voice, “Interior Crocodile Alligator”, and the NFL theme song. I would love to see head cannons of this for Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa and Bakugo.

“Something about you girl” - Hawks. He’s saved as “KFC” and his contact pic is of him making the light skin face that sent y/n to orbit (he thought she deleted it cuz it’s cringy)

“Wap” - Dabi. He’s saved as “Patchy the Pirate” and his pic is a blurred image of him chasing Y/N.

“Interior crocodile alligator” - Aizawa. He’s saved as “Dad of 20” and his pic is of him laying face first in his sleeping bag

“NFL Theme song” - Bakugo. He’s “Boom Boom Pomeranian” and his pic is of a Pomeranian with his hair photoshopped on it.

I know they’ll give some funny reactions! They’ll look at sis confused and she’ll just go “See about that...” and book it when she takes her phone. This idea had me busting my pancreas 💀💀💀

Bruh I- 💀 I’m literally hearin these damn audios as I’m reading this ask, I’m rolling. This is the best 😂

— 3. 2. 1. ACTION!! —

HEADCANON: Y/N loses her phone and forgets that she saved crack-fuelled pictures and ringtones assigned to her crush.

KEIGO TAKAMI [HAWKS]:

You were losing your fucking mind at this point.

Where the fuck could you have misplaced your cellphone?? You had to meet your homegirls at the club for girls night, PRONTO!!

Keigo raised a brow as he walked in on you basically tearing apart your living room for your phone, almost crying from frustration. “Whoa, kid. Ya lose something?” He had the nerve to ask when it was clearly the case.

Sure, there was a whole lotta things to love about this bird-man, but that smartass attitude was gonna get slapped outta him.

“dId yOu lOsE sOmeThInG- YES FOOL MY DAYUM PHONE!!” You huff, throwing another couch cushion on the floor before you fell to the floor in exhaustion. “I got to meet the girls for girls night in twenty minutes, and I can’t find my phone!” You briefly explain.

You heard him chuckle, pulling out his own phone. “Okay, okay, calm down, kid. It ain’t the end of the world, y’know. I’ll just call it and we’ll listen out for the ringtone.” He says, scrolling for a bit before finding your contact, pressing the call button and..

That’s when y’all heard it.

“THERE’S SOMETHIN’ ABOUTCHA GURLL! THAT JUST MAKES MY HEAD WANNA TWIRL!!”

Your ringtone went off under the couch, making Keigo look at you with the most confused face ever, his wings puffing up as he looked at you, yet you couldn’t stop laughing as he used one of his feathers to drag the phone from under the couch.

“What the hell, kid?? I though you deleted this cringey ass selfie!” He whined, looking at the contact photo of him making that dumbass lightskin face that had you howling the other day. “And what the hell is this ringtone?? AND YOU SAVED ME AS KFC??”

“BRUH I CAN’T BREATHE SHUT UPP—“ You screech as you curl up, tears pricking your eyes as you roll on the floor. Keigo couldn’t help but snicker, rolling his eyes at you as he got you off the floor, “Okay, you got some explaining to do.”

“Well, you see, what had happened was-“ You begin, trying to hold back your laughter before snatching your phone and purse, running out of the door. “I’ll see you later, KFC!! I’m running late!”

DABI:

“Aw, damn! Where in the entire hell did I put my phone??” You groaned.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time you lost your phone and you swore it would’ve been the last. But, you were so caught up on multitasking with so much shit you wanted to get out of the way, you completely forgot about your phone.

You sighed as you now have to tear apart the lounge that you JUST straightened up, making this much worse than it had to be.

“Hey, little mouse. What’s with all the whining and hollering for?”

“I can’t find my phone, I’ve been all up in y’all raggedy-ass lair lookin’ for my shit so I can bounce!” You say with an eye roll as you placed your hands on your hips, clearly not in the mood for the bullshit right now.

“Okay, calm down. It’s just a phone, I can just call it and you can listen out for the ringtone.” He said with a sigh as he brought out his phone, dialing your number and waiting for the tone to play. The two of you went from room to room, getting more anxious everytime the phone went to voicemail. You were visibly going to cry, there was no way that you could’ve left your phone anywhere that WASN’T in the LOV Lair.

“I swear, if you start crying, I won’t let you live it down.” You hear Dabi mumble to you as you both entered the last room, dialing your number one last time until...

“NYEOW FROM THE TOP, MAKE IT DROP, THAT’S A WHAP. BRING A BUCKET AND A MOP, THAT’S WHAP”

Your phone was jamming out on a chair, Dabi looking at you like you just committed a grave sin while the ringtone played. The longer he stared at you, wanting an explanation, you can’t help but burst into laughter as you crawl to your phone, and let the tone finish.

You just hoped that your crush was still going to hang out with you after this crackhead mishap.

“MACARONI IN A POT, THAT’S A WHAP. JIMMYY”

Dabi was literally at a loss for words, (lookin’ a lil like confused bakugou rn 👀) as you wheezed in laughter. “[Y/N]... what in the fuck was that?” He asked, you can tell he was serious from how low and menacing your name was said. You were either about to run for your life or die laughing.

“And why the fuck is my name, “Patchy The Pirate”? And what the hell is this photo?” He asked again. Man, was it getting hot in there or was it just you?

“Well, you see here, uh- MOINK!” You shout, howling in laughter as you were chased around the building. Kurogiri shaking his head in disappointment.

SHŌTA AIZAWA (DADDY. ERASERHEAD):

“Oh no.”

“Oh, no...”

“Oh, no no no no no..”

This cannot be happening, this CANNOT be happening right now. Lord have mercy, please let today not be the day.

“Goddamn it, where’s my phone?!”

Yep, your phone. Your new phone that Shōta got for your birthday, who you also had a huge crush on but would never tell that to ANYONE. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t lose this phone, it was definitely the most precious thing ever.

“Fuuuuck!” You whined, already on the verge of panicking while your tore apart your room for that birthday gift. “Hey, what’s all this racket for? I’m trying to sleep.” said your friend, roommate, and crush, Shōta.

“I-I’m just lookin’ for somethin’, Shō! Sorry for all this noise..” you mumbled an apology as you continued your search, swinging your arm around underneath the bed.

“You lost your phone, didn’t you, [Y/N]?”

DAMN, he catches on quick for somebody who sleeps 25/8. Maybe it’s because you don’t really have trouble looking for stuff unless it’s something really important to you.

You sighed, the embarrassment and disappointment washing over you as you laid in defeat on the floor. “Yeah.. I can’t find it..” you mumbled.

The older man sighed, cracking his neck as he got out his phone. “Okay, just calm down. I’ll call it and we’ll just listen out for your ringtone, okay? If we can’t hear it, we’ll track it.”

God, why was he so hot when he took responsibility? You couldn’t help but sit up and nod at his words as he scrolled through his contacts until he found your name, confirming the call until..

“INTERIOR CROCODILE ALLIGATOR. I DRIVE A CHEVROLET MOVIE THEATER.”

Your phone blasted the same line over and over, as hard as you tried to contain it, you couldn’t help but screech in laughter when you looked up to see Shōta’s disturbed, confused, and concerned face as he picked up your phone from underneath your dresser.

“”Dad of 20”?? What the hell type of name is that?” He asked, the iconic sleeping bag worm as his contact photo. The joke behind it was the fact that he was a whole teacher at U.A. You always thought it was cute that he was basically a father figure to those future heroes.

Plus, you wouldn’t stop joking about them being his, “lil chilrens”.

“Aight, aight. I wanna thank you for finding my phone, I promise not to lose it again!” You quickly say, trying to creep out of the room until you were confined with his capture weapon.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Fuck..

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

“Hey, dumbass! Hurry up, or we’ll miss the movie!”

Damn, damn, damn!! You can’t believe you just lost your phone right now, you could’ve sworn you left it on your bed before you started fixing your hair in the bathroom.

“Shit, shit! Bakugou, can you help me find my phone real quick? Pretty please?” You call out to him, really anxious because you were really looking forward to this movie and you could not miss a second of it!

“Ugh, are you serious?? What did I tell you about keeping up with your shit!” He groaned, getting out his phone as he dialed your number and listened to the trill.

“I know, I know! I promise I’ll be more careful!” You say as you listened out for it, only to pull aside your blankets to see your vibrating phone with the ringtone on blast.

Oh yes, the NFL Theme. What made you lose your shit was Bakugou’s flabbergasted facial expression as he looked down at your contact photo and nickname for him.

You couldn’t help but cackle as you saw a vein pop out, popping hands reaching out for you. “Hey! What the fuck is this shit?? Imma show you a pomeranian!” He shouted.

“Katsu! Katsu! Relaaaxx!! You know you’re my bestie and I love you, but we got a movie to catch so let’s do this later fam.” You snicker, trying to calm yourself down as you yoinked your phone and took off out the door with your purse.

“OH, JUST WAIT UNTIL WE GET BACK HOME!”

— END SCENE —

Sorry that Bakugou’s was kinda short! But, hope you enjoyed these!

[chateautae]

hey sammy how r u doing? just wanted to let u know that i’m rereading mid for the 5th time (don’t judge me lol) and i was wondering half way thro reading it what was ur favorite chapter to write and read? mine is definitely chapter 8! i love everything about that chapter it’s literally my favorite it’s so well written and the emotional build-up is just on point. you’re a genius i swear. also i know ure writing hotter than hell rn too and i can’t wait for it but i wanted to know is hotter than hell coming before to turn a bad thing good or after? cuz jk has been killing me lately and i can’t wait for a fanfic of his honestly. also thank you so much for ur writing i swear it keeps me sane sometimes lol🤍

I COULD NEVER JUDGE!! Ugh this is such a dream to hear as an author so thank you for making it come true 🥺💓 NAURRR this is such a tough question for me since every chapter was made with my utmost love and effort and having a favourite is uGH. But i think in terms of writing and the overall quality of the chapter's content, my favourites are definitely either chapter 8, chapter 10 or the final!! I shall answer the hotter than hell question at the end too hehe 😌

Chapter 8 was just completely my everything because the writing came so easily to me and i had been envisioning the exact scenes of angsty tension and that club scene since forever!! The scene where they dance and things are hot is probably the first real scene of maybe I do i ever thought of so seeing it play out was just OOF.

Chapter 10 is one of my favourites because being able to not only play around with the story but play around with the mid babies as a couple was possibly my favourite. Their little conversations or moments of pure happiness are perhaps my ultimate favourite because it's just them having this wonderful connection i enjoy illustrating, not to mention wifey oc really opening up about her trauma was some of the most raw writing i had ever produced.

Lastly, the final will always have a special place in my heart because I had always originally thought of the idea of a pregnancy scare, but i had never fleshed it out nor thought about her ever hiding it so much from him. The idea of her becoming so overwhelmed by it that it leads them to that devastating bathroom scene was possibly some of the realest writing i had ever had the capacity to depict because UGHHHH the idea was just everything, and tae lowkey knowing but giving her the time to talk was beautiful of. The little snapshots of their life was mere perfection to me and just the idea of them re-doing their wedding was always such a beautiful moment i had planned.

AHHH I'VE RAMBLED but thank you so much for asking me this question, it's not often i get asked of my opinion as the author!! Tysm for loving and reading maybe I do and i'm so glad you enjoyed the story!! hotter than hell will for sure come before to turn a bad thing good! i'm going to finish the lucifer jk story in its entirety before i move onto another jk!!

[lovehugsandcandy]

One-on-One (ColtxMC, n*fw)

A/N: So the incomparable @omgjasminesimone has been keeping us FED rn (thank you, you are AMAZING) and then I saw there was a ColtxMC prompt she couldn’t fill (and I completely understand why) and...well....I hate to see my Colt stans go hungry. This is the AU scenario for “I’m a cheerleader, and you play basketball for the rival school. We’ve never spoken, but when you smile and wink at me like that I have a very hard time remembering not to cheer for you.” Anon, this is n*fw but, if that’s not your thing, lmk and I can easily cut that part out.

Length: ~3,500 words (why can’t I write something short, why why why?)

Rating: N*FW (Sex. Swearing. Fighting. Blood. Stupidity.)

Pairing: Colt x MC, RoD

Summary: Ellie cheers for the Langston basketball team, wholly focused on supporting them....right?

“I’ll be right back, I swear.”

“I can’t believe you-” The swinging doors cut Ingrid off as Ellie hustled out of the Langston basketball court. They had thirty minutes until the game started; the least she could do was get some studying done.

The opposing team filed past her as she rushed by, fresh off the bus and heading to their locker room. A few of the guys gave her the eye-God, she hated how short these skirts were- but she ignored them, ducking into the tiny room the Langston cheerleaders had commandeered as their own, quickly nabbing her textbook from her locker. 

When she emerged, chiding herself to return the book clutched to her chest before the game began, the hallway was empty except for one lone player, slowly making his way up the hall, eyes glued to his phone. The basketball jersey revealed very toned arms, but he didn’t even see her until he almost walked into her.

“Excuse you.” He looked up and Ellie froze as intense eyes widened above sculpted cheekbones. Her heart beat faster as he sized her up, smirking. “Quantum Mechanics. Really.”

“What?” Her eyes narrowed. Well, he was cute...before he spoke. “You think cheerleaders are all dumb or something?”

“You said it, sweetheart, not me.”

“Excuse me?” 

“I mean, your sport is clapping for other people while they do sports,” he scoffed. “I’m not sure that intelligence-”

“I will have you know that cheerleading is physically demanding and mentally taxing.”

He raised his arms, palms up, placating her with a nod. “I’m not saying it isn’t. Christ, I’m not blind. I know how hard it is. I just think that, with all the talent and hard work, you all would realize that you’re capable of much more than sitting courtside.”

She opened her mouth and paused. It seemed like there was a backhanded compliment somewhere in there, but she was too taken aback to parse through the sass.

“Ha,” he taunted, “especially sitting courtside while we kick Langston’s ass.”

“Excuse me?” Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not gonna-”

“Oh, it’ll happen.”

“You so sure about it?”

“I am.” His eyes lingered on her face, stopping intently on her lips before pulling back up to meet her glare. “How about this?” He stepped closer and Ellie suddenly realized how alone they were. The hallway was completely deserted; the other players were in their locker rooms, the spectators were waiting for the first jump, and it was just her and this mysterious, challenging rival. “Let’s make a bet on it, then.”

“You’re on.”

“Ok…” He smiled, a slow widening of his lips; her stomach lurched. “If we win, you give me a kiss.”

“What?” she sputtered.“You’re not gonna win.”

“Oh, we will.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ok. Fine. And when Langston wins?”

“Then I give you a kiss.”

“What?!? No way! It sounds like you always win here.”

“Oh, no.” He stepped even closer to positively purr in her ear. “You always win. Cuz I’m gonna kiss you so good you forget your own name.” Her breath caught as his teeth slid down her earlobe and she had to stop her traitorous fingers from curving in the number on his jersey.

He stepped back with a smirk, and Ellie had to consciously force breath through suddenly dry lips. With a wink, he turned down the hallway; she had to wait for her heart to stop racing until her feet followed.

~~~~~

Ellie tried to ignore him, but it was practically impossible. She was supposed to be cheering for her own school, but the mysterious boy was omnipresent, all over the court and her thoughts. Every time their eyes met, he shot her a wink, whether he was sitting on the bench, jogging up-court after a layup, or once even mid-pass, flipping the ball behind a defender while his eyes were solely trained on her.

She couldn’t focus. She could barely pay attention to her own team when it felt like her eyes were searching for his every second.

The worst was during the halftime show, when his haughty gaze found hers mid-split. The quirk of his eyebrows and the way his eyes suggestively traced down her legs made it very clear exactly what he was thinking. 

And if it wasn’t, the lascivious, exaggerated wink left no doubt.

Her face burned through the rest of the routine and she was grateful to slump to her seat, her roommate sliding next to her.

“Did Colt Kaneko just wink at you?”

Ellie took a giant gulp of water, stalling, as Ingrid’s suspicious eyes poured into her. “Who?”

“Who?!? Colt Kaneko, that’s who. He’s only the best point guard in the state.”

Ellie shrugged. She wasn’t blind; he obviously had talent. He was fast, weaving between defenders as if they were standing still. His passes were on target, and he shot a decent three. But his biggest talent, as far as she could tell, was his brain. He read the court well, seemingly able to project where a Langston player would sprint and then pass the ball a split-second before they arrived, leaving them flailing in midair. It was almost surgical, the way he presciently  mapped the progression of the play before it occurred, as if he could read minds.

She was almost impressed.

His talents continued through the entire game until, eight minutes into the fourth period, the Langston center lunged hard, roughly fouling Colt at the arc; Ellie winced as they both went crashing down, shrill shriek of sneakers and thud of bodies on parquet audible even over the ref’s whistle.

“What the fuck?” Colt was up like a shot, on his feet and livid, the Langston center following, jerkily, gargantuan hands tucked into weighty fists. “What the fuck was that foul?”

“You got a problem, man?”

She sucked in a breath as the indistinct jawing turned into shoving. “Colt!” she shouted but it was lost in the jeering of the crowd. Their center had almost a foot on him; what the hell was he even thinking?

The ref raced over, whistle screaming shrilly in his mouth, but he wasn’t fast enough, The shoves turned into a full-on brawl, fists flying in a crowd of muscled bodies as more and more players joined in. She leapt to her feet but, in the rush of jerseys, it was hard to see exactly what was happening, both teams crowding around, obscuring her view of the fight at the center.

Finally, when the refs got the situation under control, her heart dropped. Colt was still furious, the blood streaming down his face not stopping him from a heated conversation with the ref, while the Langston center fared no better, hand covering a cut on his forehead while his split lip looked like it would need stitches.

They were both led away, ejected, Colt gesturing sharply the entire way. But right before they showed him the door, he looked back, eyes searching the crowd until they met hers. His face fell, and he had the sense to look ashamed for a moment before he was herded out the door.

~~~~~

Ellie’s leg bounced, nervously waiting for the final whistle. She kept cheering, pom-poms high in the air, but it was half-hearted. Langston was down by five and, with no fouls to give and no timeouts, the ending was basically locked up. Once the stopwatch clanged, groans roaring from the crowd as the Langston loss was official, she sprang to her feet, relieved that the game was finally over. With a weak goodbye to Ingrid thrown over her shoulder, she pushed through the crowd, heading away from exits, down the deserted halls towards the locker rooms.

A crowd of opposing players bounced by her, jauntily celebrating their victory, but she paid them no mind, turning the corner and stopping short as she spied a familiar figure reclining on a bench, long legs sprawled on the tile floor as he held a towel to his nose.

His eyes widened, and he stood as she approached. “You came...” His voice caught with wonder until a familiar smirk split his face. “I thought I lost my shot.”

“You are an idiot.”

“Hey! An idiot who kicked Langston’s ass.”

“What?!? You got ejected from the game!  It devolved into a fistfight between two absolute  morons!”

“We still won though.” He stood, blood-stained towel dabbing at his nose. “So where’s my kiss?”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you- urgh. Your nose is still bleeding. I’m not- Christ, come here.” She grabbed his bicep and pulled, fingers digging into the cut of solid muscle as she dragged him through the door of the visitor’s locker room.

“I’m not so sure you’re supposed to be in here.”

“Shut it.” She sped by the lockers to the bathroom, walking past the showers to grab some toilet paper. “Let me see.”

He stood dutifully still as she swiped at his nose, hand on his chin turning his face side-to-side as she assessed the bruising. The blood had stopped flowing, thankfully, a tiny stain of red under one nostril all that remained of his stupid brawl.

“You’re lucky it’s not broken,” she huffed

He shrugged. “Would have been worth it.”

He was so close to her, again, a wall of heat and muscle in front of her, looking down with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.”You’d break your nose for a win?"

“Or for a kiss.”

She was beginning to hate that smirk...or hate how much she liked it. Rolling her eyes, she stepped forward, meeting his lips in the briefest of pecks. When she stepped back, his jaw dropped. “You really did it…” he wondered aloud.

She quirked a shoulder, turning to go. “Why not?” A hand on her arm stopped her and, in the next instant, his lips were on hers faster than she could process. Her previous quick kiss meant nothing. But this? God. His lips captured hers as if he had been waiting all game just to swallow the needy moans from her mouth. Her hands flew to his hair, silken strands tangling in her fingers as his palms wrapped around her hip bones, pulling her flush against him as his lips never left hers, tongue teasing the seam until her lips parted, making her brain short circuit.

He pulled back and her eyes fluttered open, breath coming fast. “Wait, what’s your name?” he asked.

“Uhh...Ellie?”

“Dammit. You still remember.” And with that, sturdy hands were pushing her against the wall so his lips could meet hers again, pulling the breath from her lungs before sliding up her jaw, down her neck, teasing bites and kisses making her tangle her hands in his jersey, pulling him closer. Grinding her hips, she felt his cock twitch and her head fell back against the wall, heat flaring up her spine.

“Colt?” Oh my God, her voice was weak, barely a whine, and she would have been embarrassed had his hands not been tracing winding paths up the back of her shirt, sliding between uniform and skin in a blazing trail of heat. She pulled again on his jersey, tucking her hands underneath to trace the sculpted muscles hiding beneath. “Colt, please?”

She almost complained at the loss of his mouth on her neck when he ducked away; but when she caught sight of him pulling his shirt over his head, the words caught in her mouth. He was all lean muscle, broad shoulders, cut abs, and her fingers twitched to trace down the v-shape that led into his shorts.

“Goddamn,” she murmured.

The haughty grin was back. “Like what you see?”

She didn’t answer, only pulled him closer to trail desperate fingertips past the elastic of his shorts, teasing at soft skin, and it was like a switch had been flipped. He yanked her shirt over her head, sports bra flying away next as his lips descended to suck a nipple into his mouth. Sneakers were next, kicked off as his teeth dug possessively into her stomach before going even lower, kneeling as his lips stopped at the waist of her cheer skirt.

“Fuck, I like this skirt,” he growled, palms running up her inner thigh. “I’m gonna fuck you in it next time.”

“Next time?” She could barely speak. Fuck, she could barely breathe. “What next time?”

“They’ll be a next time,” he vowed, and the smirk was back as he pulled, shucking every stitch off her and himself before he returned to the ground, tongue tracing a meandering path up her thighs as she shivered, pulling at his hair as his mouth edged closer, until finally, finally, his lips slid over sensitive skin, then through her folds, then zeroing in on her clit, gentle suction making her eyes fly shut.

Body quivering, her vision went dark as her nails dug sharp crescents into his shoulders. She tried to pull him closer, fingers moving with a mind of their own as his tongue found her clit and the room spun. Thank God he was holding her up, strong hands spread over her thighs, pressing her against the wall; she was inches from melting into the floor, his tongue flicking against where she was most sensitive and drawing designs that made her nerves sing in response. She was so focused on her peak, hurtling towards her like a freight train, that she almost didn’t hear the slamming of the locker room door.

“Kaneko? You still in here?”

She opened her eyes, struggling to get air in her lungs. “Shit! I’m not supposed to be-”

“I know, I know,” he whispered and stood, eyes frantically searching the room before he pulled her into a shower stall, quickly shoving the dingy curtain shut behind them.

“What are you-?”

“Shhh,” he hissed and turned the shower on, boxing her against the wall.

“He’s gonna-”

His hands were on her bare waist and she swallowed as he leaned against her. “Shhh, he’s not gonna come in here.” The water was falling behind him, a steady stream turning warmer and sluicing over the back of his head. 

She put her hands through his wet hair and pulled him closer. “Fine,” she murmured into his mouth before finding his lips again.

“Kaneko, you in here?”

Colt pulled back and glared at the flimsy curtain, all that separated her from definite expulsion from the cheer team. “Yeah, Coach,” he called, “I’m in the shower.”

The footsteps got closer. “Uh oh. He’s gonna see my feet,” Ellie hissed, peering through the steam starting to fill the stall. She couldn’t see anyone but there was movement, steadily getting closer, and her fingers tensed into his sides.

He stared at her, question in his eyes, hands traveling to the back of her thighs.

She stared back for a beat before nodding. “Please. God, yes, please.”

His lip quirked and, before she knew it, he lifted, picking her up so her back hit the wall, her legs circled around his waist, and his cock slowly slide through her folds. She had to bite his shoulder to muffle the whimper from her mouth as his cock stretched her walls, back arching, legs tightening, every part of her pulling him even closer as he thrust..

“Fuck…” he growled in her ear, “you feel incredible.”

“What did you say?” the Coach shouted.

“I said,” Colt coughed, and it took him a second to compose his voice. “I said...let me finish my shower.”

The footsteps stopped. Ellie heard a weary sigh just outside the room; she didn’t dare to move, to breathe, though it was hard to stifle the sounds when Colt swiveled his hips in tiny circles. “The bus leaves in five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” Colt smirked at her and another pivot had her mouth falling open. “I mean, I hope I’m not that quick.”

“What? Just….just hurry the fuck up.” Thankfully, the steps receded until the locker room door slammed.

“That was close.” Colt breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought he would never leave.”

“Colt?”

“Yeah?”

“Just fuck me.”

“Demanding…” He rolled his hips again and her back pushed against him, wordlessly begging for more. The tile behind her was cool but she was burning, fire of his hands tight on her thighs, his lips tracing scorching lines down her jaw, flame engulfing every nerve endings. Even the water couldn’t cool her as it continued falling, soaking his hair, tiny rivulets dripping off his face and onto her chest; Colt followed each one with his tongue as his hips moved, demanding, pushing her back against the wall with each targeted thrust.

“Colt...oh my God, Colt, please!”

“I love how you moan my name, fuck.” He moved faster, and she clung to him. The rhythm of his hips was making needy sounds pour out of her mouth and, now, she didn’t have to be quiet. His name echoed off the bathroom tile, in a frenzied tone she had never heard leave her throat, and she dimly hoped that everyone else was far, far from the locker room hallway.

“Fuck, Ellie.” He moved, somehow balancing her against the wall while one hand slid down her stomach, then lower, thumb finding her clit. She keened. She couldn’t think, his cock driving inside her, his thumb keeping a steady frantic beat against her, it was all too much; all she could do was cling to his shoulders as he swiveled his hips just so and the world exploded, stars raining down where water had been, her body shaking so wildly that she almost missed Colt’s groan in her ear, strained and gruff as he pulsed inside her.

The world stopped spinning and was eventually, blessedly still. The only sound was the shower, water pattering against tile, and the soft breath, low in her ear. She felt drained, weak in the best way, and she let her head fall against the wall as Colt peeled off of her. Her legs were spasming when he lowered her to the ground; she had to clutch his shoulder with a tight fist before she regained the ability to move.

When her legs were able to support her weight, he stepped back into the spray of the water, shaking his head so water streamed in wild droplets from his hair before he pulled her under as well, folding muscular arms around her waist as the warm water poured through her hair.

“So…” he mused, running his hands down her back. “Quantum Physics? Really?”

“What is your problem?” She pushed at his shoulder. “Apparently cheerleaders can be smart too, you know.”

“Hey, no problem here. I like smart girls.”

“Then yes, Quantum Physics. I’m a Biomechanical Engineering major.”

“Damn. Sexy.”

Her head shot up, and it took a second to realize that he was being genuine, warmth in his eyes making her flush. She swallowed. “What’s your deal, then? Ingrid said you’re the best point guard in the state.”

He shrugged. “Is that your blond friend?”

“How did you….oh yeah. You watched me all freaking game.”

“I noticed you before that.” The tips of his ears reddened. Ellie blinked.

“What...what do you mean?”

“We played you earlier in the season, back home.” He shrugged, fixing his gaze on the knob as he turned the shower off. “All the other cheerleaders hung outside, flirting with the players. And you were studying on the bus.”

Ellie stared at his back as he pushed through the curtain “Wait a minute…” They had traveled upstate, earlier in the season, but she barely remembered the trip. She had spent the entire time cramming, spending every spare second with her nose in formulas and problem sets. “I had a big orgo test the next day.”

He shrugged, handing her a towel as she stepped out. “I scored 30 points, and you didn’t even look at me.”

“Maybe you need to do more than that to impress me.”

“Noted.” He held her gaze so long that she had to look away, fiddling with her skirt before sliding it over her hips.

“We should…” She tried not to blush but the way he was gawking at her, watching her put her uniform back on? It was a struggle. “We should go.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and tossed his towel in the hamper. As he passed by her, he muttered, “Damn shame though.” She chuckled ruefully as she watched him open a locker and dig out a change of clothes.

Once they were both as decent as possible, they headed back out into the hall, heading towards the entrance. She was cognizant that each step towards the door was a step closer to the end of this fling. 

“You gonna be at nationals?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, biting his lip.

“Yeah, definitely.” Langston only had to win one more game to make it to the playoffs; with five games left in the season, it was a lock. “We’re gonna win it all this year.”

He pushed the door open, and they stepped into the blinding sun. “Really?”

“Even if I have to get on the court myself, we’re beating you.” His bus was waiting, the coach busy scribbling on a clipboard.

“Ha. A little one-on-one?” Gentle fingers circled her wrist, and he pulled her closer, smirk back on his face. “I could take you.”

“You sure about that?”

“Guess we’ll have to see.” He tilted her head up to capture her lips again; Ellie could dimly hear shouting coming from the bus but, with his fingers stroking up the back of her shirt to tease bare skin, it didn’t matter. Nothing did except his lips on hers and the roaring in her ears. “I’m gonna get in trouble for cavorting with the enemy.” He spoke against her mouth and she had to taste the smile on his lips, one last time.

“Especially if we win at Nationals.”

He squeezed her fingers between his own before walking over to the bus. She had just turned away when he called after her, “How ‘bout this?” 

“What?” She stopped to look over her shoulder, taking in the laughing smirk and gleam in his eyes.

“I’ll see you at Nationals. And if we win, you owe me a kiss.”

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[selfcareparker]

okay fghsgdj yes you can say girl ! my pronouns are she/her :) okay but fr pause, i read this like 3 minutes after you posted it (or at least my notif said 3mins lmao) bUT IM IN BED AND I USUALLY HAVE MY COMPUTER OPEN WITH YOUR RESPONSE SO I MAKE SURE I ADDRESS EVERYTHING AND THEN SEND IN THE ASK ON MY PHONE HDGSJSH anyway, time to get my ass up 😔 but wait i find you so funny like honestly, reading that cracked me all the way up. and i feel the “lol” thing so hard!!!! idk why i do it all the time (i’m tryna stop) but i’ll say something with lol at the beginning and lol at the end... it might be a defense mechanism at this point lol (😔) AND (i need to stop with the uppercase too it’s not funny anymore) I DONT KNOW WHY I LAUGHED SO HARD JDHSK WHEN YOU SAID ALSO AGAIN HAHAHAH LIKE UR HAHHAH also my sleep schedule is not pretty either lmao but i’m homeschooled so i never have to get up for anything? hhdhsis idk but i’m glad you slept!! you need sleep!!

also (pls no i cannot) why did i not know what ykwim meant until i reread this?? like it makes so much sense- anyway! i think it’s so cool that you’re excited for university! idk why but i do lol like you’re getting ready for the future (masters degree and all that) & you’re (maybe) going to england anyway so that’s cool haha (hopefully when you go you can see your relatives 🤞🏾)

the fact that you get happy seeing my asks i- 💓💓

you make me wanna go to London & England so bad urghhhh like i’ve only been out of the country once (to Canada for a family reunion) but it sounds so prettyyyyy & i’m so sorry that cov*d is messing everything up and i hope you can see your relatives soon :(

now to address the whole english speaking/writing: I FIND THAT SO WEIRD DUHSKSJ i don’t know how an english speaking person could say that if you don’t write it 100% grammatically correct.... that it’s wrong? when literally, over here at least, WE’RE SO GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT HAHHAAH in both the way we talk and write!! and lol you’re welcome,, AND THE PARAGRAPH DID MAKE SENSE HDHSJSH & your rant is fine because... that is actually a bit ??? bc no one writes with 100% grammar lol

OH MY GOSH (see this uppercase thing is addictive) YOU STUDIED LATIN FOR 6 YEARS??? that’s really cool 🥺 the way that you know/speak 3+ languages i- NOT EVEN 3+ LIKE 6+ (german, english, latin, french, serbian, italian, and everything that comes with latin lmao) even if it’s just a tiny bit like wowee. it is really fascinating!!! i had the opportunity to take latin and i... didnt. i took art instead BUT ONLY CUZ MY FRIENDS WERE IN THAT CLASS AND ART LOOKED FUN IM SORRY

PLEASE WHY DO YOU KNOW EVERYONE?? that sounds so fricking cool tell your mom (mum or mama it’s really fine lol) that she sounds awesome. i think Jamaica would be fun either way!! i mean it looks pretty from pictures? i was a baby so i honestly have no recollection hahaha

LMAOO NOT U SAYING THIS IS LONGER THAN SOME OF MY FICS- PLEASE GIRL IM TELLING YOU I VERBALLY LAUGHED HAHAHAHAHAH but yea you really don’t need to apologize i like reading everything you say 🥺 HDKSHS AND UR FINE WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT ME BEFORE uhhh hmm uhh lemme think i, well, i saw chaos walking yesterday (big tom holland fan over here) and it was alright.. my mom acted a fool at all the jump scares LMAO but it was funny... since i’m talking about movies (this is hella random i know) but i like shark movies HDKJSSJ my favorite is the meg (it’s so good ohmigosh) and the 47 meters down movies aren’t bad either... i have two younger brothers... iiiii AM IN LOVE WITH MUSIC PHEW anddd i’m homeschooled (i think i mentioned that lol) i think that’s a good amount ahahaha AND IM HUNGRY RN JDHSJ

now. please. let me address the edit. i just want you to know that.. when i talk about your fics and i finish them and everything i’m not looking for more? like obviously if you’re writing i’m gonna read it but you don’t need to feel pressured or anything (idk if you do) to put more fics out lol like they’re great and i’m just sending the praise bc i love the ones that are there :’) but i’m so happy you’re working through your writers block!!! yay so so happy for you!!! and PUHLEASE anything you write is fantastic, i feel the exact same way when i write but girl. you’re fine. it’s gonna be great. (idk if this made any sense but... okay)

(and my cousin calls her mom mama so it’s really okay hahah i even call my mom mama sometimes) (and where you got the number “16 sentences” beats me but i still cracked up) (is this me pretending i had tags? maybe) HAHAHAHA OK BYE ❤️❤️ why did this take me so long to send i have no clue, AND WHY AM I OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING I SAID SHAJSHSJ ANYWAY BYE btw i love us too... like iconic // lovely anon 💓

me reading this:

also the dedication you put into sending me stuff— like with the laptop and phone and ahsksk 🥺🥺🥺

i’ll update you when i’ve started uni btw, i’m getting more and more excited every single day haha but i still have 3 weeks until it starts and even then I’ll obviously have to get used to it and everything, but you’re making me even more excited about it sksjshsg

yeah i wanna go to england too dkshsh let’s be sad together over the fact the we can’t travel eksjsh😔😭 but hopefully the wait will make it even better in the end <33 also i talk to loads of relatives over the phone at least once a week so it’s not too bad for me! but i miss their house 😭lmao

and i knowww snshsh so many native english speakers just make so many mistakes— and obviously i get that some things are slang but some things are simply wrong ajsh, the thing is no one has ever told me that my english is bad (i know it’s not bad anyway, but i’m still insecure) or no one has ever pointed out any mistakes, but yeah it’s mostly just insecurity dkshsg but yes thanks for saying what you said (previously as well as in this ask)😌🥰

Okay now for latin— girlll i don’t blame u for choosing art over latin esp. when all of your friends are doing art as well!! I’d choose art over latin as well lol skshsg but in year 6 we had to choose between latin and french, and at the time i didn’t like french? which was dumb of me and now i wanna learn french ekdhs but i don’t regret choosing latin at all bc if i properly learn french one day then i’ll already know understand loads of stuff (or at least some stuff lol) just thanks to latin 😌😌 but still, art>>>latin skskshshgs

I wanna watch chaos walking too!!! But i don’t get when/where/how it’s out lmao, cinemas are still closed here so i’ll either have to wait or find it somewhere online... il*egally 🥰 i don’t have high expectations at all btw but i like daisy and tom and the dog🥺 so i think i’ll enjoy it

GIRL SHARK FILMS SHARK FOLMS SKSJSHSHS okay so there are a few classics i haven’t watched yet, and also a few new ones that i haven’t seen yet BUT I LOVE SHARK FILMS SO MUCH SKSHSGSGSKK the first like proper shark film i ever watched was the shallows (which i like but my brain is still too small to comprehend what happened at the end (i mean i get it but i just can’t imagine it— idek if you’ve seen the film but skshhs)) and after watching it three times it does get a bit boring (but now whenever i see pictures or videos of big waves i’m just waiting for a shark to show up like come ON SKSJSG

^^^that pic/scene really traumatised me sksjsh but i still like the film

I only watched jaws like a few months ago, and i get that it’s a classic and also that it’s old and they just didn’t have the best.. equipment or special effects or whatever but i mean... look at meg and then look at jaws.... no disrespect to jaws at ALL but the meg is so much cooler. (That one scene on the boat where the shark just JUMPS OUT OF THE WATER AND SKSJSHHSUSJHA i get such a shock every time it’s so good (and the dog aww aksjshssli 🥺🥺🥰 and the boy with the ice cream lmao he’s iconic)

47 metres down, wow, i liked that film too. (i’ve only watched the original/first one i think) i mean that is such a fucking nightmare scenario like ALSJDHSNEMSKDJSHSJSKWBALSODUEWBSLDKHDJSNSKSKSHSGEBWKAISGSHEKEKSKLDJDJDHDHSHAGGA (that’s the best way i can express my feelings about that scenario lmao)

oh and i’ve recently been watching more horror films but i don’t know if they’re for me... I like the thrill and whatever but i just end up being scared for my life when i have to go to the bathroom at night or when i’m trying to sleep bc suddenly my mind is flooded with all the scary shit from the films 💀💀💀

and music i mean... you know those people who just don’t listen to music? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM???? i honestly like all genres especially in the last year, i am IN LOVE with Nicki Minaj + Megan andddd Stormzy and i like Harry Styles but i prefer his first solo album (and obviously one direction has bangers i have a throwback 1D session at least once a month), I also love MGK especially his new stuff and otherwise i mostly listen to german artists lmao. So who do you like?💖 (WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YOURE GONNA SAY SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SKAHAGUS IF YOU LISTEN TO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MUSIC DONT JUDGE ME AJSHDJS) (i know you’re not gonna judge me but)

++ @ the thing you said about writing, don’t worry, i don’t feel pressured at all!!! (not by you and not by anybody else.. except myself sometimes lol) and i’m just very happy that you liked my fics 🥰🥰🥰 and if i start telling people that i’m writing a fic then sometimes it puts a bit of (healthy) pressure on me. like yes sometimes it really is writer’s block, but sometimes i really am just lazy ddkshhd so now that i’ve told you i’m writing a fic i might get my ass up quicker than i would if i hadn’t told anyone 😌😌😌

[bloodgutsanchocolatecake]

Reasons I think my best friend has an ed:

Think I saw mention of it a long long time ago on a private tumblr she had like when we were 16 but I always figured she outgrew it

When we were in high school she used to get these like... chest pains. It was worrying for a while.

Too thin for a women her age. Has not gained the "babymaking" fat most women naturally gain in their 20s

Never eats. Like almost never. Has no consistent diet. When she does it's either two bites of a salad, salmon, ravioli, breakfast sandwhich, sweet potato or avocado. But there is no regularity to any of these things

Doesn't snack. At all. Never snacks. Never eats candy. Never eats junk food. I've seen her eat pizza 3 times in all my knowing her. Never seen her eat a burger.

Things she randomly binges in excess: cookies. Like so many tollhoise cookies it makes my stomach hurt to think about.

Popsicles too. Popsicles are def an Ana treat.

She's 5' 6 and 96 lbs. You don't stay that small naturally.

Thought we heard her puke after eating a bunch of food once.

Never accepts food spontaneously brought to her. Never ever eats it. Even if it's something I know she likes

Doesn't eat when she's depressed. Is always depressed.

Cold always

Bruises always

Claims to have "stomach aches" a lot and can't eat bc of it

Constantly busy never leaves time to eat

Loves green tea. Knows more about green tea than I did and I thought I was a tea aficionado.

Her breath. Can be. Gnarly.

If she does get fast food she never finishes it she'll eat like 2 chicken tenders or a kids nugget meal then put it in the fridge to rot.

If you tell her she needs to eat more she half heartedly says "I eat"

Never cooks her eggs with any oil

Her best friend (ya I know don't get me started) lived with us for a bit and that girl eats even less than Christina does. Literally. And I mean Literally. Survives of iced coffee, weed, Welch's gummies and lemon fizzy water. That's sus. She's also mean and lashes out a lot and I suspect it's hanger.

Says "Skinni™️" or "skinni legend" and I thought maybe it was a tiktok thing but I've only ever heard that language on the ED side of things

Pretty sure I saw a spoon chilling in her bathroom. Actually my last good small spoon was lost to her. Didn't think anything of it cuz I make my own body scrubs and I got a spoon in my shower too.

When you don't eat you have lots of extra time on your hands to like. Do your make up every day. I know this bc when I was underweight I'd skip breakfast before school or work or class to have time to do my make up

Whether it's conscious or not girl has an ed. I love her so much and shit is weird with us rn. But she has never made me feel bad about my body, always gasses me up, always compliments the things I don't like about myself, doesn't solely hang out with skinny bitches like she has friends with all types of bodies. I know she would never think less of me cuz of my weight tho I miss sharing clothes w her and I feel too insecure to be her friend when I'm this fat.

Her best friend tho definitely doesn't like me or my bf cuz we're fat. It's just one of those vibes you know you're right about. I can't wait to get super hot and fit but not rail thin and flaunt my muscles and body positivity in front of that dumb bitch.

[helpingmehelpmyself]

Woke up with a slight sore throat today, but kept it pushing. It made it somewhat painful to take deep breaths via mouth. I am primarily a mouth breather due to year round allergies tending to swell my nasal passages. I made sure to do a neti pot 3x today, Flonase in the morning and night and took allergy meds. Now my throat isn't so sore, but there is that pain when mouth breathing. I am primarily breathing out of one nostril since despite all that work, it's still swollen in one nostril. I drank warm green tea before bed. I have my humidifier set to a humidity of 50% with warm air for the rest of the night. I also have my air purifier on but it's mostly white noise at this point to help me sleep. I've read sleeping on my side with my head slightly elevated and a pillow between my legs will make breathing easier so I'm doing that and it's working. I don't want to worry right now because there is nothing I can do but wait until morning if it gets worse. I don't think it's getting worse anyways since the sore throat is gone but now it's time to go to sleep so of course I am thinking about it more. Hopefully, this writing to ease my mind will help so I can at least put myself to sleep without googling my symptoms or having my mind come up with worst case scenarios.

Let's focus on good things. One symptom has already disappeared. I have had this weird painful breathing before and my doctor thought it was anxiety related. My anxiety is triggered by my allergies which are year round so the action plan then was to be aggressive with my allergy medicine. I am doing that exact thing now which also helped me feel better in the past. I am quite mucusy in my throat which can be triggering and I took Mucinex this morning to help with it. I don't like taking it at night cuz it can also operate as a muscle relaxant and I don't like the feeling. I have access to "free" healthcare because my school has a clinic type place with real doctors and nurses for students. It's already included in tuition so I don't have to pay and my grants have covered my education. I also have health insurance so I can go to a doctor in town despite the copay. I am financial secure enough to take care of a copay. But currently, this doesn't matter. What matters is that my body is already making itself better, I will wake up after I sleep because this is not new, I am unemployed at the moment so I can focus on my health without repurcussions, and everything will be okay. Aggressive treatment works and I started it today. What's another day or two of treatment?

Game Plan: when I'm done writing this, try to go to sleep again. My sinuses are just about completely swollen rn despite doing a neti pot 30 minutes ago and Flonase 3 hrs ago. I am breathing easier via mouth while in bed and my sinuses may decrease in swelling once I turn to my side. Breathing, check. I will also keep my humidifier on to help add moisture to my room, soothe my throat when I mouth breath so I don't get a new sore throat (in all honesty, the mouth breathing could be the cause), and to kill any viruses in my room. Purifier is on to help me sleep, soothe my anxiety and to clean the air. If I am not feeling a little better in the morning, then I'll see the doctor. If I am feeling better, even if I'm not cured, I will continue with my aggressive home treatment. This will also include no seeing boyfriend and friends, monitoring my temperature (I don't have a fever), and not doing anything strenuous or stressful. Hot showers, warm tea, salt water gargles and the works. I think the only reason I'd leave the house is if I was going to the doctor or picking something up from Walgreens. Hands need to be washed after every bathroom break and before every meal (sometimes we can be forgetful, we're human. But this can really help). I'll decrease the amount of processed foods but still eat the foods I enjoy. Like maybe I get to have hummus with snap peas tomorrow along with my regular pb&j and bowl of cereal. Maybe even eat some of my favorite strawberry applesauce in the fridge. I started planning a vacation to Greece for sometime in the next couple of years so maybe I'll look into that more. I've wanted to watch the Bridget Jones trilogy for the first time and my homework could use some polishing before submission.

Overall, there is a plan tomorrow for whatever happens next. I need to accept that there is no need to worry about it now because nothing has happened. I can't treat myself until I do. I have a plan for if I get worse and if I get better. I'm already getting better but my mind doesn't want to focus on it. I am doing the best I can and I am listening to my body. I am not ignoring the signs my body gives me and I am going to take the time to take care of myself and my education at my pace without adding more stress. Stress won't make me healthier any faster. Taking a few days right now to situate myself will save me from taking a bunch of days later because I didn't take of myself.

I am incredibly privileged and blessed to be able to have the options available to me that will help me take care of myself and have support in case I need more than what I can provide. Not everyone has that ability and I don't know where I would be without healthcare and a growing awareness or my own mental health from the past decade. I know my triggers, know when it's my allergies/anxiety/depression and I know when my body tells me it is something else. Right now, my body is just telling me to relax, breath and sleep. I'm working on the first two to get me to the third. I will listen. I will take care. I will get better.

[zacharyleigh316]

If the place ain’t clean, there ain’t no Dean

What do I do to keep myself bus during quarantine?? Write fanfiction apparently! So here you go, a nice, fresh supernatural destiel ficlet for you. And it kinda relates to everything happening in the world rn (you’ll see why) but don’t fret, I didn’t write it to make a statement. I just really enjoy neat freak Dean, and there isn’t enough out there about him, so naturally that means it’s up to me to write it, right? Right?? But seriously though, even Dean says to wash your damn hands. If you won’t do it for me, or yourself, or anyone else, at least do it for him!

Ao3 link here

“If the place ain’t clean, there ain’t no Dean” | Not Rated | 2,309 word count

In which Dean is a neat freak and totally in denial about it, but Sam and his hot roommate know the truth. Or where Dean cleans Sam’s dorm while he’s away, and it’s totally worth it in the end.

Dean took one step into his brother’s dorm, and immediately regret every conscience decision to so. He hadn’t even been in there for more than a second, before his instincts kicked in, every part of his brain telling him to plot his escape and flee.

“Jesus Christ, Sammy!” He exclaimed, absolutely appalled.

Dean took another glance around, and grimaced, his large Sasquatch of a brother running out from the bathroom in a frenzy.

“What is it Dean? Everything alright?” He had to suppress a snort at his baby brother’s concerned expression, despite the answer being no, things were very not alright.

“What the hell is this Sam? Are you trying to make me die of a heart attack?”

Sam raised a brow, “You mean my room Dean? And you know can’t die of a heart attack at your age.”

“Hey, you don’t know that for sure,” Dean said, wagging a finger in his direction, “and this ain’t a room, Sammy, it’s a friggin pigsty. Have I taught you nothing?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Dean, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s not even that bad.”

“Not that-Sam! Are you friggin blind?” Dean shook his head in disbelief, eyeing the clothes and shoes strewn everywhere, the leftover pizza boxes on the coffee table, and the dirty dishes piled into the sink to the kitchenette all with a high level of disgust.

“I’m gonna need to bathe in freaking hand sanitizer afterwards.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Hey, you shut your face. I’m not dramatic, Sam. This is friggin serious. I mean, you wouldn’t take a girl home to this would you?” He took a reluctant step toward his baby brother, and tripped over something he didn’t even want to identify.

“Oh c’mon! This place is freaking disgusting man. Shit everywhere on the floor, left over food. Not to mention, it smells like a friggin boy’s locker room. Tell it to me straight, Sammy. Would you bring a girlfriend back here? Cuz I sure as hell, ain’t.”

“I honestly think girls are the least of my worries, Dean.” His older brother snorted, muttering something close to, I agree, before he grimaced again.

Sam rolled his eyes, and glared at Dean, “Seriously, studying for school and going to classes is more important than sleeping around...like some people.”

Dean glared back at Sam, and motioned around the room. “I get that Sammy, but freaking proper hygiene is important too.”

“Well, Castiel doesn’t seem to mind it.” Sam said, matter of factly, bringing Dean up short.

“Cas-Casteel-what? Who the hell is that, and why should I care?”

Sam sighed, “My roommate, Dean.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “You’ve got a friggin roommate, and he’s okay with it? Oh god.”

“Again you’re being dramatic.”

“There’s two of ‘em.”

“Dean...” Sam said, exasperated, and sporting one of his famous bitch faces.

“Alright, alright. But mark my words, Sammy, one day you’ll be in classes, and I’m gonna come in here and clean this entire room. It’ll be spotless. You won’t know what hit you.”

“Whatever.”

“Now finish getting ready so we can go out for lunch. I don’t want to be in here any longer than I have to be, bitch.” Dean shooed him off, taking one final look around the room, and suppressed the oncoming shudder.

“Yeah, sure. Jerk.” Sam went back in the bathroom while Dean secretly planned his operation: Clean the Moose Den.

Dean slowly opened the door to door to his brother’s dorm, and checked to see if the coast was clear. If he was correct in his assumption, and he very rarely was ever wrong, he should have timed his arrival perfectly to when Sam would be in class.

The dorm was quiet, and definitely still an awful mess. This time Dean didn’t hold back the shiver that went down his spine, already feeling the germs crawling all over him.

“Alright, Sammy. This’ll each you not to be so disgusting next time.” He muttered to himself, walking into his brother’s bedroom to retrieve his hamper.

“What’s the point of having this if you aren’t going to use this, man?”

Dean started with picking up the clothes, making sure they were his brother’s before stuffing them into the hamper. He hung Sam’s overly sized jackets back in his closet, and put his shoes on the mat by the door.

“Seriously, you’d think he was raised in a freaking barn.” He shook his head, and grabbed a garbage bag.

“You need a mask and friggin gloves to even make your way around.” Dean threw away all the left over food, including the pizza boxes and take out containers.

It was dirty work, that just had to be done. And if no one else was going to do it, Dean was the obvious choice.

He started in the kitchenette next, doing the dishes and wiping down every counter space. When that was done, he, albeit reluctantly, got down on his hand and knees, and scrubbed the floors.

“Hello.”

“Jesus Christ-“ Dean jumped, banging his head on the underside of the counter.

“Son of bitch!” He cursed, and rubbed the back of his head as he stood. “What the hell man?!”

Dean turned around, to tell off the guy who scared the shit out of him, who was almost the cause of what would’ve been his second heart attack that week, but stopped dead in his tracks, any response dying on his tongue.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Uh...” Holy shit. Sam didn’t say anything about his roommate being hot. And damn, that voice. Now here Dean was, eloquent as ever, acting like a complete idiot.

“I wasn’t aware Sam hired a maid.” Wait what?

Dean furrowed his brows, “I’m not a freaking maid! Do I look like a maid to you, dude?”

“I only assumed, because you are here cleaning.”

“Yeah well I’m not. I’m Sam’s older, and much more attractive, brother.”

“Oh yes, Dean. Sam informed me that you were a neat freak.”

“I’m not a...” Dean dragged a hand down his face, “look, I’m sorry man, but your place was disgusting. So really, I’m doing you a favor.”

Castiel just smiled, which unnerved Dean for some odd reason. What was this guy’s deal?

“It’s okay to be germaphobe Dean. There’s nothing wrong with having certain phobias.”

“Yeah, I know there’s no problem with it. Just like I’ve got no problem.”

“Sam also said you’d be in denial.” What the hell? Was this dude for real?

“Listen here, Castiel, you can tell my baby brother to friggin shove it. And for the record, I ain’t in denial. Nothing wrong with wanting a clean space.”

“But this isn’t your place Dean. There’s no need to clean it.”

“Well, if the place ain’t clean, it ain’t got Dean. And that’s a tragedy, Cas, because I’m a joy to be around.” Castiel laughed, and gave Dean a gummy smile, one that had Dean smiling back.

“Hey guys.” Sam chirped from the doorway, before taking a look around the room. He made a face, and joined them in the kitchen.

“Really, Dean?”

“I don’t know why you’re surprised. I told you I was going to do it when you were in class. Of course I didn’t account for your roommate being here.”

“And for that I need to apologize.” Sam said, wearing one of those faces that made him look constipated.

“Damn straight.”

“Not to you, to Cas. For having to deal with you.” Dean glared at the moose that was brother.

“Hey!”

“It’s fine Sam. I was enjoying his company actually. And you’ve got to admit, the place looks good.” Cas smiled at Dean, and again, the man found himself returning the gesture.

“See Sam? At least someone appreciates my efforts.”

“Whatever.” Dean chuckled, and Sam made a bitch face, before muttering something about going to his room to study.

“Don’t you go messing it all again, you hear me Sammy?”

“Whatever, Dean. Even if I do, I know you’ll just come in and clean it again. Since it seems to give you some kind of pleasure.”

“Bitch!”

“Jerk.” Dean chuckled as Sam shut his bedroom door, leaving him and Cas alone in the kitchen.

“Well, I suppose you probably don’t want me to stay, so I’ll uh, just get out of your hair.”

“I can help you, Dean. Finish cleaning, that is. I’d hate to see a man with your condition leave the job unfinished.”

“Sure if that’s what you want, Cas.”

Castiel nodded. “I’d like it very much.”

“Right, well, first things first. It’s not a freaking condition alright? It’s just a high intolerance for things that aren’t clean.”

“Of course, Dean.”

Dean pointed at Cas with a rag. “Don’t think I can’t sense you judging me, Cas. If you’re gonna help, you’re gonna have to knock it off with all that phobia bull crap, got it?”

Cas smirked. “Of course Dean.”

“Good. Now get to work.”

Sam didn’t emerge from his room until several hours later, on the hunt for some food and deciding that he’d watch some television on the way back. He was slightly confused that there were still clothes on the floor, assuming that Dean had been very thorough in his cleaning, but shrugged it off because he didn’t actually mind it. He wasn’t a beat freak like his older brother was, no matter how adamantly he denied it.

Sam shoveled the leftovers he got from the fridge into his mouth, a little smug that said brother wasn’t here to complain about his more than questionable eating habits as well. It wasn’t until Cas came out of his room a bit later, that he turned his attention away from the tv.

“Oh hey Cas.” Sam’s brows furrowed when he seemed to startle Cas, who was attempting to sneak out of his room.

“Hello...Sam.” Castiel cleared his throat, clearly caught off guard, and looking like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is perfectly fine. No need to worry Sam. I was just, uh, heading to the bathroom.”

“Um, okay. Did Dean get back safely then?”

“Huh?” Cas was acting startled again, and out of it, making Sam even more confused at what was going on with his roommate.

“Dean. You know, my bother?”

“Of course...”

“Are you sure you’re okay, man? You seem jittery.” Sam asked, concerned about his friend’s wellbeing.

“Yes, I assure you, Sam, there is no need to worry.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” The two eyed each other curiously for a moment, before Sam relented, unable to find anything of import, and nodded as he turned back to the television screen.

Cas let out a breath of relief, to which Sam chalked it up to being relieved he made it past his scrutiny. His roommate was always a weird guy, so he didn’t really think much else of it.

So Castiel went to the bathroom, only to be stopped by Sam again on the way back to his room.

“You can join me if you want.”

“Thank you Sam, I appreciate that, but I think I should really get back-“

“Jesus, Cas, did you get lost on the way to the toilet or something?”

Sam’s eyes went wide, and he looked over at his brother, who was standing in the doorway to Castiel’s room. “Dean?”

“Shit,” Dean’s eyes went wide in return, “uh, heya Sammy, how’s it going? Nice seeing you here.”

“Dean, I live here. You however, do not.”

“I did tell him that earlier today.” Castiel added.

“Yeah about that...” Sam put a hand up, silencing his older brother.

“Nope. I do not want to hear it. Just please...keep it to yourself.”

Dean chuckled. “Whatever you say Sammy.”

“I’m gonna go back to my room, I think. I’ll see you guys later.” Sam went to get up, looking for the quickest way out, before his brother intercepted him.

“Not so fast, Sam. Put the freaking dirty container in the sink so it can be washed.”

“Sure, mom.” He did as he was told however, making a big show of it for Dean.

Cas was still standing there awkwardly, looking even more constipated and seriously deep in thought than Sam usually does when he makes those faces.

“Happy?”

“Very.”

“Good,” Sam snorted, “and goodnight. I still can’t believe you not only broke into my dorm so you could freaking clean the place, but also slept with my roommate.” He shook his head, before locking himself up in his room.

“He‘ll get over it.”

“I’m sure he will.” Castiel hummed, joining back into the conversation.

“In the meantime, do you think there’s anything left in your room to clean?”

“I’m sure we can find something. Besides, even if we can’t, I’m sure we can dirty something enough for us to clean afterwards.” Dean drew the other man close, and kissed his lips, pulling away with a grin.

“I like the way you think.”

Castiel grinned back. “Wasn’t it you who said if the place wasn’t clean, there couldn’t be a Dean? And I’d very much like a Dean, so...”

“That I did,” Dean chuckled, kissing Cas again.

“And so you shall receive. Plus you were an awesome helper this afternoon.”

They both head back into Cas’ room, and shut the door behind them—more so for Sammy’s sake than theirs of course.

“I had an exceptional teacher.”

“Eh I do what I can.” Castiel leaned in for another kiss, before Dean stopped them.

“Wait, we should probably pick up our clothes outside on the floor first. It’s gonna bother me if it isn’t taken care of. And you wouldn’t want to trip, right? You could forget later that they’re even there...and it’s only logical.”

Cas smirked. “Of course, Dean.”

[ejfanfic]

THE LOVELY BULLY. 01

Pairing  ⟶ Jeon Jungkook and Y/N

Warnings  ⟶ Bullying ,violance and swearing

Genre  ⟶ High school sweetheart

NAME: Lee Y/N YEARS OLD:18 HOBBY: Sing and dance

You and your mom are living in this town since you are born you never move out or anything but you want to move because of one only person, JEON JUNGKOOK you and him know each other since you are in the same school. Like you can see you and him aren't friends because he bullies you. He is a real jerk with you. You are always fighting with each other. IN THE MORNING AT YOUR HOUSE *ALARM* Y/N: AH SH*T FUCK MOM: HONEY ARE YOU OK!*screaming* Y/N: Y....YEAH DON'T WORRY!!! You stood up and go to the bathroom and start to do your morning routine. You are wearing a school uniform with some black Converse. You are not wearing so much makeup only foundation and a little bit of lipstick.You enter the kitchen and start to eat 2 pancakes with maple syrup. 12MIN LATER AT SCHOOL You are walking in the school when... ???: Well well well...If it's not my lovely hated Y/N... Y/N: What do you want Jeon Jungkook...HUh? JUNGKOOK: Oh nothing like all day, the routine... *he starts laughing* You roll your eyes and start walking away. JUNGKOOK: HEY! BI*CH COME BACK HERE LITTLE SL*T DON'T YOU DARE ROLL YOUR EYES IN FRONT OF ME STUPID SH*T!!! He runs after you and grab your hair and push you in your locker. You start to run away from him and go to the bathroom. You start to cry when... ???: Why are you crying little sl*t???? Y/N: Oh please IU stop being a bitch with me it's not the moment or the time... IU: Ohhhhh sorry little baby I didn't mean to be a bitch like you... She pushes you in the wall and slaps you in the face and she walks away. The thing that you didn't know is that IU and Jungkook are dating now so they are 2 bitches who are bullying you now. You were crying a lot and after 10 min the school bell ring. You walk out of the room and pick your books for the geo class. You walk at your desk and someone starts to punch your chair you turn around and saw.........JUNGKOOK. JUNGKOOK: Hey Dumbhead.*wispering* Y/N: Hey d*ckhead...*wispering* After 5 min the teacher walk in and start. TEACHER: Today class we have to do teamwork and before you ask me I'm choosing with who you are in team with. Y/N MIND: Please not him for the love of god please not him. JUNGKOOK P.O.V JUNGKOOK MIND: Please for the love of God I want to be with Y/N so I can bully her more... *evil laugh in mind* END OF JUNGKOOK P.O.V Y/N P.O.V After 5 min you fell asleep on your desk. The teacher calls you and you woke up very rapidly. Jungkook starts laughing you glare at him for 5 sec and start listening to the teacher. TEACHER: So the last team is.....Y/N and Jungkook. Y/N AND JUNGKOOK: WHATTTTTTTTTT!!!!!! TEACHER: You can't change your team.sorry Jungkook starts laughing and said.. JUNGKOOK: So partner are you ready to be bullied?*whispering* Y/N MIND: Ah sh*t here we go again... AFTER THE CLASS JUNGKOOK: Y/N WAIT!!! Y/N: What do you want d*ckhead? JUNGKOOK: First don't call me like that and second you are coming to my house for the project happy or not your coming see you later 'partner'. AFTER SCHOOL You were walking when a car stop right in front of you and you saw. Jungkook JUNGKOOK: DUMBHEAD!!!GO IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW!!! You walk and go in the car. AT HIS HOUSE Y/N: Wow it's a very big house... JUNGKOOK: Don't touch anything stupid girl... Y/N: Hey I'm not stupid M.R jerk. ???: JUNGKOOKIE MY bunnybunny!!! JUNGKOOK: M.....MOM stop you don't see that I have someone... MRS.JEON: Oh sorry my son...So is she your...*he cut her off* JUNGKOOK: NO NEVER she is just a classmate and a co-worker for my geo project. Y/N: Hi I'm Lee Y/N but you can call me Y/N MRS.JEON.*smiling and shake her hand.* MRS.JEON: Oh she is so sweet Jungkook you should give her a chance I like her. JUNGKOOK: MoM!!!! MRS.JEON: Oh sorry sorry you can go upstairs and start to work good job guys. PART 2 You and Jungkook were working for about 1 hour when his mother calls him. MRS.Jeon:bunnybunny come here!!!! Jungkook: Coming!!!!wait here... Y/N: Alright.. JUNGKOOK P.O.V Jungkook: What do you want?? Mom: How is it with your friend... Jungkook: Why are you asking..... Mom: Can't I? Jungkook: I don't care. are you done cuz I'm going upstare now so bye? JUNGKOOK P.O.V END   Y/N P.O.V Y/N MIND: what's taking him so long... Jungkook: Hey b*tch are you done with the project. Y/N:N....no Uhm I was waiting for you to come back. Jungkook: REALLY!!!!! DID YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT I WAS GOING TO DO IT WITH YOU..... Y/N: Humm....y..yeah I did think that. Jungkook: Well you were wrong now just go back to your house. Y/N: That's what I was going to do BYE D*CKHEAD. you stood up and start walking out of the room when his mother stopped you... Mrs.Jeon: Hey Y/N wait aren't you eating with us? Y/N: I think it's better if I go now, I think Jungkook is kinda mad at me right now may... she cut you off by saying... Mrs.Jeon: no, no, no you are eating here it's late so please stay here for diner..? Y/N:O...OK if you say so... jungkook was going downstair when he heard you laughing with is mother while cooking. Y/N: Miss jeon you are so funny. You laugh MRS JEON: You are really nice, you know my kook isn't that bad he just needs a good person by his side like you... Y/N: yeah I'm sure he is a good guy but still... MRS JEON: you know Jungkook lost his father when he was 5...he got really depressed and when he was 16 his girlfriend cheated on him... Y/N: i... I didn't know that... JUNGKOOK: MOM are you done talking about my life to this girl... Y/N: sorry jungkook I didn't meant to know your private life. MRS JEON: Oh Y/N don't be sorry I told you that cuz you are really gentle and attentive. Jungkook: Dumbhead can you leave the room one min I need to talk to my mom! MRS JEON: JUNGKOOK!! Y/N darling can you go take something in the bathroom a little pot of pills i will talk to jungkook. Y/N: sure Mrs jeon. JUNGKOOK POV JUNGKOOK: Mom please stop telling her my life she is not my type and will never be the one I love ok! MOM: Kook...she is just like your sister was...you know Jungminji was exactly like this little girl that you are calling dumbhead.you should give her a chance. jungkook: don't you compare her to Minji Noona she is nothing like her! mom: please for me don't bully her anymore she doesn't deserve that bunnybunny... Jungkook: I will think about it... I rolled my eyes. END OF JUNGKOOK POV

Y/N POV Y/N: Mrs jeon I have your pills. MRS JEON: perfect and please call me Jayni. Y/N: ok Jayni. Jayni: The dinner is ready you two can go at the table. you walk in the direction of the table. after a little bit, she arrived with the food and we start eating. Jungkook: wow this chicken is really good!!! Jayni: She did this one. Jungkook: She??? Jayni: Y/n she did the chicken it's really good Hum? Y/n: I'm not really good at cooking but my mom taught me that chicken it's a family dish. Jayni: I will invite you every time we want to eat chicken cuz it's really good. Jungkook: oh please mom it's not THAT good....he rolled his eyes Y/n: I will have to refuse cuz I'm kinda checking for a job these days...I will be pretty occupied..sorry Jayni: Y/n you are looking for a job? Y/N: yeah my mom and I are pretty tight in our budget rn. Jayni: I have a proposition for you. Y/N: what is it?

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[cravingcrazewriting]

Doubts {Treebros}

A/N- This is for the DEH gift exchange! @sincerely-us They're @unoriginalurl77, and one of their prompts was Evan has a bad day, cue hurt/comfort. Trigger Warning- mentions of cutting

The second Evan can't get out of bed, he knows it'll be a bad day.

He couldn't feel anything. Whatever emotion resigned from the day before had completely left, leaving him feeling numb. Well, emotionally numb. It felt like there was a giant weight of expectations and wants everyone expected from him but he just couldn't.

He couldn't even get out of bed.

"Evan? Aren't you going to get ready?" Heidi knew Evan usually got up early so he had plenty of time to eat and get ready to go. She was a bit worried, but she tried to have a little fun with him, for both their sakes.

"I— I can't," Evan choked out, bunching his blankets up and shutting his eyes tight.

"You can't?" Heidi asked slowly, almost to herself. "Is it one of those days?"

He was freaking her out, making her worry, just like always. She'd have to call in and waste her time. She could be resting but no, no Evan had to have issues, like usual. He had to keep bearing her down, keep being a burden, keep being worthless.

"I'll take that as a yes," oh, he hadn't said anything. Faintly, he registered her sigh and run her fingers through his hair. The familiar touch was grounding and nice. "I'll call in for you, okay?"

Evan could only nod as she pulled out her phone and called the school. He didn't catch everything she said, just that he wasn't going to school. Everything else was faded and a blur. It didn't feel real. Nothing felt real.

After Heidi left, Evan fell asleep for an hour. When he woke again, he saw some eggs sitting on his nightstand, and was reminded of the fact he hadn't eaten anything, from the emptiness of his stomach. He willed himself to slowly sit up from the confines of his blankets, and carefully took the plate onto his lap so he wouldn't spill it (even if he did, he didn't think he was in the right mental state to clean it up).

Heidi always made pretty much everything great, which was a shame she wasn't home as much, but it was a treat when she cooked for Evan. Part of his mind scolded him for making her use probably the last of the eggs when she could've given him pop tarts or something. Evan sucked in a breath and closed his eyes tight, trying to will away those thoughts. He fisted his blankets as he tried to stay calm and not spiral. They didn't use eggs much, anyways. There wasn't a lot of harm done, and they could go a week or two without them.

Once he managed to relax, he set the plate back on his nightstand to put away later and grabbed his phone, and well. He wasn't expecting a barrage of messages.

Con: hey were r u?

Con: r u ok? I'm hella worried

Con: should I get ur math??

Con: fuck it

Con: I'm getting ur math

Con: r u sick? I kinda just wanna skip and come see u

Con: evvvvv please answeeerrrr

Evan shook his head, finding those messages from his boyfriend just a bit endearing. Briefly, he knew it was around third hour and that class was still in session, but he couldn't ignore him, because would Connor get the wrong idea? Would he be bothered by what he'd say? He'd hurt him if he ignored the message because it'd seem like Evan didn't care enough to reply, which was not the case, he did care, almost too much, and then Connor would break up with him, his mom would see how heartbroken he was, get even more worried, and he'd end up being one of those guys that couldn't leave his house due to an overbearing family member.

It was extremely unlikely, but Evan's mind was all over the place that day. Deep down, he knew it was unlikely, but some parts were far too probable.

Evan: Just taking a mental health day. I'm okay.

Evan: You can come after school?? If you're not busy??

Evan: I just don't want to make you skip.

After an agonizing few minutes, he got a response.

Con: hell yeah i'm coming over. Gotta be crazy not to.

Ironically enough, that was enough to make Evan smile a little.

Con: and ur not a burden. Don't care how many times I have to say it, cuz I always will.

Con: I love u, Ev.

Con: <33333

Evan: I love you too, Connor. So fucking much <333

Evan tried to use Connor's words to motivate himself. He was loved, he was loved, he was loved, he stubbornly kept telling himself as he moved to sit on the side of the bed, and elevated himself upwards, stumbling only once to regain his footing. He took the plate and let out a breath.

'Small steps,' he thought to himself. 'Small steps. Take it at one, small step at a time.'

It wasn't anything big, but he made his way to the kitchen, washed his plate with a few others, and put it in the dishwasher for a more thorough rinsing later on (when it was full, at least). Afterwards, he walked out onto his backyard porch, in need of some fresh air.

Evan let out a small breath, leaning against the wooden railing as he gazed at the trees that stretched outwards beyond him. Normally, he would've been freezing, as he was only wearing grey shorts and a long sleeved blue t shirt, but in that moment, it didn't bother him. The only thing he could register was his own thoughts that made him spiral further and further downwards.

'He was completely worthless. It took him hours to get out of bed when it's supposed to come naturally. He can't talk to people, he can't do anything worthwhile. So many people have it worse than he does. He's just a burden on his mom and Connor. He's a burden on Alana, Zoe, and Jared. They don't care. Nobody does. It's all just an act, a sham. Why would they care?'

Evan spent almost an hour outside, crying softly as he held onto his arms. The bitter air was only warming up slowly and slowly, but it wasn't enough for his body. Deep down, he knew he had to go back inside. He assumed he was pretty much guaranteed to get a cold at this rate, but he didn't want anything worse.

Warmth cascaded all through Evan as he re-entered the empty house. His body felt like it was ignited as he got uncomfortably warm. He rubbed at his arms as he went to the bathroom to try and cool down.

He shed his clothes quickly and stepped into the shower, flinching at how cold it was. He didn't have the willpower to change it, though, because really, that was why he went in. To cool off, that was all.

Evan caught a glimpse of his hips and legs. They were barraged with various scars, some short and ending roughly while others were long and carefully planned out. He began to shake slightly, willing his eyes away as he curled his hands into fists. Despite trying to shake away the self deprecating thoughts that clouded his mind, he began to cry. He felt ashamed of those scars, and he wanted to heal so badly. While granted, none were very recent, there had been some lapses he wasn't proud of.

He spent a half an hour inside the shower, occasionally letting a couple of tears drop from his eyes, and once he's out, he feels awful about the time he took, and that the water bill would probably go up because of him.

Evan didn't feel like changing his outfit drastically, as he slipped on some sweatpants to forget about what caused his (second) breakdown in the first place. After he grabbed his phone and a blanket, he curled up onto the couch with said blanket and began watching whatever was on television. He didn't move from his spot, despite knowing he needed to eat lunch, but couldn't find the motivation to.

Con: hey Ev, I just got out and I'm coming to see u rn :3

Evan: You can just come in when you get here. Just ring the doorbell for a forewarning

Con: got it. Omw

About ten minutes after their short conversation, the doorbell rang, and a moment after, Connor stepped inside.

"Hey Ev. Doing okay?" His expression had worry printed all over.

When Evan attempted to reply, he realized he hadn't uttered a single word all day. So, he cleared his throat and said, "Kinda."

"Your eyes are red," one thing Connor was trying to work on was not jumping to conclusions, but he still slipped up more than he cared to admit.

Evan couldn't deny a statement like that. So, he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Can I— is it okay if I touch you?" Connor took a seat beside him, keeping a little distance.

Evan, who didn't feel like using his voice, just nodded.

Connor scooted closer to him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "You wanna talk about it?"

Deep down, he sort of wanted to, but at the same time, he couldn't because it was too much. "Um— later?"

"Okay," he whispered, giving his shoulder a little rub. "What'd you need right now?"

"A distraction, p-please?" Evan was shaking slightly, and leaning into his touch.

Connor seemed happy to oblige, as he began talking about stuff that happened at school. Heidi had apparently told his mom that Evan wouldn't be there, but he didn't learn this till fifth hour from Jared, after they'd already established that. He talked about how Alana apparently didn't take mental health days, but that she hoped he'd feel better. Apparently Zoe had been worried at first too, because she informed Connor of a small routine they had. When they were passing from first hour to second hour, they'd cross paths and wave. Connor surprisingly found it nice as they had their own thing.

He then launched into rant about the math teacher, how she didn't know what she was doing, and how easily she gave up on kids. Apparently she told Connor he just wasn't going anywhere in life (that was absolutely not true at all, she said that to other students), and he had to resist the urge to just scream at her with how wrong she was, because that'd just prove her point.

When he was done talking, Evan cleared his throat, "Er, I'm ready, now."

"Okay," Connor moved his arm from his shoulders to grab his hand. He was waiting for Evan to start.

He took a deep, slightly unsteady breath, and began, saying, "This morning I couldn't get out of bed. I just... c-couldn't face the world as the disappointment I am. I couldn't— I couldn't force myself up, everything was just— t-too much."

Evan spared a glance at Connor, who looked upset at this new information, but didn't say anything. He made a gesture for him to continue.

"I managed to fall back asleep. When I woke up uhm, mom l-left some eggs for me and you texted me. So I did all that.. s-stuff and went outside. It just... hit me, that I'm b-burdening everyone, that all of you would be better off without me," Evan feebly rubbed at his eyes. He didn't want to start crying for a third time that day.

He felt Connor's grip on his hand tighten. "Evan, no... that's not true at all. It's okay to need a break, or to break down, because I know you'll get back up. That's what you always do, and that's what makes you so strong. If you... were gone now, I'd be heartbroken. I wouldn't know what to do with myself, but mostly, I'd wonder how I could've helped.."

Evan sniffled, and rubbed his nose.

"You're my light at the end of the tunnel. You help me find my way and keep me going. If I lost you, I’d be lost,” he smiled sadly. “I love you, Evan, and I’ll try to be the same for you.”

He was crying again, but this time, it was happy tears. He pulled Connor into a hug and whispered, “Thank you, Connor. I love you, too.”

And as he felt Connor’s arms wrap around him, he finally felt okay.

[abloomingperiod]

junmyeon as a bf

the softest of the softies

kim junmyeon is an old-fashioned guy

and i’m not saying that in terms of being conservative or anything, ‘cuz i really hope he isn’t

i mean in the sense of love

like you know that kind of person who dreams the whole picture

like

he dates for a reason

unlike other members, junmyeon isn’t the type to not think about the future

being a leader makes you like that

but this gets less harsh on him when u arrive in his life

yk that whole romantic comedy movie where a guy runs into someone and it’s this beautiful woman with the biggest smile and they fall for each other and shit

well.......not exactly your case

he indeed ran into you with an iced tea in hands

except you didn’t smile at him

you basically screamed “SHIT IM SORRY ILL PAY U BACK”

he got so flustered w your reaction like

this really pretty girl just offered me some iced tea”

he was all like nonononononoooo don’t say that it’s fine don’t worry aha

you kept insisting but were late for work so you made him promise to come back to that bakery the day after bcs he WOULD be paid back no matter wHAT

he didn’t feel the need butyou were cute and he wasn’t with a thick schedule so why not right

so yeah ofc prince suho showed up

the next day he entered the place and saw you

you were so pretty watching you crinkling your nose over the hot coffee in your hands was already a payback

a cute one

cmon he’s cringey give him a chance

you bowed at each other and he realized you didn’t mention for Once between the whole minute after the accident and his arrival abt his name or profession as an idol

which for him

was nice

not a big deal, but nice

after you gave him his iced tea he was so polite you actually smiled bcs ajshskjsks cute ?

and then you started talking for a while

you introduced yourself, told him abt your dream to become a writer someday and he !!!!!

okay junmyeon easy on the hearbeats you got it

he just thought of this as such a COOL dream

writing for a living

now he was like this pretty girl... is a poet

i know

lame

but he’s adorable so who cares tbh

he talked to u abt being an idol and how was the position of the leader

you listened to every word and even though you lost a fee of them along with the honey like voice and puffy cheeks of his, you loved hearing abt it

after like 2 hours he had to go bcs schedule

but before you parted your way you had to go to the bathroom

when you went pay for your payback iced tea, you hear a waiter asking “mrs y/n? i believe that for you”

no shit there was the waiter holding a cappuccino

you got like Dude. there must’ve been a mist-

you turn the cup and there it is:

“for y/n

i loved the iced tea but since my goodbyes were a little earlier i most definitely own you a payback too. how abt sushi? xx” and the waiter hands you a note with his name and number

and that’s how you started seeing each other

jun is a quiet person so he won’t be like vocal abt developing a crush on you more and more

it would b like

you guys would hang out sometimes

and little by little he would catch himself getting the heart eyes

like you’re at a coffe shop

you would get passionate talking about some movie or song and suddenly there’s a drop of coffee on the side of your lip. you didn’t notice but he did but he thought you looked so cute popping off about ur favorite music he would just sit there like,,, 💖nvm💖

and with those little stuff he would catch himself thinking yup they’re gonna b mine

so one day he went like soooo maybe i’m catching feelings i didn’t know this was happening sorry??? so i think u should know that bcs it’s abt u... i’m fancied by u i didn’t mean it to happen

like straight up he APOLOGIZED

FOR LIKING U

you were like goshkjsjksj so cute

and decided to play w him a little

“so you don’t want to like me” “NONONOOO THATS NOT WHAT I MEA-” “jk i got it i really like you too and maybe we could kiss to see what happens”

he combusted

so yeah you’re dating that’s what happened

so caring literally sO CARING

calls you on a daily basis when he’s away to talk abt the weather the boys his breakfast how much he misses you how he saw those flowers outside and it reminded of you or how he will bring you to that country when it’s vacations

he’s such a husband material fuck me

keeps notes of things you like so he can hit the high score on important dates

talking abt dates

fancy

i mean he’s bourgeoisie ofc it’s fancy

such a lovely boyfriend i’m actually sad

jun is restaurants with low lights, candles, roses and holding your hand while talking about how he never seemed to figure out the food app to find a cool place to go to so he just asked chanyeol with a pout on his lips

“you’re such an old man” “i’m simple it’s different”

on your 1 year anniversary he took you to a boat ride on a lake witha guy playing violin and wine and cheese waiting for you

simple my ass

keeps bringing coffee and flowers for you every friday night you get together bcs it’s your “tiny vacations” as he calls it

on weekends with you the only ppl he answers is either manager or a serious question from the boys/his family

and it’s always a short “yes” or “no” or “👍🏻”

fuck it he’s with his baby leave him alone

loves cooking with you

like fuck it if it’s not that tasty he just LUUUVES doing it with you

probably because he gets to hug you a lot

like you’re in the stove and he had already placed everything in its own place so he goes behind your figure, hugs your waist and places his lips on your shoulder to give you tiny pecks and praise your cooking

“junmy this is practically burnt” “you’re the best cooker i know”

once you guys were enjoying a whole ass week together and the last time you were together for more than a day were like 6 months before

you were so all over each other he went to do the same thing and you guys ended up making out in front of a precooked pan of french fries

long story short, your toasted it and only saw that coming bcs jun went to embrace your waist and his fingers touched the hot pan

“that happened bcs of you and your teenager behavior” “YOU COULD���VE MOVED” “I WAS TRAPPED”

so guess what you did after you applied some salve om his fingers

he was staring @ u all 💖💖💖💖💖

you were like ,,,what

he just shrugged and murmured “you’re beautiful”

that’s right

you fucked

not fucked in a Fucked way

yall made love

kim junmyeon is all about luv

i remember someone posting here that he probably fucked like white people and i-

that person ruined it for me

i hate yall

i will defend him till the end of time my boi DOES NOT fuck like a white person

takes it very seriously as he sees it as an opportunity to shower u with the love u deserve

on that day you actually convinced him you should do the hard work

HELL YEAH YOU RODE THAT BITCH

jun seems like soft dom for me like just bcs he’s in charge for most of the time doesn’t mean youon get to do a thing

that time as you rode him you got very like Very excited but you saw in his eyes how desperate he was to touch you entirely so you catch his hand and kiss his fingertips slowly

he kept smiling for you saying “god you are so beautiful” “i love you so much”

but you’re a little shit and always tries and bring his rough side out

so you open your mouth and lick his two burnt finger from the knuckles to the tips

he got so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not really a vocal guy

heavy sighs and low groans are it for junmyeon

very into dirty talk

but a fancy one

“does my baby likes it when i make her beg?” “look at me, love. do you want it from where i can kiss your back or your breasts?” “you’re mine to take and no one else”

we don’t support women treated as objects but this is a sexual environment and you’ve always consented him to say things like that in bed

he’s a gentlemen fuck it

once you were so horny you straight up said “i don’t give a fuck about formality just make me cum at least three times”

he got 😳 for a sec but got your point

not a rough lover but once you get in a fight

bitch

you’re both pretty mature ppl so every rare time you fight it’s very Very serious

will kiss you until your both breathless just so you can not even catch your breath bcs he will be kissing your neck and liking your skin

slaps your butt?

absolutely

a fucking lot

“funny how you turn shut the fuck up as soon as i lay my hands on you”

makes you strip for him

has a thing for watching where your bodies connect

call him baby and he’s got a 3 secs tops soft jun

like a little grin with puffy cheeks

and he’s back with the restless pounding

bathtub aftercare is a must

massages your feet as you talk sweet nothings for him

if you’re feeling feisty might get a romantic round two

loves doing it slowly so he can drag it to the point you get so hot and bothered you beg

“oh god- just please- jun, faster”

likes it when you rub his back after

get a shot of soft myeonie post-sex

lays in his stomach and quietly asks “can you”

you lay there also on your stomach and rubbing his back drawing circles and talking about life

once he got so full of idk emotion?? love?? idk never been there

he just poured a whole “marry me”

like dude.

“WHAT” “not today, like... in a few years maybe idk forget it”

he closed his eyes to dismiss your reaction and just felt a warm peck on his naked shoulder

“of course i’ll marry you a few years”

his eyes shot open like This woman. the loml. dead ass said yes to my hypothetical proposal”

he actually got emotional

“kajsksjsksjsk really?????????v

“yes really”

and there was a teardrop

you felt like dying

i mean I feel like dying rn

doesn’t say it but thinks abt having kids someday

and u know that bcs honestly it’s suho everybody just Knows that

his parents? ofc they know you

exo? absolutely sure they know you

“one day we’re gonna have a dinner on like christmas with my family and yours” “baby they don’t even live in korea” “i don’t care we’ll pay” “STOP”

really treasures your relationship like i’m not here to play games i’m past mid-20’s this is Serious

and because he’s so worried and serious he nevers seems to let loose

which is probably normal since he’s a leader

but it makes him so !! all the time u get worried

once he actually CRIED out of stress

and you ofc were there

you kept hugging him tightly and slowly rocking his body with yours kissing his tears away as he kept softly saying “i’m fine, don’t worry”

you didn’t stop worrying

you said “if you’re fine then i can stay here hugging my boyfriend”

he nodded and kept sobbing for a little while

his head was pounding so you literally laid him down and cuddled him in your arms, fingers between his locks and hot breath on his neck

he once said the sound of your breath calmed him

so that’s what you did

you calmed him

and that’s everything he ever wanted

someone to be there for him on tough times like he’s always there for everyone

he loves the fact you’re always so calm and ready to solve any problem that appears

he loves the calmness and ““““normal”””” atmosphere you bring to him

after all those years of hardship and responsability

you showed him he could be a leader and have more fun on a daily basis

he deadass thinks abt your marriage

like it’s barely 6am, he wakes up and sees you sleeping next to him, hair everywhere on the pillow and mouth open

his heart goes 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

his arms goes to your sleeping body

& his mind “i’m gonna marry this girl someday”

idk i feel like i could write a whole ass fanfiction of 50 chapters on suho and id still have 100 scenarios of him in mind

i honestly love him sm

such a nice boy

he deserves so much more

give lota of love to him he’s perfect

that’s it i’m done