#i unfortunately am too tired to try reading back at all of this so sorry for any mistakes and such lol

[valerian-riverheart]

The Taco Bell thing … go on….

OH MY GOODNESS I KEEP FORGETTING TO SIT DOWN AND ANSWER THIS AAAA

Okay so context I used to work at Taco Bell for about a year and a third, and my friend and I would make jokes about what kind of customer the characters of our shared interests would be like!

This wouldn't usually be about a specific order, since sometimes it's hard to say what Taco Bell meal a character would have. Instead, I base them off the types of customers I've interacted with. I'll try the professors in ravenwood for example:

Cyrus Drake: 100% the type to have an extremely specific order and would know IMMEDIATELY if you do it wrong. He won't even take a look in the bag. Would go inside the building just so he can stare directly into the kitchen from the counter. One of the only people who gives feedback in the surveys on the receipts.

Moolinda Wu: Only orders a veggie power bowl and water with a side of cinnabon delights. Though she doesn't worry much if the order happens to be wrong- except if there's meat on the power bowl. She doesn't really come around at all unless she's there with someone else. Prefers the cinnabon delights still frozen.

Uhhh I don't know if I should Mallistaire, Dworgyn, or Malorn- but I might come back to add all three of them in a reblog if I want to oops

Lydia Greyrose: So sweet and understanding, though she will be very particular about how long the food takes to be done and avoids going in during rush hours. Lydia also likes frozen cinnabon delights, was the one to introduce Moolinda to them. Asks for a cup of vanilla creamer, the managers say it's fine. Usually goes drive thru.

Dalia Falmea: Asks for extra diablo sauce, is delighted if you put a comically large amount in a small bag for her. Orders a side of tomatoes no matter what she gets. She would walk inside the building but gets her food to-go. Really she's a typical costumer, but what are you supposed to do when a literally hot woman is towering over you as she ponders about how many supreme dorito tacos she would like??

Halston Balestrom: Mexican Pizza Fiend. He was jumping for joy when he found out they were coming back. The only person to order a coffee in Taco Bell for who knows why. Uses the drive thru in the most elaborately built car you've ever seen in your life. Makes sure you put a utensil in the bag because frankly he doesn't think Taco Bell's pizza is exactly "finger food".

Sorry for the Balance teacher enjoyers too but I kinda lost steam rn I'm kinda sleepy but honestly that's the kind of stuff I would ponder COSLEMMFMF I might come back to add the rest of the professors but yeah you get the gist!

[agaypanic]

Shut Your Mouth (Steven Hyde X Reader Smut)

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Kinktober Day 21: Hate Fucking

Summary: You and Steven can’t stand each other. It’s been that way since the beginning. Somehow, that makes the sex even hotter.

A/N: sorry for not posting.. Kinktober’s harder than i thought lmao

C/W: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, degrading, frenemies with benefits ig, couch sex (rip the basement couch), slight choking kink, clothed sex, slight dumbification

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“Y/n, can’t you annoy people at your own house?”

“Steven, can’t you freeload somewhere other than Eric’s basement?”

The bickering had been going on for about an hour now. It wasn’t even sparked by something. You and Hyde just had a habit of throwing bitter remarks at each other for no reason whenever you were in the same room for too long. Your own friends couldn’t tell if you genuinely hated each other or if you just had some years-long strange dynamic going on.

But they were getting tired of it. “God!” Kelso yelled, jumping from his seat on the couch and looking at the two of you with annoyance. “Do you guys ever not fight?” Then he turned to Fez. “Come on, Fez. Let’s get outta here.”

The tall man opened the door that led out of the basement, waiting for his friend. Fez got up and was about to go through when he turned back to you and Hyde, a small frown on his face.

“I hate it when you two fight.” You resisted the urge to laugh at his upset tone.

Kelso watched Fez go up the stairs and scoffed. At first, you thought it was towards Fez, but then he looked at you and Hyde. “See what you did?” He asked. “Now I gotta buy the little guy a burger.”

Finally, the door slammed shut, and you were alone.

“See what you did, Y/n?” Unfortunately, you weren’t entirely alone. “Now Fez is gonna be whiny all day.”

You laughed unamused. “Well, you’re not Mr. Perfect, Steven.”

“Don’t call me that.” He groaned. He was only called by his first name by adults, usually when he was in some kind of trouble. Being called that versus Hyde always annoyed him.

Which was why you called him Steven. “Steven, Steven, Steven.”

“Shut up.” 

He tried to ignore you. He grabbed a comic book and started flipping through it, obviously just trying to distract himself rather than actually read it. You repeated his name over and over, scooting over so you were leaning against the arm of the couch closest to him.

“Steven, Steven, Steven.”

He stayed quiet, but you could see his jaw clench in frustration.

“Steven, Steven, Ste-”

“Are you gonna stop, or am I gonna have to make you?”

You laughed, leaning slightly closer. “I’d like to see you try… Steven.”

He threw down the comic book, and in a flash, you were lying on the couch with Hyde on top of you. He kissed you roughly with a hand on your neck, effectively muffling any noise you tried to make. After a few seconds, he pulled away.

“Got anything else to say?”

You smiled, trying to catch your breath. “Very interesting way to shut me up.” You said it as if this wasn’t the first time this had happened. After a few escalated arguments, you and Hyde realized that fighting with each other got you really riled up. So you had an agreement. If no one was around, you could fuck the tension out of each other and never tell anyone about it until the day you die. “But I don’t think it’s gonna work, Steve- ah!”

He squeezed your throat, restricting your airflow slightly and once again effectively cutting you off. From behind those dumb sunglasses of his, you could see his eyebrow raise, like he was egging you on to speak again. “What was that?” You kept your mouth shut this time. He smiled at your lack of response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

But you never knew how to be quiet for long. “Oh, that’s what you thought, huh? I’m surprised you think-”

Not wanting to hear what kind of comeback you came up with, Hyde cut you off once again with a rough kiss, hand trailing down your body. It seemed he wanted to get right to the point, and you weren’t gonna complain. You helped him out by hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips, showing off your panties. Hyde grabbed one of your ankles and lifted it so your leg was hooked on the back of the couch, allowing him to slot himself between your legs. 

The two of you became a clash of lips, hands, and moans. You had to keep telling yourself to stay quiet, because you had no idea if anyone was upstairs. But it was hard to concentrate when you were too busy being focused on undoing Hyde’s belt and pants while he pulled your panties to the side to play with your pussy. 

“Shut your mouth.” He muttered against your lips when a particularly loud whine escaped you. 

But then the hypocrite let out an equally loud groan as you pulled his dick out and started jerking him off at a painstakingly slow pace. “You were saying?”

“I said,” Hyde replaced your hand with his own by batting yours out of the way, stroking himself a few times before lining up with your entrance. Without warning, he slammed into you, squeezing your throat again to prevent any loud sounds from leaving your mouth. Slowly, he pulled out before speaking again, each word punctuated with a hard and deep thrust, “Shut. Your. Mouth.”

Hyde continued his brutal pace, the hand not on your throat digging into your hip so he could move you to match his thrusts. You quickly became limp like a ragdoll, allowing Hyde to fuck you roughly into the couch. 

Every so often, you tried to speak, but it came out like some kind of dumb babble. “Oh my- So good, so good, Ste… Stev-”

“Say it, and you’re not coming.”

You squealed in disapproval, quickly correcting yourself. “Hyde! Feels so good. So so good.”

He smirked, somehow fucking you harder and faster. “If this is how you’re gonna be, maybe I should fuck you more often.”

All you could do was nod along, too overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. Figuring you were too cockdrunk to do it yourself, Hyde started rubbing at your clit, making you whine.

“Hate you so much.” He muttered, eyes rolling back as you squeezed his cock.

You laughed. “Hate you more.” The small smile on your lips dropped as you opened your mouth, a choked moan escaping you as you neared the edge. Sensing you were about to come, Hyde picked up the pace of his ministrations on your clit.

“Come on.” He urged. “Be the dumb slut you are, and come on my dick.”

And being the good but dumb slut you were, you did as told. Your body shook, and your eyes rolled back as your orgasm hit you. Hyde followed close behind, spilling into you with a sharp inhale.

You two lay on the couch for a while, trying to catch your breath. Hyde was the first to recover, slowly pulling out and readjusting your underwear and dress before he tugged himself back into his pants. He sat on the balls of his feet, waiting for you to sit up.

“So…” It was always a bit awkward after the sex because you didn’t feel like bickering as much, so you didn’t know what else to do. “Wanna get a burger?”

You nodded, slowly standing on your slightly shaky legs. “Sure, but you’re paying.”

Hyde groaned in slight annoyance but didn’t fight it. Instead, he opened the door and waited for you to go up the stairs to his car, him following close behind.

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That 70s Show Taglist: @pink-hufflepuff

[dinogoofymutated]

Hi!! I LOVE your Remy hcs! They were so sweet and in character 😊 I'm on my period and ya girl is suffering and I keep thinking that Remy would be the sweetest AND totally amazing in the fried food department 👀 Any hcs? Totally chill if nah

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Gambit/AFAB!reader!- Period HCS YES!!! just yes. absolutlely. I want to taste this man's cooking so bad but I am ridiculously sensitive to spice and would probably die.

I have a similar req for Nightcrawler as well so keep an eye out for that one too ;) Sorry that this is a little short!

TWS: Menstrual cycles. Cramps. Menstrual cravings. Damn I'm hungry rn ngl. Can be read as GN as no pronouns are mentioned.

If cooking Isn't one of Remy's love languages I'm calling bull!!

I mean, who else would go out of their way to cook beignets for breakfast? I mean, sure, he could have made the dough beforehand but seriously that shit takes time.

I 100% believe he would go out of his way to make you anything you were craving on your period. Fried chicken? Done. Beignets? Obviously. Done! Hell, you want stuffed french toast but every time you try to make it you fail miserably? Don't worryyy! He's got you.

Although, that doesn't mean he does it for free!! He asks for payment via smooches and love. He tends to stray away from period sex until he knows you're comfortable with it, and if you are comfortable with it he's always there to offer his assistance if you need an all natural pain killer ;)

Mother nature fucking sucked. It wasn't enough that you had to deal with blood leaking out of you every month, but debilitating cramps on top of that? Straight bullshit!

You've been cocooned under your blankets all morning, curled up into a fetal position as you delt with the intense cramps. You've already taken the last of the painkillers you kept in your bedside table, and unfortunate for you, they were not working. You know you've certainly missed breakfast by now, but you just hurt too much to get up. You're face down on your pillow when there's a quick knock at your door before it opens.

"Good morning, Chère~" Remy sings. You cant really respond to him other than giving him a tired hum. You hear the door shut behind him before the sound of him placing a plate on your bedside table.

" 'Figured you weren't feeling well when you weren't at the table, so I've brought you the Gambit special." He jokes. You feel the bed shift with his weight as his sits next to you, running his hand up and down your back soothingly.

"Thanks Rem." You mumble. If only you could bring yourself to sit up. You can smell the sweet scent of the beignets he had brought you, and it makes your stomach growl loudly. You wince as another wave of pain hits you coincidentally, and you're absolutely sure your body was planning to kill you.

" S' pretty bad, huh?" Remy asks, a comforting hand brushing the hair out of your face. You nod.

"Alright, c'mere." You don't have a chance to refuse as Remy is sitting you up, making space so he can sit against your headboard. You're blearily blinking your eyes open as he drags you into his lap, propping you up against his chest. You send him a groggy, questioning look, but he only responds with catching you in a chaste kiss.

"What? You didn't think I was gonna let my favorite person suffer alone, did you?" He asks, sending you a smile that you can't help but return. Remy feeds you your breakfast like that, keeping you snug and safe between his arms as he gives you plenty of kisses and rubs your lower stomach through each wave of pain. Those painkiller never did kick in, but at least you had someone sweet to distract you for a while.

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (8)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

Hello! I am very sorry for the way I vanished from tumblr, real life knocked me down for a few months and it wasn’t easy to get back on my feet. But I’m doing well now and really excited to keep telling this story. Thank you to those who sent messages checking in, and I’m sorry I didn’t get to answer those (I like to read them from time to time, tbh lol). Also, because it’s been so long I’m not doing any official taglist for part 8. If you want to be added for part 9, let me know.  Thank you, A.

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

About yn: although the character does not have a faceclaim, pictures suggest reader is white.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 8) — CHICAGO

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yourinstagram CHICAGO!!! hiii!! good morning!! im back and ive missed youuu <33 honestly, cant wait to go outside and see you again. unfortunately tho im too tired to leave my room rn and also im mad at myself for waking up too late for breakfast…. so i decided to embrace the day off and be fully irresponsible. ice cream in bed at 10:30 in the morning it is. sightseeing some other day and time it is as well. hope you understand. sincerely, yn. 

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user11 lol i mean it’s haagen dazs so i guess it’s okay harryfan17 wait, you’re here? ALREADY?? 😳

↳ harryfan21 im so glad im not the only one surprised by this lol ↳ harryfan85 omg do you think harry is in town too?? 😍 ↳ harryfan76 ＠harryfan85 they dont travel together so no

bestfriend hahahaaaa bestfriend  ice cream for breakfast is such a trigger!! THE MEMORIES! ughhh!! ily so much bestfriend i miss you btw bestfriend i need harry styles to give you back to me harryfan64 …. srsly? aren’t you a little bit too old to be doing this?  harryfan7 What’s your favorite flavor? 😍 harryfan44 ??? Who cares about this? Just say you’re desperate for attention  harryfan15 show barely ended and she’s already in chicago lmao ＠harrystyles what are you running from

↳ harryfan17 the bullets 💀 ↳ harryfan15 ＠harryfan17 HAHAHAHHAA  ↳ harryfan39 😂😂 new fav comment thread ↳ harryfan76 they dont travel together so he is not with her !

user1 ahhh, chicago is such a pretty city to visit! but you should definitely take some time to rest first ❤ ️ you deserve it, girl! harryfan96 LEAVE HARRY ALONE !!

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harryupdates Harry out in Chicago today! (Sep 23)

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harryfan37 stop I JUST saw him in st paul 😭 is it possible to miss him already?? harryfan21 gotta slow down on the coffee dude lmao harryfan41 was ＠yourinstagram with him????

↳ harryfan44 who cares

harryfan15 two coffees, huh? 

↳ harryfan24 why do you always have to make it about something that is not? 🙄 ↳ harryfan15 ??? im just saying there are two coffees in this picture, thats all

harryfan64 always so convenient  harryfan13 if i speak…….. harryfan28 the blue jacket! 😍 if you’re lonely in chicago you can call him 🤭 harryfan49 ＠yourinstagram I bet one of these is for you ! hope you enjoy it !  harryfan84 OMFG WHY ARE YOU ALL SO FUCKING WEIRD IT’S JUST COFFEE CAN YOU PLS STOP BRINGING UP THE STUNT ALL THE DAMN TIME

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yourinstagram from live to love, this girl is out here living her bestest biggest dreams. couldn’t have done it without you guys. thank you. really. 

(ps: pls dont tell my boss ive been obsessed with his music since the v beginning. id like to keep his ego grounded. thank you.)

view all 9,175 comments harryfan5 stop!!! harryfan5 this is sooo cute  user1 this makes me sooo happy for you! 🥰 yourbrother 👏 user5 congratulations, yn! You deserve every moment! harryfan14 honest question, does anyone actually think this is cute and funny? 

↳ harryfan32 no. they’re just easy to manipulate ↳ harryfan14 thought so. her captions are always so immature and weird 

bestfriend i was there it was rare i remember it all too well :’) 

↳ harryfan27 were you at the live on tour with yn???  ↳ harryfan35 omg you should be there tonight too!! ↳ harryfan45 for real tho when is ＠yourinstagram taking you to a show?? ↳ harryfan72 never bc Harry banned all of her friends and family from tour

harryfan11 OMG!! this is so nice!  harryfan1 i love this for you!! <3 it’s like you’re representing all of us 

↳ harryfan22 speak for yourself please 

harryfan29 im THRIVING on this plot. it’s like the ultimate fanfic dream lollll harryfan44 you’re a joke harryfan44 to say you want to keep Harry’s ego “grounded” is not funny is disrespectful harryfan44 can’t wait for him to be done with you harryfan44 can’t wait for you to get fired  ynupdates ❤️ ynupdates Congratulations!! You deserve it so much!

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lot2021updates 

“ARE YOU FEELING GOOD CHICAGO? [...] Y’know, it’s a very important thing coming to Chicago, it’s a beautiful city and I’ve missed it very much. Also, wonderful things always happen here. I don’t know why… It’s like there’s something in the air… Or maybe because spray paint was invented here in Chicago, did you know that? No? Well, I know that! ... And I also know there are 144 dog-friendly restaurants in Chicago! Which is very, very important information… Yeah, my friends… A lot of valuable information is shared backstage!”  — Harry talking to the crowd tonight.

LOT Chicago n1, 24 September 2021

lot2021updates 

“Chicago, are you having a good time so far? [...] We still have a couple more songs left, but I really want to take a moment to… To thank each and every single one of you for being here tonight. This is only our eleventh show, but when I promise you this tour has already become one of the best experiences of my life, it’s because this tour has already become one of the best experiences of my life. And I know I wouldn’t be able to live this dream if it weren’t for you. You guys have absolutely changed my life. So thank you… Whether this is your first show, or your hundredth… Whether you just know that one annoying song that keeps playing over and over, or if you’ve been obsessed with my music since the very beginning… Thank you! You’ve changed my life, so thank you, thank you, thank you! I missed this and I missed you and I’m so happy to be back. This is Canyon Moon!” — Harry thanking the crowd tonight.

LOT Chicago n1, 24 September 2021

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ynupdates Harry Styles first show in Chicago ended around half an hour ago, and Yn already posted all these stories on instagram! It’s the first time she shares these many glimpses from a show, and so quickly 🤗 

view all 55 comments user9 ahhh!! so many great shots! harryfan5 omg she’s really feeding us 😭 user15 either yn hasn’t been online at all today and she’s posting unaware of what’s been said, or she’s seen everything and it’s posting BECAUSE of what’s been said lol  harryfan11 STOPPPP that’s me holding the tbsl sign lol

↳ user6 Really? That’s so cool! Did you see her taking the picture? ↳ harryfan11 yesssss! I think she was filming tho, bc after that she recorded me and my friend begging harry to sing tbsl in la (it’s our next show lol) and also recorded some people from the crowd dancing and singing to a few songs  ↳ harryfan19 WHAT? girl you’re so lucky!! asdjbajb what if harry sees the video??? omg i’d die! ↳ ynupdates Heyyy, that’s so cool! Did you talk to her, then? Can we dm you? ↳ harryfan ＠ynupdates yesssss, of course you can! we talked to her really briefly bc she was working, but she’s the sweetest and i’m absolutely in love now lol

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harryupdates Harry just posted a story on instagram! 

Earlier tonight, Yn (youtuber/member of the LOT crew) had shared a picture from tonight’s show of fans holding signs that said “Justice for TBSL”. She tagged Harry with the caption “hope you get the message xoxo”. 

Now Harry has reposted the story and added “loud and clear x” to her caption. We hope it means good news for the fan project 🤞

view all 251 comments harryfan11 😭😭😭😭😭  harryfan11 SHUT UP THATS ME harryfan11 HARRY POSTED THE BACK OF MY HEAD MY LIFE IS MADE 😭 I CANT harryfan15 👀  harryfan23 istg if he sings tbsl and i’m not there…………… harryfan20 i cant do this anymore she’s fucking everywhere  harryfan17 thank you ＠yourinstagram this fandom don’t deserve you x harryfan30 management must be really desperate they’ve never worked this hard in one day 

↳ harryfan40 right? i wonder why… like what are they afraid of or what are they preparing us for…  ↳ harryfan30 they are preparing me for nothing lmao i see right through their tactics and lies they wont fool me with this ↳ harryfan40 oh of course. we’ve been through these stunts for years now. i just mean there’s probably a reason why this is all happening and i cant wait to find out! 

harryfan60 he just finished a show let the man get some rest fgs harryfan50 🥱 harryfan37 jeez. tour has barely started guys… if you keep hating everything and everyone this much you’re not gonna make it till the end yknow. just saying. 

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ynupdates Yn has just shared these two stories from the venue/backstage at the LOT. 

Harry Styles’ second show in Chicago starts anytime now. ☺️

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user10 ahh, there she is!! it’s been 20 hours since the last ones she posted i was starting to worry lol harryfan5 the fact that yesterday we could reply to her stories and today we can’t anymore makes me wonder what kind of dms she got :(

↳ harryfan19 shit i hadn’t noticed that ↳ ynrryfan :((( the fandom really went insane yesterday tho. istg they’ve been in chicago for what, three days? well i feel like it’s been three months lol ↳ harryfan31 omg i really hope she doesn’t stop posting for good. i know it’s selfish but she’s been feeding us so well with harry content 😭 

harryfan64 far away from him. as she should be. 

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PART 9 — BEFORE NASHVILLE

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[varesai]

LAZY MORNINGS - aventurine x reader

- your husband gets a call early in the morning, kicking a start to your day. but instead of him going into work, he stays in your arms.

- hellooo everyone! i'm back and i changed my theme up a little bit. thank you to all of the condolences i received, it made me smile and also made me happy :) but i feel ready enough to write once again, and i've been having aventurine brainrot...... hm... also my bad if this is really ooc i've read most of the penacony story and have payed extra to aventurines parts (i can also write ratio for all you ratio simps who want more food..) but my brain is wired weird so.... i fuck some things up anyways enjoy!!!!!!!!!

- no warnings, wc 528

You wake up, and immediately check the clock on the side of your nightstand. It reads 5:30 am.

You rub your eyes, scanning the room before your eyes land on your husband, Aventurine, who's got one hand in his hair and the other holding his phone up to his ear.

He was a beautiful sight; his eyes half open, hair messy, and pajamas in a bundle with one button keeping it on his torso. You lay a hand on the naked part of his chest, letting him know you were awake. He looks down at you, shooting you a soft smile before speaking into his phone.

“...Alright, I understand,” He said, his tone laced with irritation and sleepiness. “Lets schedule the interview for today.”

You sighed, replacing your hand with your head, trying to go back to sleep. You pull the silk sheets over your ear, everything below your eyes covered by the warm covers. Aventurine wraps an arm around your body, hanging up on the man who called to inform him of what you assumed was something important, and put his phone down next to him.

“Sorry if I woke you, sweetheart,” He sighs, wrapping his other arm around your torso. You nuzzle into him, eyes closed. You mumble something incoherent, and he chuckles. “Someones tired this morning.”

You nod, and he kisses the top of your head. “Do you have to leave early this morning?”

“Nope, not today. They wanted me to, but I'll just say I didn’t feel well enough to get out of bed. I don’t miss work too often, so they won't bat too much of an eye, hopefully."

You giggle a bit, snuggling even deeper into his chest, his heartbeat audible. It comforted you, it always does, and you could’ve fallen asleep right away if it weren’t for his voice keeping you conscious.

“I wish I could bring you to work with me, but unfortunately I can’t. I have to work with Ratio again today,” he groans, putting a hand up to his forehead. “I’d rather spare you of the nuisance he is.”

You laugh once more. “I bet he’s not that bad. You just make him sound like a geek, that’s all.”

“He’s much more than that. Much more insufferable.”

“I doubt it.”

You both laugh before simply holding each other. It seemed like it was only the two of you on this planet; the sounds of birds chirping brought a harmonious feeling, and it was as if none of your worries were able to break through your bedroom door and haunt you.

You tried to stay awake with your husband, considering he was probably up for the day due to the ever so rude interruption at such an early time in the morning. He was used to waking at this time, so he would’ve likely been up soon anyway. You, on the other hand, usually wake up when he’s long gone for the day, so it’s just natural to want to sleep a little longer.

“Fall back asleep, babe,” he pressed a tiny peck to the top of your head, burying his nose in your soft locks. “I’ll be here when you wake back up.”

[caramelarrowswife]

I was reading Burden and I really want a PT.2 where Pure Vanilla comes to the Dark Cacao kingdom because once again Dark Cacao is being as stubborn as a mule-

Burden PT.2

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Dark Cacao Cookie wasn’t afraid of many things. Dragons could be domesticated, armies could be defeated, kingdoms could be conquered…

The only thing that truly brought shivers to his spine was Pure Vanilla Cookie, who was known to be extremely calm - until he wasn’t.

A/N: I am SO sorry for my inconsistent posting. I'm currently doing an internship for school and I'm trying to force my way through Dante's Inferno in my free time so I can upgrade my writing skills. Do not read Inferno. It is absolutely not worth it.

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“Father!” Dark Choco Cookie exclaimed desperately, chasing after the stubborn old man for the umpteenth time that night. “For Heaven’s sake, stay in bed!”

Dark Cacao Cookie (aforementioned stubborn old man) did not acknowledge his son in any form of the word. As stubborn as he was, he was also old, which unfortunately meant his (much younger) son was just a little faster than him.

Very soon, Dark Cacao was struggling in a full Nelson, shouting bloody murder as he was forcibly dragged back to his bedroom. Dark Choco shot an apologetic look at the perplexed guards who had just been told they would get executed if they did not help their king right this instant.

“Please, for the love of God, don’t sneak away again, you need rest if you want to heal,” Dark Choco said. He was just short of getting on his knees and begging for his father to stay put for the rest of the night - the prince needed his beauty sleep, too.

"Why put a border between healing and duties, when both drink greedily from my undrainable glass of concentration?" Dark Cacao asked wisely.

“That makes absolutely no sense,” Dark Choco deadpanned. “It does, however, convince me of the fact you need to fall asleep now.”

“Are you telling me I’m acting delirious, boy?” Dark Cacao said angrily.

“I said no such thing.”

“You implied it, a crime far worse than telling me outright.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Dark Choco sighed. “Father, Pure Vanilla Cookie would not approve of your escaping sleep.”

“Aha, but Pure Vanilla Cookie is not here, now, is he?” Dark Cacao asked with a slight tilt of his head.

“Who is to say he isn’t?” Dark Choco said, raising his eyebrows right back at him.”

“Do not tell lies, boy-”

“DARK CALLEBAUT CHOCOLATE CACAO COOKIE!”

When Dark Choco looked back at his father after twisting his head in the direction of the angry shout, he saw Dark Cacao making a run for the window.

“Hey!” The prince yelped, jumping up to tackle the other to the floor.

They rolled over the floor in a childish wrestling match that involved a lot of hair-pulling and pushing faces away. They came to a stop at the feet of an extremely unimpressed Pure Vanilla Cookie.

“Vanilla, my love!” Dark Cacao exclaimed. “You must come to my aid, our rebellious son has finally decided to overthrow his poor father-”

“What?! That is absolutely not true-!” Dark Choco said indignantly, before he was cut off by a sigh from Pure Vanilla.

“You may drop the theatrics, Dark Cacao Cookie, I have received Dark Choco’s letter, who told me all about your little adventures out of the Citadel despite my explicitly telling you not to.”

Dark Cacao narrowed his eyes at his son. “Traitor.”

“Dark Choco, my dear, would you please retreat to your room for the night? I imagine it has been tiring to take care of this old rascal on your own,” Pure Vanilla said, stepping back to let both men up.

“I am not old,” Dark Cacao said offendedly, before pausing and adding; “Nor am I a rascal. I am not twelve, Pure Vanilla.”

“Get in bed.”

“I have work to do, surely you understand-” Dark Cacao protested.

“Get in bed.”

“Yes, darling..” Dark Cacao said with a sigh, lying down with lowered shoulders.

All his hopes of escaping later throughout the night were destroyed as Pure Vanilla crawled under the covers with him.

“Close your eyes, Cacao,” Pure Vanilla murmured, wrapping his arms around Dark Cacao’s torso.

“I cannot,” Dark Cacao muttered back.

Pure Vanilla opened his own eyes, his staff resting uselessly against the wall, to meet the other’s gaze. He failed, as Dark Cacao was staring strictly at the ceiling.

“Why?”

“I.. am afraid. Of the nightmares.” Dark Cacao admitted. Why was he admitting this? He felt like a child.

A silence fell over the two rulers, and Dark Cacao looked down without moving his head to see if Pure Vanilla was still with him. He was, of course - but he was also doing the thing with his eyes, the thing Dark Cacao hated so much because it made him feel all sappy inside.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Dark Cacao snarled, but it came out less commanding and more pleading than he would’ve liked.

Pure Vanilla raised an eyebrow. “With love and compassion?”

“With false hope.”

“It’s not always futile to hold hope in your heart, my dear,” Pure Vanilla said kindly. “I would never give you hope for something I cannot give you. But my heart? That, I can.”

“So senile,” Dark Cacao growled, turning his head to the other side. Pure Vanilla smiled - the king seemed to have forgotten his neck and ears went just as red as his face whenever he blushed.

“I will be with you, Cacao, every step of the way,” Pure Vanilla said softly. “I will help you heal, physically and mentally, and so will your friends. So will Dark Choco. The nightmares don’t have to haunt you forever.”

Dark Cacao was silent for a second, trying to find the courage to speak without his voice acting up.

“Do you promise?” His voice cracked anyway, like a child’s-

“I promise,” Pure Vanilla murmured, pressing a kiss to Dark Cacao’s jaw. “I will be by your side forever, my love, even if you don’t always realise it. I will be here for you, just like you’re always here for me, for your citizens.”

Dark Cacao let out a hoarse chuckle that sounded more like a sob than anything. “You always did have such a way with words..”

Pure Vanilla chuckled quietly, before he closed his eyes to slip into the sweet world Moonlight Cookie had prepared for them. Dark Cacao followed his example.

That night, Dark Cacao slept better than he had in months.

[cvnt4him]

Izuku dating a literal insomniac 🫡

Let's see what I can come up with<3

Restless nights are the worst. Being unable to do the one thing you want and need most in the world is making you go crazy. You sigh heavily as you try and force yourself to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed everything catching your attention besides tiredness. It's annoying you deeply.

You completely give up after you see the clock, 12 am. You have things to do tomorrow and you just know you're going to be tired but oh well. Your body doesn't want to cooperate, your mind doesn't want to shut the hell up, it's like nothing wants to do what you need.

You have nothing to do, it's literally midnight the whole world should be asleep. So why can't you get to sleep? The question that you keep asking yourself night after night as you restlessly scroll through social media. Nothing is interesting you long enough, everything is boring and annoying. Gosh this is really starting to piss you off.

The main reason you were trying to even go to sleep at better times was for your boyfriend. You'd told him about how your nights were going and he instantly called it "insomnia". Izuku was nothing more than a heavens sent, he loves having you over and loves sleeping with you! Unfortunately it's not exactly allowed to have the opposite gender in your rooms after hours.

Normally you two would just sneak to one another, however recently aizawa has been doing dorm checks and caught you two in the bed with each other. He barred you two from seeing each other after hours. It was literally like your soul had been ripped out of you. You seem to sleep better under izukus watch, next to him in bed, his body heat warming you comfortably.

Yet now that you don't have it you feel like you're going crazy. You another heavy sigh leaving you, you figure you have no other choice. You'd have to wake your boyfriend. It hurts your heart even just thinking about waking him, you knew he was asleep by now and understood he needed it. You contemplated even texting him but it's like your fingers were moving on their own.

" hey u awake??"

" unfortunately so😞"

" can't sleep? :(("

You sigh again, surprised that he was even awake you thought for sure he'd be asleep.

nope it's getting on my fucking nerves bro

" I'm sorry hon, I wish there was a way I could make you feel better :( "

" I could always try sneaking out!!😼😼"

" so, uhm, no!😓 I don't want you getting in trouble "

" wtf am I supposed to do. Js sit here n look at the fucking ceiling?????"

You groaned angry he wouldn't let you go to him. It's all you wanted and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it to. You just wanted to be in his arms was that so bad????

" wanna call?"

" maybe my voice will help you calm down, yk like out you to sleep or smth?"

Reading that text your anger completely disappeared, literally evaporating at the thought of hearing his voice. You missed him so much.

"yes please!!!!!💕💕"

" you got it ml💗💗"

You rolled on your side and held your phone close to your chest until you heard it ring picking up within an instant. You squealed and giggled into the mic causing him to chuckle, his light voice slightly groggy. Despite him only chuckling you can hear the tiredness within it.

“ hello, my love.”

He spoke lowly slightly whispering with a chuckle laced in his voice, you could hear the smile on his lips. He was just so cute you couldn't help but kick your feet. He gives you such cuteness aggression.

“ hi baby!!! I miss you.”

You say back to him making him hum, he missed you too he didn't even need to say it, you already knew. He exhaled into the mic before yawning, it was just so cute you couldn't help the line of giggles that escaped.

“ you need to get some rest my love, I don't want you to be tired in the morning.”

“ I know but I just can't sleep... I just want to like, hear your voice I guess.”

“ hmm~, what am I gonna do with you, eh?”

His tired voice was undeniably attractive, it made you bite your lip subconsciously. When he hummed into the mic it gave you butterflies, it was just so... Moving.

Silence fell upon the two of you, a comfortable one at that. Hearing his breath wavering, the sound of him inhaling and exhaling did indeed bring you at peace. It was calming in an odd sense, it was almost as if he was really there. You looked at the time, 2 am.. god you couldn't believe 2 hours had already passed.

With a sigh you'd decided to try once more. You'd try to fall asleep, this time having more hope that you could with your boyfriend on the line. You get comfortable, the sound of covers moving and shifting being heard on his end a hum left him again. You could tell he was tired or almost sleep, it made you feel bad. After getting comfortable silence was there again, just the sound of his breathing coming through. You decided to say one last thing before trying again.

“ I love you, zuku. thank you.”

You closed your eyes with a sigh, lying there for a couple of minutes, random things started flooding your mind instantly causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

“ love y’too...”

That snapped you out of your little daze, all the things running through your head instantly vanishing at the sound of his voice all hushed and quiet, his words slurred and smushed together. It was just too adorable. You giggle slightly and close your eyes once more with a smile present on your face.

AN: hope this is good idk I've been feeling down lately like so much is happening I'm just drained. This was kinda rushed but hope it's good<3333

[megpricephotography]

For those who're following Flynn's health problems… update is below the cut. Not a great one, sadly.

We went back to the vets on Fri 31st Jan. Flynn had been on his new medicine - telmisartan - for 2 weeks. He's taking it in an effort to reduce the "leakiness" of his remaining kidney. I'd collected a sample for urinalysis a couple of days prior & we got blood taken on the day. Vet spoke to me Sat morning.

I'll start with the positives. Flynn's weight is still good. Actually, at any other time, I'd say he was actively too chubby but I've been intentionally stuffing his face with as much kidney-safe food as he'll eat & it's good he's heavy & good he's managed to gain a bit. As for blood work - Flynn's blood count is good, he isn't anaemic (a worry), electrolytes are normal.

However.

Urinalysis… unfortunately, Flynn's protein loss in his pee is sky high & still maxing out their machine. I wasn't shocked by this result, as telmisartan can take a bit of time to fully work & have an effect… & Flynn's only on a 1/2 dose for his weight. Still, I was obviously hoping for better news. I wish we could at least tell if we're heading in the right direction or not.

Blood work. Urgh. Sadly Flynn's now in Stage 2 of Chronic Kidney Disease. Technically, Stage 2 CKD is considered relatively "mild" & often manageable for a considerable length of time. The worry though, is that Flynn's kidney function seems to be deteriorating pretty fast. From what I've read, this isn't uncommon in dogs who've had high protein levels in their urine, plus, again: Flynn is down 1 kidney… Also, we're already doing what we can to support his kidney, & currently it doesn't seem to be helping much, if at all. Vet's previously said he fears Flynn's kidney has just sort of... reached the limit of what it can cope with.

For now, we're keeping Flynn on a 1/2 dose of telmisartan. Yes, we could increase it but telmisartan can cause side-effects (we're seeing some), including even kidney damage (tbh, I am worried it may be harming not helping… but then again, Flynn has seemed better able to keep weight on since taking meds so, who knows). Vet & I are concerned a full dose could be too much for Flynn to tolerate. We'll monitor, may increase the dose… may take him off it entirely. We are going to add a phosphate binder to his food, which can help maintain kidney function. Flynn's been on a renal diet for 18+ months. Some dogs with his symptoms are put on immunosuppressants, but my vet hasn't brought it up as an option & tbh, I'd be concerned about potential side-effects, although I may look into it more.

As for Flynn… eh, he's OK, for now… mostly, I think? He's sweet & wanting gentle pats, so I don't think he's hugely sore, or distressed. He's feeling sick at times (picky about food) but not sure if it's telmisartan or kidney disease. He's definitely tired & quiet & wanting to be home, warm. That's fine. We get out once or twice a day for a short walk, & he still seems interested in things. I've pulled old Barney's buggy out & started encouraging Flynn to hop in, for if/when he's at a point of wanting to go out but not walk far at all. Obviously, I am still very much trying to hold onto hope we can get him stabilised & keep him happy for some time to come but gosh it's hard & I am struggling to be overly optimistic. I guess all we can do is take each day as it comes.

Sorry for the long read, partly this is for me... I find it helps writing stuff down. Hug your dogs, guys & please think good thoughts for Flynnie.

[miss-tc-nova]

S/O with Sleep Apnea - Leona, Jade, Floyd, Malleus

Okay, so this one kinda threw me for a loop. Sleep apnea is weirdly vague treatment wise, so I had to kinda...guess how to go about this. But I hope this lives up to your expectations, Anon!

Sorry about Jade and Floyd, this is actually my first time writing them. Lol

Premise: The boys find out their s/o has sleep apnea

Words:

Leona: 594

Jade: 610

Floyd: 689

Malleus: 702

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Leona

Leona is no stranger to daytime drowsiness, having his own wrecked circadian rhythm. Seeing you tired and maybe grumpy is like having a kindred spirit. Hell, he doesn’t even mind the snoring. It’s kind of cute; plus he can always tease you about it later.

However, the seriousness of your sleep malady becomes all too real when the lion drowsily rises to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. On his return, rounded ears note a distinct, unnerving silence. His gaze immediately honing in, Leona sights you still fast asleep on his bed—suspiciously still. A shock of adrenaline floods his system as Leona snatches your shoulders. The jostling is just enough to remind your unconscious mind to adjust your throat muscles and asleep you remain.

But Leona will not be getting anymore sleep that night. Grumbling, he tries to shrug it off and get back to bed, but the moment he suspects it’s been too long since he heard your snore, his head promptly leaves the pillow to check on you.

Whether you’re aware of the apnea or not, Leona confronts you the next day, exhausted and irritable.

This sparks the first motivated study session Leona’s had in a long time. He reads up on the condition and treatment, even during class time. He’ll be damned if he loses sleep over having to worry about you while he sleeps. No, he does not worry about you.

First off, he gets one of those mandibular splint things. Being part of the SpellDrive club…Never mind, he finds Ruggie—being part of the SpellDrive club—to help shape your new mouthguard to fit. If that doesn’t work, he’ll consider the more expensive options. Do you get a say? No. Which is why he’s starting out small.

Unfortunately for Big Kitty, other non-surgical treatments include routine and healthy habits.

Fuck.

Suddenly, alarms are much more important. On his phone, on your phone, and even on Ruggie’s phone, there are two to three morning alarms. Goodbye sleeping in. It is now mandatory for BOTH of you to attend morning SpellDrive training. Doesn’t matter that you can’t fly nor does it matter if you’re any good, Leona’s up, so you are too.

Probably the most killer part is the nap regulations. No longer are you allowed to have random naps throughout the day. They must be before 2 AM and no longer than 30 minutes. Maximum. He hates every bit of it.

By the time evening comes around on the first day, both of you are suffering, so abiding by a new bedtime is no problem. But for a while, things get worse from the exhaustion. Admittedly, Leona considers kicking you out, but the thought of losing his favorite body pillow easily throws him off that idea. So the lion sticks it out.

And his efforts pay off. As the two of you struggle through a new routine, the grogginess and irritability gradually fade. Hell, even Leona has been less grumpy as he settles in, but don’t push it. Of course, the sleep apnea never truly goes away, but you sleep better with a proper routine. And Leona sleeps better without that nagging worry ticking in his brain.

“Oi, wake up. Nap’s over. I don’t care that you’re still tired; so am I. Get up. If you don’t get up right now, you can forget about sleeping in my room tonight. I ain’t putting up with your jacked up snoring. No, I’m not lying. Wanna try me? Hey! Don’t roll back over! Ugh, stupid herbivore. Shut up.”

Jade

Jade was very surprised at the snoring. He’d heard of the phenomenon, but never heard the sound first hand. He didn’t know what to make of it, but eventually attuned and accepted that this is how you slept.

He was not aware that your brand of sleeping was…wrong?

Having ventured into his beloved mountains, Jade ends up returning from later than expected. Well informed, you’re already fast asleep upon his return. As he unpacks and gets cleaned up, a small smile etches onto his lips as he listens. Then it stops. His attention turns to find you perfectly still. Alarm quickly grows, spurring him to your side. An arm beneath you and your name on his lips is enough of a shift to clear your throat. The snoring resumes.

And Jade will not be getting any sleep. The young man resolves to observe you for the remainder of the night. His late night investigations lead him to sleep apnea. The symptoms check out: perpetual exhaustion, a smidge of insomnia, headaches, and yes, he had to concede that you could be irritable at times. Oh, and look at that, your particular snoring isn’t that normal.

From that moment on, the eel begins formulating a plan. From what he could conclude, sleep hygiene played a considerable role in the management of sleep apnea. He starts with monitoring your daily routines, taking notes on the things that need to be corrected—you know, the things you do just trying to survive the day.

After a week, he finally begins implementing his little tricks. It starts with a morning routine. It’s not jarring alarms that wake you in the morning, but Jade’s gentle coaxing until you’re up and ready. At the same time, every day. He ensures you’re too distracted for any afternoon naps, asking for your assistance with his work or perhaps doing some little activity together.

And you don’t even notice him starting to regulate your caffeine intake. Post 2 PM and you’re cut off. Whatever tea and/or coffee you drink comes decaf. Alternatively, he preempts your caffeine craving with something without the addictive substance. He knows your tastes well enough to provide something to make you forget about your caffeine deprivation.

About thirty minutes before your new, undisclosed bedtime, Jade, himself, becomes a distraction. This could be reading a book, listening to music, preparing for tomorrow, or just having an entertaining discussion with him. Whatever it is, it involves no screens for you.

In addition to your new, wind-down routine, Jade prepares the room to perfection. The bed is comfortable, it’s not too hot or too cold, no light permeates the darkness, and even a pleasant scent lulls your sleepy mind.

Thanks to your fastidious boyfriend, it’s quite easy to conform to this new routine. It helps alleviate some symptoms of your sleep apnea and does wonders for your mood. While the sleep apnea won’t be cured, Jade makes them easy to endure, even on the worst of nights. And honestly, it takes months before you even put together what he’s done.

“My dear, shall we start on the next chapter of our story? I’m quite invested in what will happen next. Hm? I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean. You think I would manipulate my lovely partner in such a way? I see. Your suspicion wounds me. Oh? Hm-hm. You got me. I wondered how long it would take for you to notice. It’s only been three months. No, no, I’m flattered you would be so comfortably oblivious around me. I’m glad you’re feeling better. That’s all the payment I need. Well, I wouldn’t say no to a kiss.”

Floyd

For like a solid week, Floyd thought snoring was the funniest thing. He’s not sure if snoring can even happen underwater, but he’s never heard it before. So needless to say, that part didn’t bother him at all. It did get him all miffed when you would get snippy with him, but he had to relent when you would complain of a headache.

One night, there’s a disaster in the Lounge and Azul keeps all the staff late until it’s clean—Floyd included. So when he gets back to his room rather late, it’s no surprise that you’re there, already fast asleep and snoring away. Just as he finishes changing and is about to get into bed, he pauses.

It’s quiet—too quiet. Lazy eyes fall across his sleeping partner. The usual snoring he’d come accustomed to is gone. You weren’t breathing. His first reaction is to reach out, calling out to you. By the arm, he shakes you enough to jump start your breathing, yet somehow not wake you. Suspicious, he watches you for a moment, waiting for it to happen again. But it doesn’t take long for Floyd to get bored and join you in bed.

He mentions the occurrence to Jade and Azul. The snoring is fine, but he’s not particularly fond of the not breathing thing. That’s kind of important for land-dwellers, right? The trio quickly discovers what sleep apnea is.

At first, Floyd lets the whole thing go. But the longer the information lingers in his brain, the more the symptoms begin to eat at him until he finally admits that this sleep apnea thing really sucks.  

The sophomore gets Azul and Jade to help him figure out how to fix this. Honestly, there’s not much he can do, let alone with his own erratic behavior. But he starts with little things that he remembers.

He’s not very nice about it if he catches you napping, immediately waking you up, consequences be damned. Though he does try to make you less grumpy for it with favors and snacks.

And these snacks HAD to be Floyd-approved. Anything after dinner is confiscated and caffeine is off the table after 2 PM. And so dedicated to his task, Floyd will recklessly devour any treats unable to be saved for later, but only because he got in trouble for hurling them across the room. By multiple people. No, it doesn’t matter if it screws him over—chugging something too hot or wired and wide awake later. He’s being chaotic, but he’s doing it for you.

Lastly, Floyd is aware that how you sleep can help keep your airways clear. He acquires an extra pillow—from Azul’s room—to help elevate your head. If you weren’t a side sleeper before, you are now. Sometimes, in the dead of night, the eel just sits up like the living dead. Bapping hands assess your situation, pushing and pulling until you’re sleeping on your side, head propped up on your new pillow.

These new habits soon alter your own. You give up on naps, fed up with being violently rattled awake. You stop wasting money and effort on food and drinks you know you’re not supposed to have. You can’t even sneak any of those things because Octavanelle is full of snitches. Actually, it’s full of people afraid of Floyd, but same thing. With these regulations, your sleep schedule slowly stabilizes—it’s not perfect, but better. Even the grogginess and headaches are significantly more manageable. And Floyd is rather proud of himself about the whole thing, knowing that he’s the reason you’re doing better.

“Heeeeey, what’s that you got there? Looks like something loaded with caffeine. I don’t think you should have that. Gimme! Huh? Gross. This isn’t caffeine. Man, I was hoping for something good. Huh? Yeah, looks like you’re being good. And you have been sleeping better. So, do I get a reward? Whadya mean what for? For fixin’ your jank sleep. C’mon, at least give me something better than this decaf crap. Mmm, I guess a kiss will do—but like a million of ‘em. You better get started.”

Malleus

Malleus is fully aware you’re a rough sleeper and he adores it anyway. He knows of your general disdain of being awake and is sensitive of your frequent headaches. This man thrives on learning about you: the good, the bad, and the noisy.

As a nocturnal fae, he’s often awake well after you’ve gone to bed. It takes mere days for an incident to occur. Content in the presence of your sleeping form, he listens and takes in the confirmation that you’re here with him.

So it comes as a startle when he realizes the room is dead silent.

Fear immediately overtakes his rationale when he turns to find you perfectly motionless. Swiftly dragging you into his arms, he rushes for the door. Then freezes. In his arms you lie, still fast asleep, now snoring again.

He does not join you in bed this night, far too afraid that you might slip away while he sleeps. It nearly makes him sick, but he’s filled with relief when you awake the following day.

That’s the day Malleus learns about sleep apnea. He doesn’t like it at all. He thought he loved everything about you, flaws and all. But this is detrimental to your health and happiness and he must do something.

He seeks guidance in books and his friends. Lilia is of little help with his recommendations of hare-brained remedies. Silver and Sebek are quick to shut those down for the sake of an innocent soul. Still, with their help, they’re able to come up with a plan.

Malleus would readily fund any treatment you’re willing to try, from the smallest medical device to the most extensive surgery. As the issue at hand is not currently life threatening, he won’t push too hard for surgery—for now.

Still, other lifestyle changes are an option. This turns into a very difficult time for him as he loathes denying you literally anything. Waking you from cozy naps nearly breaks his heart. Taking away treats you’re preparing to enjoy makes him feel like a villain. He’s invariably torn between his guilt and adoration of your pouty face. Only his wishes for your well-being keeps him going.

However, his favorite part of this whole thing has to be the new bedtime routine.

It starts with closing the curtains, blocking out all outside light from coming through. The temperature of the room is adjusted to comfortably cool while the scent of sweet briar roses wafts through the air. Songs fill the silence while a gentle interruption of whatever task you had at hand brings your attention fully to him. There’s no arguing with him, not this late. And you dance. Just peaceful swaying as you talk of anything and everything. Whatever you have to say, he’ll hear it. Because this is your time together.

Just as your eyes begin to flutter and the first yawns interrupt your sentiments does Malleus send you off to brush your teeth, put in your new mouth splint, and get dressed for bed. If for some reason, you fend off sleep long enough, he’ll coax you from bed to sway again. Or perhaps you’ll sit at the window while he tells you fairy tales he was taught as a hatchling. Once you start nodding off again, he returns you to bed. He’ll repeat this as many times as he has to until you’re truly asleep.

If you opt to accept surgery, your sleep apnea is practically cured and you’ll be incredibly pampered through recovery. If not, Malleus’s efforts still pay off. Not only has your health significantly improved, but so has your mood. And any new incidents are practically non-existent. While Malleus feels your bond has become significantly stronger with these changes, he pleased that, above all else, you’re feeling better.

“Come now, my love. It’s time to put the pen down. I’ll help you with the rest tomorrow. How was your day today? I’m glad. You haven’t been having any headaches lately, have you? Hmm, I suppose that’s still better than it was. I’ll have to ensure we have more painkillers tomorrow just in case. Of course I’m going to. I have to take care of you after all. I always will.”

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Nova's Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[ordowrites]

When You Are Sick

because i am sick, i am gonna be self indulgent with this.

cw: fluff, mostly. afab reader but no pronouns are used, some pet names (precious, my fire). mdni, minors dni. purely self indulgent. i want diluc to fret over me ok

characters: diluc & arlecchino

diluc

he's worried, needless to say - you spikes a fever pretty quickly and he's trying to remain calm and stoic. hay fever is common or perhaps, it's the flu or something else. either way, he starts to worry when you reject food offered to you and he considers calling all the best doctors he can. whatever you wish at this point, it will he his command. medications, tea, softer blankets. anything to make sure you're comfortable and on the track to recovery.

"diluc," you mumble as you crack open an eye, his pacing giving you a worse headache. you cough a bit. he freezes, looks at you, probably mentally preparing for the worst. "if you want to help, stop... moving around in here." you roll over and sigh, coughing again and groaning.

"is there something i can get you? perhaps i can fetch a medic? run you a bath? my fire, please tell me what you need."

you let out a breath. a groan.

"can you cuddle with me?" you finally ask. he runs warm and right now, you feel cold. "play with my hair. anything to get you to stop pacing."

he thinks for a moment - you two have shared a bed many times but he still hesitates. but he finally climbs in, and you sigh, relaxing in his warmth as his fingers softly start to stroke your hair and rub your back. he revels in your soft hair, always finding new ways to think of you as perfect.

"how's this, my flame?"

"mm, perfect. as always."

ever the one to please you, he continues until he hears you breathing deeply - finally asleep, although fitful.

arlecchino

to say she is unhappy is incorrect - displeased? you're not sure. you can't read her, but her hand is cold against your clammy skin and she clicks her tongue.

"how do you feel, precious?"

"...horrible."

she sits down at the side of the bed, weight causing some movement. "unfortunate. i suppose we'll have to put our dinner plans on hold until further notice."

"'m sorry." you mumble, too tired to actually care. you sigh and lean in when she rubs her thumb on your cheek. "really. this is stupid."

"we all get sick, no need to fret." alrecchino says and your eyes slide shut briefly. you're awoken later to a smell and you groan, sitting up. she's back in your guys room with some soup. "can you sit up, precious? you need to eat."

oh, you'd actually fallen asleep. it's darker than before - save for some lit candles.

when you do sit up - hit by dizziness and nausea - you consider laying back down. you don't protest as she chooses to feed you, savoring each bite. afterwards, she makes you take a sip of some water and tells you to rest again. she'll be back in a little bit.

so you do, grateful for arlecchino's pampering and coddling. you think, briefly, that she's kissed you on the lips but brush it off as a feverish haze.

"we'll talk about your silly choice to be outside in the rain without being properly dressed when you feel better." she says before she leaves.

maybe you can play up being sick for a few extra days when you start to recover.

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

WAIT LET ME REQUEST‼️‼️ how about the reader which ls us , we are like months pregnant about 6-9 and everything ls going wonderful but unfortunately Baldwin lsnt fully healed since they are close to finding a cure so what lf guy got lnto a argument with Baldwin but to get Baldwin back , guy pushes us down the stairs when we are that many months pregnant and something goes wrong??❤️

♧ The Fool's Undoing - King Baldwin x Reader ♧

♧ Angst ♧

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for this request Anon, sorry it's taken so long to get too 😔. I hope it's what you had in mind! This one is very angsty guys so I'm sorry in advance about that 😭. As always, this is based on the movie Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

P.S. I had a freaking STROKE because I forgot the word "physician" while writing this and spent a good 20 minnutes trying to figure out what it was😭😭😭. Big thank you to @minminambus for helping me through the stroke and finding the word 😭🫶.

TW: Mentions of violence, Mentions of m*scarriage, Leprosy

It had been a beautiful first few months. The maids worked tirelessly, adding the final finishing touches to the nursery adjoining the royal chambers. 

It was a rather windy afternoon when it happened.

Y/n lay comfortable in the bed she shared with her husband, reading a book as she rubbed the swell of her stomach. Her pregnancy had been practically perfect with no complications and the young couple were expecting their first born (and heir to the throne) very soon.

Baldwin lay dozing beside her, worn out from a particularly stressful meeting earlier that day. He had been writing letters before y/n beckoned him to her side and insisted he lay with her. The poor man was too tired to refuse and after her delicate fingers worked through his sandy blonde curls for a few minutes, he was fast asleep.

The queen smiled down at him. Things really could not be more perfect at that very moment.

A sharp knock at the door disturbed the peace all too soon. Y/n called out for them to enter and was displeased with the news that Lord Guy requested to see the king.

After a few gentle nudges, Baldwin came awake slowly, drowsy and confused.

“Wha- what's going on? Are you okay?” he asked, a slight panic in his tone as he propped himself up on his elbows.

Y/n chuckled lightly.

“Yes my love, I am just fine. Guy wants to see you apparently”.

Baldwin sighed and flopped back onto the pillows, dragging his bandaged hands down his face in annoyance.

“And what does that harlott want from me now exactly?” he asked, his voice dripping with malice at the very mention of the man.

The queen grinned, her husband only spoke cruelly when he was tired. It was always interesting to hear the well mannered and measured king speak ill of another.

“I'm not sure, but you best go find out before he gets angry and questions your competence again” y/n replied.

Baldwin sighed heavily, sitting up as his wife placed a gentle hand on his back to assist him.

“Very well, only because I don’t need him causing another fuss” he reached for the silver mask that sat on the nightstand and slipped it onto his face, pulling his hood up and standing.

“I'll see you in however long this takes”. Baldwin pressed the iron lips of the mask against his wife's forehead softly.

“And i'll see you again then too” he said again, pressing the lips of the mask to the swollen stomach of his wife.

Y/n smiled as her husband disappeared out the door.

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Baldwin walked down the halls of the castle, in no real hurry to face Guy and deal with whatever made up problem he had fabricated in an attempt to make the king seem incompetent.

Baldwin knocked on the door of Guy’s chambers and entered upon hearing approval.

Guy stood to bow, a small jerking motion that showed no real respect and was only done out of mere necessity.

“My lord, I was hoping to speak with you,” he said, smirking.

Baldwin scowled under the mask.

“Please make this quick, I have other duties to attend to,” he said, taking a seat at the table, opposite Guy.

“It's a small matter it really shouldn't take too long at all- I was just thinking about where I will sit if your.. Child.. Is born as a boy? Because I understand as it is now, that I am the only heir but if your child is a boy then I will be.. Removed from the role when you.. You know..” he chuckled nervously and smiled sarcastically.

That damn smirk only made Baldwin's blood boil further.

Perhaps if the young king was in a better state of mind and more well rested he would have reacted differently. But unfortunately he wasn't.

Baldwin took a deep breath before speaking.

“So let me get this straight, you called me in here to tell me about how you're concerned that you won’t be king when I die. You called me in here with you, to talk about how you're worried you wont have your time to shine when I’m dead. How dare you remind me of such things! I am going to be a father Guy, something you wouldn't know about since my sister won't even touch you and give you an heir of your own. Not like you will need anyone to rule after you anyway because as I stand here today, I tell you that no matter the gender of my baby that they will rule. Man or woman. Just to ensure that you will never get the chance to call yourself king of this land”

Baldwin stood and left the room swiftly, not giving Guy a chance to even open his mouth. 

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Later that evening, dinner was called. As the young king usually took his meals alone, the queen was expected to attend the royal dinners as the figurehead.

Much to Baldwin's disdain because it meant that the two would have to part ways for an hour or so. They said their goodbyes and y/n slipped out of the chamber doors.

She was surprised to not find a maid outside their room as there was usually one there to assist her down the stairs and to the dining room, as her heavy pregnancy made it difficult to walk down the steep, stone staircase.

Y/n looked around for a moment, and then began down the stairs.

She was focused and methodical with her steps.

Perhaps too focused.

So focused that she didn't notice Guy approaching her from behind, only taking notice when two firm hands were pressed into her back.

The young queen was sent forward, losing her balance on the hard stone staircase and plummeting down to the bottom.

And then everything went black.

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The first thing y/n noticed when she came too was the pain. Pain everywhere, a dull ache that spread deep in her bones.

The second thing she noticed were the panicked voices from every direction. One of which she recognised almost instantly.

“I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT MY DAMNED, SISTER SAYS, HE IS TO BE KILLED IMMEDIATELY. SENTENCE HIM TO DEATH” 

“Right away my lord"

The queen's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her husband's voice.

“B-Baldwin?”

The king practically ran to her side, crouching down beside the bed.

“I'm here my love, I'm right here” he took her hand in his and kissed it with the silver lips of his mask.

She smiled weakly at his presence.

“What happened?” she asked as physicians bustled around the room.

“Guy defiled you with an act of violence most cruel but I can assure you he has been put to death for his crime and will never get a chance to harm you again”.

Hot tears brimmed in the young queen's eyes as she remembered the staircase.

“And.. and the baby? Is the baby okay?” she asked, a sudden rush of panic flooding her.

Baldwin took a deep breath before answering.

“We don't know right now. But while you were unconscious the baby was felt kicking by several physicians, so that is a good sign” he said, a spark of hope in his melancholy voice.

Y/n breathed a sigh of relief at that. 

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Later that night, when the physicians and maids had deemed the queen as stable and healthy aside from a few bruises and scratches (no broken bones, thankfully), the king and queen lay together in their bed.

The moonlight basked the room in a comforting pale glow and y/n was just about to fall into a light sleep when she heard a small sob from behind her.

It was quiet and if there was any other sound in the room she would have missed it.

“Baldwin?” she said gently into the darkness.

“Y-yes?” came the reply.

“What's wrong my darling?” she said, turning over to face him.

Her voice was so soothing, so kind, he could never hide his emotions from her.

“It's all my fault” he sobbed, burying himself into her warmth.

“What's your fault sweetheart?” y/n asked, wrapping her arms around her husband, sliding her hand into his soft hair.

“It's my fault that Guy did what he did! It's all my fault. I was such a child, I provoked him. He would never have hurt you and our baby if I didn't yell at him, I was immature, I'm so sorry” he cried, tears soaking into the bandages that covered his cheeks.

“Oh my darling man, it's not your fault. It's his own fault, you know that Guy is- was a savage man. He would have done it no matter what you said to him, the only reason he did it was because he wanted to be the only heir and eliminate any possible competition. His savagery is not your fault my love” she said, pressing a kiss to his head.

“Oh y/n, what did I do to deserve someone like you?” Baldwin replied, wiping his tears on the blanket that covered them both and burying himself further into her body.

Y/n chuckled lightly, pulling him closer.

“I could ask you the same question you know”

[twopoppies]

Gina, I want to tell you I have been reading your blog for a couple years now. I’ve never sent an ask to anyone. I first came into the fandom when I watched Harrychella and I thought hmm this man isn’t just flagging he is screaming at the top of his lungs. Then I watched the Cosmic Leeds videos and I fell down a rabbit hole. I am not someone who believes “conspiracy theories”. I am however old enough to know closeting has been proven to exist in the entertainment industry. I’m also from a rural area of the U.S. where homophobia is the norm, so unfortunately I had no trouble believing closeting still exists. I went into full information gathering mode about Larry Stylinson, but it was more than that too. I fell in love with 1D and all the boys’ solo work, especially Louis. I loved his voice, his songwriting, and his ‘real’ personality (when he allowed it to shine through all the media training). I read through every tumblr I could, you and Daisie provided a wealth of information that can not be ignored. I feel certain that Larry was real and I hope they are still together. I’m not one of those people who never doubted. It would be hard not to second guess things in this fandom with all the gaslighting that goes on. I write all of this to say that I’ve never felt so sad and like there is no hope for change as I do right now. It feels like Louis’ fandom is falling apart. There is so much division, hate, and intolerance of any idea that doesn’t conform to someone’s own. Louis pr strategy honestly baffles me. A divided fandom is so tiring. It seems less like pr and more like intentional sabatoge, which I guess it could be. I just don’t see any way out for him or Harry. I think Harry’s extended break is partly because of this too. I think he was overworked and emotionally drained for many reasons, but closeting most of all is exhausting. If I’m feeling this way as a fan I can’t imagine how they must be feeling. It breaks my heart. Sometimes I hope I am crazy and Larry was never real because the story is just too sad. Don’t even get me started on bbg because it is the shittiest situation ever. I think I need to take a step back from the fandom for a bit. But this brings me to my point. I’m pretty resilient, I can not be the only person feeling this way. It makes me so worried for Louis’ career and for both Louis and Harry’s mental health. I guess I don’t really have an ask. I just wanted to say thank you for all the information you have provided over the years. And, I needed to get this off my chest. If I posted this on twitter I would be roasted and I’m not strong enough for that right now. I meant it when I said I fell in love with their music, so I will continue to support all the boys. I’m hoping there is a master plan that will eventually set them free. But, I just keep coming back to the line

‘Said I had a plan for us Time had came and changed it all We had to disappear 'Cause nothing gets through here’

I will add one more thing. I believe there are more Larries than people think, but we are tired of the gaslighting and the hate, so many of us step back or hide. This is why the industry wins most of the time. 😥

Hi, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I'm sorry it feels so overwhelming right now. I do think taking a step back is probably really healthy for most of us. I've actually never seen the fandom in such shambles.

I don't know what Louis' plan is in terms of his fandom or his future plans. But I have dozens and dozens of sad, confused, and angry messages in my inbox, and that fucking sucks. I really don't see a way forward at the moment. I will say, though, that some of the upset stems from some people's tendency to lean into worst-case scenarios and amplify their own worries by jumping to conclusions. Then there are the shit-stirrers who try to make things worse by sending in fake receipts or theories. It's hard to stay grounded when there's insanity whirling around you.

As for Harry and Louis, I do tend to believe they're still together. I don't think their relationship has been as easy as many of us would like to believe – I don't think it could be, given their ages when they met and the conditions they've had to live with. I do think they're soulmates... soulmates don't always end up together, but I tend to think these two will make it. I certainly hope they do.

Our fandom never does well when the boys aren't active. I think if you want to get your sanity back, now is as good a time as any.

[v3x-y0urs3lf]

Qiu Lin x Loner / unpopular / shy? MC

Written during the demo ⭐️

Tamarack x Popular reader

Depending on what steps I’m talking about, I’ll change Qiu’s pronouns..

Also, I’m aware that being a ‘loner’ or unpopular doesn’t necessarily mean you’re shy. I do occasionally mention the MC being shy, unlike step 1 Qiu I’m not always going to be able to be too accommodating.

I kind of got sidetracked during the end of Step 3, I’m sorry it doesn’t really fit with the theme.

I am incredibly tired right now, apologies if the English isn’t clear. I did not proof read this.

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I feel like this trope perfectly fits Qiu during a majority of the steps (1-3 I don’t really know about 4.) mainly because Qiu - despite not really intending on it, just is naturally popular even during step 2 (somehow?)

Step one Qiu just doing his usual thing with being overly accommodating and super welcoming to the new neighbour and they’re just.. not accepting it?

You can try and turn Qiu down softly or even just straight up ignore him and he’d.. accept it? I dunno, going off by Qiu’s normal reactions to when you choose to dismiss him.. he doesn’t seem like he’d care unless someone’s starting to judge or bother the MC and vice versa.

I’d like to just highlight that like.. everyone knows Qiu? I quite literally just imagine a bunch of kids during school constantly asking to play with him and while Qiu feels a bit too mean to decline.. he really wants to go play with his new neighbour?

Qiu would try and introduce the MC (and Tamarack.. maybe.) to all of his other friends but.. Neither of them are really budging which puts Qiu at a bit of a cross point.

I’m honestly not too sure what he’d do, lol. My heart wants me to say that Qiu would just go play with the MC anyways, regardless of how many people want him to play with t them but. My brain is telling me he’d give in to all the majority and play with them for a while before going to find the MC later.

Does that mean Qiu doesn’t want to go play with the MC instead? No. Does that mean Qiu doesn’t look their way occasionally while he’s playing tag with the other kids? No. Does that mean Qiu hurts the other kids’ feelings by straight up turning them down? Also no.

Logically thinking, despite what he wants- Qiu would pick to accomodate for the bigger crowd but leave a section of his time to make up for ‘ditching’ the MC for a moment.

It’s very obvious around that Qiu will always go back for the MC. No matter how fun the game is, No matter how distracted/forgetful he usually gets, No matter how many people he’s playing with- He will. Without a doubt. Go talk or play with the MC for at least 10 minutes before break or whatever ends.

Now, Step two.. “All they want in life is a little peace with the ones they trust. Such as, potentially their very favourite neighbor/neighbour.”

Qiu is still very obviously and very much ‘popular’. That never changes throughout their life (probably). They just don’t want to be.

Picture Qiu and MC, chilling by themselves and just avoiding people. By this stage there shouldn’t be any shyness or complete hatred and so, the two of them just sit with each other comfortably as Qiu rejects and declines any and all offers to hang out with anyone else but MC, Ren, Baxter(?) and.. potentially Tamarack? (Not sure about the last two.)

Unfortunately, Qiu can’t control their popularity or ‘Acquaintances’/old friends and everyone does notice when the ‘popular kid’ starts solely hanging out with one person in particular.

I’m not saying MC is getting bullied.. I’m just saying everyone can tell there is obvious favouritism and high school students can and will be mean.. take that as you will.

This is totally the time for “doesn’t get the hype but warms up to person B”.

I might just be biased but.. After 4 years you’d think you’d warm up to the neighbour kid enough to start to.. tolerate? Be content? .. perhaps even enjoy the presence of?

I don’t want to describe the MC too much but let’s just say the feelings between the both of them are mutual. (As in two teens just wanting to get away from the world.)

The two of you find solace in each other’s presence, the two of you having a mutual understanding that you both don’t really want to interact with the world but you’re totally fine with each other.

I hate how short step 2 was but I don’t know how else to describe angsty teens being angsty teens. So we’re moving onto Step three.

Qiu now understands the MC more, After having 8 years knowing each other and at least 4 years of deep conversations as angsty teenagers they can now officially say they understand your point of view.

Qiu doesn’t try to push the MC out of their comfort zone like he would’ve back in Step 1 but they certainly wouldn’t leave the MC to exactly stay in their own shell of aloofness.

Qiu does try to suggest getting out there, meeting new people but if you totally don’t want to- Up to you! They aren’t you and so they will NOT make that decision for you.

Autumn is up for a chat if you’re looking for one though, even the quietest, shyest, most aloof people in town sometimes need someone their age to talk to. Qiu gets it.

You were there through a very deep part of Qiu’s life and they are ready to be for you too if you want them there. Qiu can’t promise that they’ll help solve your problems or make you the talk of the town, but you better bet that they’ll cherish your relationship far after death do the two of you part.

[i-will-be-small333]

Pent Up Emotion

lando X femreader

summary- Lando has a pretty bad race and needs to take out his emotion

wc- 1.1k words

warnings- angst daddy kink, harsh ,sm*t

authors note- I love this fic more than any other i have read i hope you love it to. If you like it please leave a comment as it makes my efforts feel appreciated!

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You were watching the entire Austrian grand prix from the pitlane. You watched when Lando set his p2 lap in Q3 and celebrated. You watched when he overtook Max Verstappen for the lead during the sprint race. You watched Lando no matter what. You loved him. Unfortunately, when during the grand prix Max pushed Lando of the track and caused Lando to DNF you were there too. You were happy to see Lando, but you weren't happy to see the shunt take place. You knew the risks of motorsport and didn't want anything to happen to Lando. Ever. Lando was filled with rage after the race. You could tell his blood was boiling but he tried his best to be polite about it. Lando's anger was palpable as he stormed out of his car and onto the racetrack. The adrenaline from the intense race still coursed through his veins, but it was now mixed with a healthy dose of frustration and anger. Max's reckless move had cost him the win, and Lando couldn't help but feel like his competitor and friend had sabotaged him on purpose. It was clear that this incident would have repercussions far beyond the finish line. But what you did not expect is that Lando would end up taking all his frustration and harshness on you that night. Lando usual calm demeanor with you was replace by a bitterness and soreness from the loss on the way back to the hotel. You didn't want to say anything to Lando about it because you knew he was bothered, so you didn't even try and press on the issue. Instead, you comforted Lando with a sweet voice all the way back to the hotel. You reached the hotel at around 12:30 am in the night. It was getting late and the both of you needed a good night's rest.

Once you reach back to the hotel you take a place on your bed and scroll for a bit, your both very tired after the long day. After about 30 minutes of rotting on your bed you get up to go change into something more comfortable. You enter the bathroom with a pair of small shorts and a tank top. While changing, all of a sudden, Lando barges into the bathroom by accident and sees you, he quickly shuts the door and hollers "sorry babe!" "No prob Lan" you answer back. He was still a gentleman. You step out of the bathroom to see Lando sitting on the bed completely out of it. He looked so zoned out. "Babe, I need to fuck you right now." "Lan, your exhausted. Don't tire yourself out. You have had a long day-" You attempt to reason with him even though you wanted it as much as he does. But Lando cuts you off and argues back " I really don't care baby I need you bouncing on my dick right now." You pretend to think about it for a second even though you know you could never say no to him. Lando lets out a guttural groan. "Okay baby" Lando didn't feel the need to wait for any further encouragement. He. Went. Feral. "Mm, thanks m'baby" he whispers under his breath.

Lando wastes no time in removing your shorts. He takes them down with on hand while picking you up and placing you in the center of the bed. He unbuckles his pants as fast his hands can help him. He grips both of your wrists and holds your hand back. He then proceeds to give you a look making sure you were okay with this. You give him a small nod and he continues. He thrusts his length into you so suddenly and so sharply that you wince at the sensation. He starts forcing his length into you at faster and faster speeds. He was going so hard and so fast that the pain bought a tear to your eye. But it was good pain, the type of pain you wanted. He starts going at you even faster and more energetically. He readjusts your legs to bend your knees which allows him to dig even deeper into. The new position made you feel wonders and you were so close to finishing. A bead of sweat forms on Lando's forehead from the energy he was putting into you. " My favorite little fucktoy" he mutters. Lando can feel that you are close to finishing but does nothing to aid you. You finally finish and you can feel the knot in your stomach finally unravel but Lando keeps going in & out at the same pace. You try squeezing your legs shut but he pry's them back open. "Not yet my princess, Daddy has to c*m" You cry out from the overstimulation. "Lan, please stop. I can't take it any longer" You whine. Lando attempt to hush you down by saying " Its ok darling, I know you can take it" he let out a breathy sigh and then added "at least f'me", Lando starts going feral inside of you seeking his own release. Soon he gets what he was looking for a spill his c*m all inside of you. He sits back and sighs. "You ok my love?" he finally questions. "Yeah, just a little tired love" you answer a second later. " I'm sorry for being so harsh princess, I was taking out my anger on you. you're sure you're ok my love?" " of course I'm ok after that Lando, more than okay" you say chuckling. You try to get up and go to the bathroom but almost trip over because of how shaky your legs were. Lando sees that and comes rushing over to you, he tells you to sit down and then rushes to bring you a towel, some water and your shorts. He then proceeds to get into be with you and he gives you cuddles until you both fall asleep.

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[venture4treasure]

"Happy Birthday, Venture"

Words: 657

Premise: Venture’s birthday unfortunately overlapped an important Overwatch mission, but you do your best to make the best of it for them. 

Warnings: None

Three hours into a flight back to Gibraltar, and most of the agents have been lulled to sleep by the exhaustion of the mission aided by the gentle rumble of the plane engine. 

You slip into the empty seat besides Venture, they’re staring absent-mindedly out the window, head resting against their hand propped up on the tray table. They don’t make any acknowledgement of your presence. 

“Sloan,” you ask, your hand ghosting over their shoulder – unsure of if touch would startle them. 

They snap towards your voice, blinking a couple times to ground themselves before breathing out an exasperated groan. 

“Sorry, sorry,” they say, waving their hands for emphasis, “didn’t mean to ignore you, love”. 

“It’s fine,” you smile, reaching for a towel to wipe at some of the dirt on their face, “you didn’t wash up earlier?” 

“I was tired and thought I’d knock out instantly,” Venture leans back into their seat, “instead I’ve been thinking, getting into my own head about things”.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You hum. 

“It’s my birthday, I almost forgot with how busy everything has been,” Venture explains, “guess this whole ‘saving the world’ thing doesn’t come with vacation days”. 

“It’s also my first birthday away from family,” Venture adds, quieter, “like it was going to happen one day, but I really wish I were home with mi abuelita and not on this mission”.

Venture pauses, reflecting on what they’ve said. They make a face, sticking their tongue out as if spitting out something gross. 

“What am I saying,” they whine, “of course I want to protect the people and artifacts of Dorado, but…” 

You reach your arm across Venture’s neck, pulling them in for a hug. 

“No, I get it. We’re all so tired with everything recently,” you lean back, tracing their eye bags with your thumb – you can’t imagine how exhausted they are between Overwatch and the Wayfinders Society, it’s bad enough just trying to keep up with Overwatch alone these days. 

“Anyways,” you chirp, rummaging through your bag to take out a tupperware container. 

“Cupcakes,” you cheerily announce, “I wouldn’t forget your birthday”. 

Venture stares at you, at a loss for words. 

“How did you get them aboard?” 

“Who’s checking,” you ask back. Ana does, your mind helpfully supplies. But she all but encouraged you when you bashfully explained why, so that doesn’t count. 

Venture makes a noise, surrendering to your point. They pick up a cupcake, taking a bite.

“It’s good,” they lick their lips, “better than the rations on the plane for sure”. 

You agree, digging through your stuff again for a plastic bag that you haphazardly drop besides the cupcakes. 

“Rocks?” Venture asks, amused. 

You pick out one of the ‘rocks’ from the bag, breaking it in half to show them.

“Cake balls” you correct, popping the dessert in your mouth, “they’re really good, I got the recipe from Lena”.

“Lena cooks?” Venture raises a brow in disbelief, picking a cake ball for themselves. 

“No,” you laugh, “Emily does though, she's fantastic”.

The two or you eat in silence for some time, breaking the peace to show each other social media posts on your phones. 

“Oh,” you pull out a yellow slip of paper from your pocket, “I got this for you too”.

Venture takes the note, unfolding it to read its content. 

“A paid leave of absence…” Venture reads to themself, “from the Wayfinders Society and Overwatch?” 

“This isn’t real”. 

“It very much is,” you huff, “took forever to find who manages this kinda stuff for the Wayfinders, but Winston was happy to give you your well-deserved break”. 

Venture lets out a choked noise, catching you in a tight hug, shoving their face against your neck. You can feel them silently tear up. You hold them closer, running your hand comfortingly across their back. 

“Go enjoy a break with your abuelita,” you say.

“I will,” they assure, still clutching onto you.

“Happy birthday, Sloan”.  

Author’s Note: One (now a couple, oops) day late because I forgot until I saw a tweet about it.

[7975348473]

Who Needs a Father When You Have Brothers?

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CH- 2

Jameson met each of his brothers gazes before sighing in defeat. He whipped out his phone, found the message and slid the phone across the table; towards them. Had this been another normal day, Jameson would have been slightly angered by the silent defeat. But today was, unfortunately, not a normal day. This happened to be Jameson's birthday, which was going terribly, he got a stupid ass message from his biological father and his heiress was out of town. A unique day indeed.

Nash grabbed the phone and showed it to each of his brothers.

A, much appreciated, silence followed.

"Jamie. Are you-" Nash started

"Yes. I am absolutely fine. I am ravishing actually, because, incase you haven't realized, its my birthday big brother, I am great." Jameson grimaced the moment he finished. He had screwed up.

Too many adjectives, too many synonyms for 'Good', god I am on edge today-

Jameson felt Grayson's peculiar glare on him, which can be quite exposing if you let it.

"Can you try to spew anything but lies today?" Said Grayson.

"That's right, I heard somewhere that lying on your birthday leads to bad headaches. " Came Xander's reply. His nonsense was much appreciated today.

"Speak, Jamie." A demand from the oldest Hawthorne.

Welp, its either give in or get a spanking. Might as well try to divert.

"Look, I know I have a way with words, but I am as bad at expressing myself as Xander is, going without scones for a day."

"People shouldn't have to go without scones for a day brother and you know it."

"Debatable, Xander."

"Mind elaborating?"

"Well, for starters, scones are relatively unhealthy. So eating them daily cannot be good for you. Sorry to break it to you."

Xander gave a dramatic gasp before stating, "Well brother. If we were to go-"

Grayson gave Xander a tiny nudge with his elbow and shot him a glare while Nash just sighed.

"OW! What did I do?- OH!! I SEE WHAT U DID THERE- Smart move Winchester."

Welp, it was worth a shot. Thought Jameson.

"Would you try to make this easier for all of us?" Came Grayson's retort, leaving behind none of his usual sharpness.

"Whatever do you mean, Gray?" Smiled Jameson. He met Grayson's eyes. A Question. A Challenge.

Lets see if I break today Gray, try me.

Grayson let his glare rest on Jameson's face for a long while. "You know exactly what I mean, dimwit."

"Well, its no secret that I am good at reading you, Gray. But it seems I am too tired to read between the lines today." Replied Jameson.

Grayson rolled his eyes, "Well let me save you the trouble, Jamie. Just what the fuck is going through that dumbass brain of yours?"

"Oh ho- you kiss Lyra with that mouth?" 

"Would you stop diverting the fucking conversation?"

"I was asking a genuine question."

"How the hell did you manage to bring up Lyra in this conversation?"

"She's my soon-to-be-sister-in-law, of course I can bring her up in any conversation that has something to do with you."

"He has a point." Intervened Xander.

"Shut up, Xander, no one asked."

"Rude."

"Yeah, why are you being so rude to the youngest? Cut him some slack." Said Jameson, bringing a hand to Xander's thigh.

"Yeah! I can always go tell Gran. I am her favourite." Said Xander.

"Whose side are you on Xander?" Said Grayson, his voice as sharp as a knife.

"I was on yours until you asked me, Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne, to shut up. Me, Gray. Really?" Replied Xander, lacking no dramatic flair.

Jameson snorted before nodding in agreement.

"Xander, have you seriously forgotten why we're here in the first place?" Asked Grayson, obviously exasperated.

"Oh, don't try to fish him back to your side now. I am his favorite brother." Said Jameson, looking to Xander for confirmation.

"Uh- well- that's not necessarily true in all cases." said Xander, awkwardly flashing Jameson a smile.

"Okay. Ouch. Direct hit little brother. I have taught you well." Said Jameson. At this Grayson snorted.

"Actually, your heiress taught me that." Replied Xander, confidently.

"See, you're useless Jameson." Said Grayson.

"And he successfully diverted you too, Gray. Commendable effort Jamie, I must say, you almost got us all there." Said Nash, finally joining in on his brothers' chaos.

Grayson sent Jameson another glare upon realizing his defeat.

Victory. Sweet as hell. 

Nash stared Jameson up and down, calculating his next move before he continued, "You're not going to give in that easily are you, little brother? "

Jameson shot Nash a crooked smile in reply.

"Then lets do this the Hawthorne way. We'll play a game. If you win, Jamie, we will allow you to continue sulking in your corner. No cars. No adrenaline-boosting activities. But we won't push for answers." Said Nash, his voice full of authority, a voice no one could say no to.

"But if one of us wins, you will have to give us all the answers we want." Finished Nash.

Both Grayson and Xander nodded in agreement.

"Well, the chances do seem to be a bit unfairly tipped towards your side, don't they brother?" Asked Jameson, innocently.

"Are you saying you might lose? "Asked Grayson, a single eyebrow raised.

Jameson turned his head to face Grayson and shot him a wicked grin. "Never."

"Right. In order to make it up to you, Jamie, you choose the game." Said Nash, fixing his collar.

Jameson thought for a good moment. He glanced at each of his brothers one by one and he noticed one thing.

Each of his brothers were unusually under-dressed today. Even Grayson.

 Each of his brothers were now staring at him, anticipation clear on their face. Jameson smirked and met their gazes. His brothers immediately understood.

"Strip-Bowling."