#pillow for lower back pain side sleeper

[homishguide]

How To Use A Wedge Pillow For Lower Back Pain

Simple Explain in 2023

Using a wedge pillow for lower back pain can be a great way to find relief. Wedge pillows support the lower back and help keep the spine in alignment while sleeping.

They can be used in various ways, such as placing it under the knees to reduce pressure on the lower back, tucking it under the neck when sleeping on the back, or placing it under the lower back when sleeping on the side.

The wedge shape of the pillow helps to keep the spine in a neutral position and can help to reduce strain on the muscles and joints in the lower back.

Additionally, they allow for the head and neck to be elevated, which can help to reduce tension and stiffness in the neck, shoulders, and upper back as well.

When using a wedge pillow for lower back pain, it's important to ensure that it is providing adequate support and to adjust the pillow as needed to ensure proper alignment of the spine.

Read More: https://homishguide.com/how-to-use-a-wedge-pillow-for-lower-back-pain

[emucomfort]

Why Chicagoans Are Flocking to the Stomach Sleeper Pillow!

Alright, fellow Windy City residents, let's talk about a little something that's near and dear to our hearts—sleep. And not just any sleep, but the kind that leaves you feeling like a million bucks. If you're a die-hard stomach sleeper in Chicago, you know the struggle of finding that perfect pillow. Well, guess what? We've got a game-changer for you!

Neck Pain No More

If you've ever woken up with a stiff neck that makes you look like a robot trying to turn its head, you're not alone. Regular pillows just can't cut it for us stomach sleepers. But the Stomach Sleeper Pillow in Chicago? Oh, it's like a cloud of relief. Designed with us in mind, this vertical wonder is here to rescue you from neck pain hell.

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Imagine this: You, the city lights of Chicago twinkling outside your window, and the Stomach Sleeper Pillow cradling you like a baby. It's not just a pillow; it's the key to heavenly slumber. Say goodbye to those restless nights and hello to maximum comfort. Trust me; it's like a hug for your whole body. Get it from Emu Comfort!

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This pillow isn't your run-of-the-mill headrest. Every inch of it is meticulously designed to give you the best sleep posture and quality you've ever experienced. No more waking up feeling like you've been run over by a CTA bus. The Stomach Sleeper Pillow has your back—literally!

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What can you expect from this game-changing pillow, you ask? Well, hold onto your deep-dish pizza because there's a lot. It's like having a personal chiropractor while you sleep, keeping your spine and neck in perfect harmony.No more feeling like you're suffocating in your own pillow. This vertical design keeps your airways open and free.

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[faevi]

GOJO SATORU WAKES YOU UP - (smut)

Scenario: Gojo Satoru promised to help you wake up on time and fix your sleeping schedule. He decides to use his own methods. (SMUT).

Word Count: 3,890.

Content / Trigger Warning: female reader (she/her), somnophilia, cunningulous, finger sucking, gagging, tasting of oneself(?), fingering, squirting, praise, a little bit of degradation / humiliation, a sprinkle of possessiveness, hair pulling, marking with hickies, pet-names, slight size kink, gojo being hot?

Please let me know if i missed anything - if i have, it’s genuinely unintentional.

Note: As you can see, I'm slowly getting back into writing cause I miss it. So it might be a liiiiittle bit rusty. This is my first Satoru piece! I plan to write many more. This isn't proofread / edited - So please just ignore any mistakes lkdfgfd. I also tried to follow the aesthetic trends of how everyone posts their writing pieces?? Editing is hard. I hope someone reads this and likes it (: Please let me know if you do!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Satoru’s warm gaze never left the bed. Even as he blindly wraps the leather strap around his wrist, long fingers sliding the strap through the metal half circle, prick poking into the hole and tightens the watch. He decided to let you sleep in for an extra hour as he prepared himself for work. It’s difficult for the tall male to not indulge in spoiling you, especially when you look so cute curled up and drool seeping out onto the pillow.

Still…. He made a promise to both himself and you that he’d help you improve your sleeping schedule and limit sleeping in. It pains his heart whenever he watches you get upset from wasting hours of your day. Satoru gently sprays his cologne, dabbing it against the sides of his neck and wrists before setting the fancy-looking bottle down amongst your many that he’s purchased for you. He checks the time on his watch, already unbuttoning the few buttons of his white dress shirt. It’s 8:10 AM and he has to leave soon.

The white-haired male opts out on waking you up in a usual loud-playful manner of his. Simply because, well, you’re looking too cute. Just how you manage to coax him into letting you sleep in without even having to lift a finger. Satoru approaches the shared bed, feet silent against the carpet floor before he lowers one knee against the mattress, feeling it sink beneath his weight as he leans down, large hand sliding from your waist to hug around your stomach.

“Baby, it’s time to wake up..” Satoru speaks softly, voice his usual low and soothing. He scatters kisses against your bare shoulder, fingers gently brushing against your stomach before his palm presses against it. You only stir a little in your peaceful slumber, curling up further and pitifully trying to pull the blankets over your head. Satoru snorts, endeared by how you are just not a morning person at all. His loving attempt was a failure and he watches as you continue to sleep, wondering what you’re dreaming about.

Strands of white hair fall over his crystal blue eyes as he presses his bigger form against you, almost smothering you but he keeps his weight off of you, trying to peek at your face beneath the blankets. “If you wake up now, I’ll take you out for breakfast.” Satoru offers, hands on your body stopping as he waits to see if that temptation would have gotten a response. Nothing. Only soft breathing. ‘How can someone be such a heavy sleeper’, he thinks in almost disbelief. Satoru rolls his eyes before he stands up at the edge of the bed, hands tucking into the pockets of his black slacks. The sadistic, playful side within him calls to rile you up in the early morning by yanking the blankets and dragging your body off of the mattress but…

His heart just squeezes at the sight of the bundle of blankets forming barriers around you. Nothing is tucked in tightly, thanks to the fun last night and so instantly, an idea pops into his head. He has access. Satoru is often fantasizing about you. Hell, it feels like it’s every second of the day. It’s a miracle that he’s even able to focus on work or crack a joke to annoy his co-workers. Satoru is just the best at multi-tasking and right now, he craves to devour you and wake you up… eventually. Technically it’s multi-tasking.

Satoru bends over, lifting the blankets up cautiously from the bottom until he could see your bare legs. His heart begins to thump faster with excitement at the thought of touching you when you’re at your most vulnerable; cock twitching in his slacks. He flicks the blankets over to keep your legs exposed, hands rolling up the sleeves of his tight fitted dress shirt before he lowers his upper body onto the mattress, one hand guiding the blankets over his head until he finds himself trapped between your legs, hungry gaze falling onto your pussy.

Even with the darkness clouding around him from the blankets, Satoru can see everything. Your cunt already lightly coated in a light sheen of slick. Appearing so inviting for the taller male. He groans quietly, large hands cupping the back of your thighs and pauses for a moment. You don’t even squirm from the new touch. Whatever you’re dreaming about must be good. That, or your trust in him is so deep that it reaches sleep. He guides your legs over his broad shoulders, shifting himself so his knees are planted on the carpet, the length of your legs staying over his shoulders as he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, tongue sliding out to teasingly dance across your smooth skin. His love-marks from last night only encourage him, lips latching onto your warm flesh to suck harshly to form another; now starting to feel you squirm a little.

You whine softly in your sleep, trying to roll onto your side but it fails as his strength easily keeps you flat on your back; body thinking nothing of it as you continue your peaceful slumber. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, though lips curled in amusement. “A sleeping beauty, all mine for the taking.” Satoru mumbles beneath his breath, fingers squeezing your flesh roughly before inching up until his long index finger glides between your folds. It slides so easily. Wet, already. He groans, pressing his crotch against the edge of the bed to try and contain himself. Invading your wet needy cunt with his cock would definitely wake you up but he thinks you need to earn it and you’re unable to do so in such a slumber.

Satoru is always in absolute awe when it comes to the sight of your pussy becoming so easily aroused just from his touch. Even as you sleep. Two of his fingers continue to cautiously glide up and down between your slick covered folds, grinning a little at noticing your thighs quivering from the careful touch. Even your hole clenches around nothing in response, desperate to be filled. Your eyebrows furrow, tilting your head into the pillow to lazily nuzzle against it in your sleep, inhaling the scent of the white-haired male that lingers. “Fuck, baby..” Satoru mumbles, two of his fingers pressing against your folds until they part to reveal your sensitive clit and needy hole. Strings of slick become visible and Satoru is always easily tempted. He drags his tongue between to break the strings, pleased by tasting you further.

With silent frustration towards the blankets hiding your face, Satoru swiftly yanks them off until the pair of you are exposed, blankets discarded on the floor. He coos mockingly as you begin to shiver from the cold. “Poor baby girl, needs warming up.” He whispers, toned arms wrapping around your thighs to keep them in place over his shoulders. Your inner thighs squeeze against his face, piercing blue eyes focusing on your sleeping face as he quickly dives in to devour you, growling lowly. His lips pressing sweetly against your sopping pussy, wet muscle dragging between your folds, moans muffled as he taste your sweet juices on his daring tongue. His mind going wild with the idea of what he could do to you as you sleep so deeply. It tempts him so much that Satoru thinks of testing further other times.

A whimpering moan parts from your sleeping lips, face scrunching up as pleasure spreads through your body from your core, fist bunching the sheets up. You stir in your slumber only slightly and for once, Satoru is glad you don’t wake up instantly. He feels powerful, being able to touch and kiss you when you’re completely vulnerable but still feeling the absolute bliss that is his tongue. Short nails dig into your thighs, pressing his face further between your legs as his open mouth makes out hungrily with your cunt. He could barely breathe from how firmly he’s pressing his face into your core, only inhaling the scent of your sex. His tongue laps up your sweetness before he leans in to press sloppy kisses to your throbbing clit, sucking harshly and tongue rubbing against the bud until he feels your legs tense up and tremble, pitifully trying to contain the ecstasy you begin to feel from his eager mouth never parting from your lower lips.

Tongue swirls around the nub lightly between his needy kisses, juices smearing across his handsome face. Blindly, your hand reaches down towards the source, fingers threading through his white hair. You begin to wake up. Slowly. Not truly able to get out of your slumber but, you feel the sweet pleasure wash over you constantly and your mind begins to seek for answers. “A-Ah… Wha— Nn…” You moan out, unable to form words from the cloud of sleepiness hanging over your head. What is going on? Something feels so good… You could barely lift it off of the pillows, eyes glancing down. You feel face get hot when realisation starts to hit you; Satoru is gazing back up at you. The piercing blue eyes wide and manic with a mixture of excitement & hunger. He’s eating you out like a starved man.

Satoru barely lifts his mouth to speak, voice dripping with lust and sounding breathless. “Good morning, princess. Finally awake, huh? Took me to touch your needy cunt for you to wake up? Filthy. My dirty little slut, hm?” The degrading words slip out through a teasing purr, prompting your free hand to pathetically try to cover your face. You feel your heart flutter, head dizzy with lustful thoughts. Drowsiness hands over your head but, it doesn’t stop your cravings starting to form. You couldn’t deny that the sadistic ways Satoru shows only causes your pussy to clench around nothing; wishing to be stretched out by his thick, pulsating cock.

“Nn, ‘toru, please—”

“No cock for you.”

He could practically read your mind by knowing you too well. That’s what you get for refusing to wake up in the first place, you suppose. Especially since you begged him to help you fix your awful habit. Satoru may love to spoil you, shower you in love and pleasure but, he can be almost scary with how firm he is with punishments. This isn’t the worst and so you accept it. You pout sleepily, eyes droopy as you watch the tall male bury his mouth against your wet cunt against, flustered by the sounds of just how excited your body is. It’s an addicting sight to see. A tall man lapping up your slick, groaning quietly from the delicious taste of you. He could taste you for hours on end if he could. Moans of his name part from you as you feel his tongue rub relentlessly against your pulsing clit, slurping loudly as his lips move against your folds, drinking every drop that dares to seep out. “Fuck, you taste so good.” Satoru groans, lips dragging down until his tongue teases your hole. You see stars, gasping sharply as you pull on the strands of his silky white hair.

Satoru groans from the ache he feels, head tilting back away from your hand to feel more of the painful tug, tongue licking over your fluttering hole, gently prodding at it. You anticipate it and, that’s why Satoru pulls away. He’s kneels up and grins down at you, admiring the way your body trembles so cutely beneath him. Your slick is dripping down his chin, coating his lower face. Your face falls from the loss of pleasure, attempting to whine in complaint. “Satoru, come on…” It does nothing, asides from making his cock strain even further against his slacks. Satoru takes his sweet time, wiping his face with his hand, watching as a string of your mess connects his fingers together.

“Dirty girl.” He comments before bringing his hand towards your face. “Open wide.” Satoru orders, voice smooth and instantly, you part your lips to happily take his long fingers into your mouth. Even this is spoiling. Satoru knows you have a wild fetish for his hands and so, if it’s not his cock that you can take; you’ll eagerly take his fingers down your throat. Your needy moans are muffled as you suck your own sweetness off of his fingers. The pads of his fingers press against your soft wet muscle, sliding them further down and watches intently as you swallow around them, his gaze darkening. Your throat muscles constrict around the invasion, causing you to gag audibly but you continue to suck like the filthy whore you are for this man.

“So good for me, aren’t you? Taking everything I give you.” He speaks soothingly, his free hand caressing your stomach. His other hand continues to slide long, slender fingers in and out of your mouth. You whimper, looking up at him with an ‘innocent’ gaze as you continue to obediently suck, only able to taste yourself, few droplets escaping down your chin. Satoru feigns calmness, checking the time on his watch. You couldn’t help but think how hot it is when he even checks the time. You’ve fallen that deep for the tall male. He’s definitely going to be late to work. Frankly, he doesn’t fucking care. They need him more than he needs them. What he truly needs? You. Always. Every shape and form. Still, this isn’t about him and so with every fibre of his being, Satoru ignores his cock, even though it throbs badly & craving to be touched.

“If you promise me to wake up properly when I wake you, I’ll let you come.” Satoru promises, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, thumb swiping gently against your lower lip. “P-Please, I promise! I’ll wake up on time, I swear.. I’ll listen to you, always. Please.” You beg, voice raspy from the lack of talking and having fingers deep down your throat. “Okay, baby~.” He coos, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your soft tiers, unable to deny how cute you are when you beg for him. You could smell is heavenly cologne gently waft over you from how close he is. One of your favourite scents. “Still, no cock.” He whispers breathlessly against your lips, hand trailing down to between your legs. You pout at him from denying you his cock once more, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.

He lovingly rubs his nose against yours, obliging your clinginess by keeping his bigger form pressed against you in an embrace, scattering kisses against your jawline as his long fingers meet your needy core once more. He doesn’t tease you by dragging out his time with you, two of his fingers rub against your quivering hole before finally pushing in slowly. They slide in so easily. Even if it’s just his fingers, Satoru groans at the feeling of your tight, velvety walls cling around his digits, squeezing. Your breathing becomes erratic from feeling the sweet stretch around his digits; nothing compared to the entire length of Satoru’s thick cock but, his fingers still feel so heavenly inside of you. You briefly wonder if you could just live your life with a part of him always inside of you.

You’re clinging onto him, upper body rising off of the bed and his free arm wraps around you to keep you pressed against him, soft lips still attached to your jawline, sucking firmly enough to leave a bruise. Another possessive mark to wear with pride. His long fingers pump deep inside of you, feeling them drag along your warm slick walls as they push in and out. Moans just spill from you and Satoru feels so damn aroused just from how needy and precious you sound. Your slick already dripping onto the sheets as he continues to pound his fingers into your tight cunt roughly, angling them until—

“Oh!” You gasp sharply when a jolt of ecstasy rushes over your entire body, upper body jerking upwards from the sudden sensation. Satoru knows where to find your sweet spot quickly and is already eager to abuse it until he witnesses pretty tears in your eyes, sobbing his name out over and over like your own prayer. The white-haired male keeps you trapped beneath his large frame, plunging his fingers desperately, rubbing against your g-spot and keeping his blue eyes focused on your visage. Fuck, it really turns him on to see your face scrunch up and mouth hanging open as you’re unable to contain yourself, crying out for him.

You choke on a sob, toes curling against the crinkled sheets and bare breasts jiggling from the impact of Satoru’s fingers moving, encouraging your hips to move as you grind down onto them. You feel complete bliss, not able to feel flustered like usual from the wet squelching sounds of your throbbing pussy. Pleasure in the form of electricity just shoots through your body, trying so hard to contain yourself by tensing up. Satoru knows you’re pathetic when it comes to that. It’s adorable, really. He enjoys watching you try to hide how good it feels before you’re babbling out his name, screaming for him.

Just as you are now. From his fingers alone. You bite down on his shoulder, trembling hands holding onto him as you cry out for him, tears glued to your long pretty lashes. Your stomach is feeling so hot and tight, throbbing walls clenching around his relentless fingers. “Sweet girl, need to come?” Satoru chuckles softly, warm breath fanning against the side of your face. The free arm holding himself up aches a little but that is nothing compared to his strength. Though, he knows you’d probably love being smothered by his larger body; Satoru selfishly wants to witness it all. Witness you come undone by just his digits.

You whimper, deliberately squeezing around his fingers to coax out a grunt from him. It’s true. He can read you so well because you really do need to let go. Be broken in by the man. There’s an unspoken rule between you both and that is waiting on his permission. He loves how obedient you get for him in the bed. So fucking cute and sweet. He drags it out a little longer, not quite done with you. He grinds his fingers into you, now pressing his palm against your sopping pussy and makes contact with your overly-sensitive clit.

“Ah, fuck! Please!” You plead breathlessly, a hand coming down to weakly hold onto his wrist but neither of you refuse to stop him. Satoru peels himself off of you, creating more distance between your body and you could see his eyes cloud darkly with desire for something. “Come for me.” Satoru orders, free hand pressing against your stomach, the fingers deep in your core now rapidly moving up and down. You pant heavily, feeling your high swiftly approaching as you try to lean up on your elbows, thighs squirming. Everything feels so damn hot and sensitive, it’s a miracle you’re not snapping your legs shut on his hand as you usually can’t help it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuu—‘Toru!!” You cry out in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure now constantly crash down over your body, leaving you trembling hard, eyes rolling. Satoru is quick to slide his fingers out to watch the heavenly sight he’s been craving for; you squirting. Fuck, he thinks. He’s panting himself as your sweet juices spurt out in lots, gushing hard all over the bed and his work slacks. “Squirting all over me, filthy girl.” He groans, not daring to blink. ‘Do not dare miss a moment’, he thinks. Your hips snap upwards, chasing the addicting high as your wetness continues to spill out. Tears escape, sobbing out for the white-haired male, body feeling so hot and tingly.

Satoru coos at the adorable sight of you coming undone from his mouth and fingers. Large hands caressing along your sides, not daring to hold you down through your orgasm. He enjoys it far too much as you tremble and cry for him. “Good girl..” He praises, one hand coming to stroke your hair, peppering kisses against your bare shoulder. His office clothes are a mess now, your fluids soaked in patches against his black slacks. He didn’t care. He loves you too much. Satoru lays next to you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you in and lips cautiously brushing away your pretty tears, mixing in with the taste of your sweetness that lingers on his tongue. You slur out a whine when you feel his tongue against your face, body still trembling gently as it naturally comes down from the high. You feel so sensitive. No one else has ever made you feel anything this good until Satoru.

Satoru…

You just always crave to be with Satoru. Body, soul, heart & mind. This is where you belong. You lean back into his loving embrace, smiling from the multiple kisses that he presses to the top of your head, trying to look up at him through droopy eyelids. You could feel his bulge pressing against your backside. “Well, I’m awake now.” You joke sheepishly, prompting the male to snort and roll his eyes. “Didn’t take much to wake you, just my face buried between your legs. Should have tried that from the start, knowing how needy you are for me.” Satoru teases sweetly, lips curled to form a cocky grin. You feel heat rise to your cheeks, rolling over to bury your face into his firm chest, slowly gliding your hand down towards his crotch. His large hand smothers yours, stopping your movement and you pout. He’s still firm on the ‘no cock’ rule this morning for refusing to wake up, much to his dismay. His length aches from no action. You press an apologetic kiss to his broad shoulder, voice quiet.

“Don’t you need to leave for work? You’re already late.”

“Nah, they can wait a little longer. I’m with my girl.”

You smile at that, always feeling spoiled by him. You giggle softly, ignoring how sticky your legs feel as you tangle them with. He gazes fondly at you, arm draped over your side. His sweet girl. All his. He presses his lips to your cheekbone. It’s moments like these, that you really adore. Silence can even be comforting with the white-haired male. Satoru is in love with you. The warmth in his eyes will never fade, even if he’s feeling particularly nasty to ruin you in bed. His crystal blue eyes refuse to leave you, fingers splaying across your naked back, nails dragging over the hot skin. He clears his throat, trying to bite back a smug expression.

“So, Y/N. Dick for dinner tonight?”

You burst out with laughter, nose scrunching slightly. “Come on.” You say, sitting up and taking hold of his hand, fingers interlocking. You could feel your dried up slick causing his hand to become sticky. “Washing hands and breakfast first. I want your famous pancakes.” You express with a loud kiss to his cheek. Satoru puffs out his chest proudly before helping you off the bed, unbothered by the still wet patches on his slacks. It’s a pleasant reminder, after all.

“Anything for my princess.”

[foldingfittedsheets]

hi! i love your bed asks compilation. hope you don't mind me adding to it.

at what point would you give up on a new mattress? my previous was memory foam, very plush and soft. it's served its time (it's actually a hand me down) so it was time for a new one. my physical therapist recommended a firm mattress with a memory foam topper due to my hypermobility and chronic pain.

i still haven't adjusted to it. i'm a natural side sleeper/stomach sleeper and i end up kinda pretzeling over the place to make up for it. i've had the mattress for a month and the 3 inch topper for a little over two weeks. i still wake up in pain. my hips and lower back are especially complaining. i try the pillow between the knees thing but i always forget to do it.

anything you'd suggest? should i wait it out a bit more?

Sigh. So. A lot of medical professionals are not up to date on a variety of industries that they give recommendations about.

Confidently: firm beds are not better for you. If you need good support you can get it without being on a rock. And beds come with padding, you shouldn’t need to add a topper. A hybrid mattress is gonna offer what the PT is getting at without killing you.

If you still have an exchange on that bed, give it back and find something that’s just comfortable out the gate. A month is long enough, it won’t get better.

If you can’t exchange it you can walk or crawl on the bed to break the coils in a little more than just sleeping on it will do. I’m sorry you’re suffering.

[vanteguccir]

chris/matt with a gf who actually has headaches everyday and they usually last for 2 days and then come back 2 days later

(this is quite literally me)

omg, now that's just me, too 😭 I have chronic migraines, so I feel you, sis 😔✋🏻

BUT, I can totally see Matt all worried, you know? He would be all over you (not in an extreme way), asking some times how you're feeling, but since you're dating for some time now, and you were friends before, he knows what to do when you have your huge headaches (which medicine you take, how to ease the pain, how to make you feel comfortable while in pain...), and he ALWAYS do it all without you even having to ask

- here's a little blurb of Matt taking care of you during one of your migraines -

Matt had always been a light sleeper, but ever since Y/N moved in with him and his brothers, his sleep had become even more fragmented. He lay next to her, his eyes adjusting to the faint light filtering through the curtains. Y/N’s breaths were shallow, and the tension in her body was palpable even in her sleep. It was the second day of her headache cycle, and he knew it would be another tough day.

Gently, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. He padded quietly to the kitchen next to their shared bedroom, determined to start the day with something that might ease her discomfort.

As the kettle began to whistle, he prepared a cup of her favorite herbal tea, known for its calming properties. He added a splash of honey, just the way she liked it, and carried it back to the bedroom.

Y/N stirred as he approached, her eyes fluttering open. The pain was evident in her half-closes gaze, but she managed a weak smile when she saw him.

"Morning." She whispered, her voice barely audible, tears welling up in her eyes from the small movement of her face.

"Morning, dove." Matt replied softly, his voice almost muted, sitting down beside her and offering the tea. "I made this for you. Thought it might help a bit- Hey, are you crying, babe?"

Y/N just blinked, lowering her eyes, something inside her head seemed to throb against her brain in a way that she knew that if she put her fingers in the area, she would feel it pulsing.

She took a slow, deep breath, keeping her head still on the pillow for a few long seconds. Matt wanted to get closer and wipe her tears, but he knew any touch to her head could make it worse.

After some minutes, she sat above the mattress slowly, Matt's free hand helping her up, palming her back to hold her stable. She took the cup with trembling hands, the warmth of the tea, a small comfort against the throbbing pain in her head. Matt watched her closely, his heart aching at the sight of her in such distress.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Always better with you close to me." She replied, her voice a mix of sincerity and weariness. She took a sip of the tea, closing her eyes as the warmth spread through her body.

Matt leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment.

"I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I’m here for you, always."

Throughout the morning, Matt stayed by her side, keeping the room dim and quiet. He massaged her temples with expert care when she gave him permission, his touch gentle yet firm, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.

"You’re doing so well." He murmured, his voice soothing. "Just focus on my touch, okay? We’ll get through this together. Like every day."

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, her body relaxing under his ministrations. Matt’s heart swelled with love and admiration for her strength. He knew how hard it was for her, but she never complained. She faced each day with quiet resilience that left him in awe.

As the afternoon wore on, Matt made sure she stayed hydrated and took her medication on time. He brought her small, easy-to-eat snacks, encouraging her to eat even when she didn’t feel like it.

"Just a little bit, love." He coaxed gently. “You need to keep your strength up.”

The rest of the day was spent in quiet companionship, Matt never straying far from her side. He read to her from her favorite book, his voice a soothing balm against the pounding of her headache.

By evening, Y/N’s headache had started to ease, and she managed to sit up a bit more comfortably. Matt wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, making her lay her head on his chest.

"I’m so proud of you." He whispered into her hair. "You’re so strong, Y/N. I love you so much."

Tears welled up in her eyes at his words, and she buried her face in his covered belly.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you." She admitted, her voice muffled.

"You’ll never have to find out." Matt assured her, his voice firm with conviction. "I’m always going to be here, taking care of you. We’re a team, remember?"

Y/N nodded, the steady beat of his heart calming her.

"Thank you, Matt."

"There’s nothing to thank me for." He replied softly. "Now, let’s get you comfortable and see if we can get you some more rest."

As night fell, Matt settled Y/N back into bed, adjusting the pillows to support her head just right. He climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"Sweet dreams, dove." He whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "Wake me if you need anything at all."

With Matt by her side, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. Despite the pain, she knew she wasn’t alone.

[dilfsfordinner]

a/n- this was deep in the catacombs of my drafts but Nanami deserves to see the light of day, and y/n’s a very heavy sleeper in this one..

warnings- somnophilia, cnc, unprotected sex, creampie, slight pain intolerance?

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It was 9:00 pm. 9:00 at night, precisely four hours past his shift. All because of his boss, who was too incompetent, apparently, to close down the office alone. A task Nanami found himself doing instead. And now you, his beautiful, kind, patient wife was home alone, after he said he would be home early today. He promised you.

Exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks as soon as he crossed the threshold of your shared apartment, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as the comforting smell of you filled his senses. The entryway and livingroom were shrouded in darkness, silence radiating throughout the space.

Quietly padding to the bedroom, Nanami found you lying peacefully on the bed, head nuzzled into the pillow, chest rising and falling softly with the rhythm of sleep. You looked so perfect, your body engulfed by one of his long sleeve shirts, and.. nothing else. It was long enough that when standing it fell just above your knees, but laying down- his breath caught as his gaze raked over your legs and up, up, up to your thighs and very plump back half. Lying on your side gave your waist an impossible curve that was accentuated by the panels of moonlight highlighting your figure.

Fuck. His pants started to tighten uncomfortably, heart beating fast at the thoughts racing through his head. Nanami approached your figure, kicking off his shoes in the process. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he pulled his shirt off, belt next, and soon he was in only his boxers, cock straining against the plaid material.

Warm hands grasped your ankles, slowly pulling your slumbering form down the bed and onto your back. His shirt rode up in the process, exposing the topmost part of your thighs, so close to what he wanted the most. Nanami let himself feel you, fingers running up your soft skin, caressing every ridge and crease you offered him. Delicately, he pulled his shirt up over your hips, your lower half now completely visible to him.

He was right, you were wearing only his shirt. Groaning at the sight of your bare cunt, Nanami grabbed your thighs and gently spread your legs, propping your knees up to tilt your pelvis towards him. Gathering some spit in his mouth, he lifted his fingers to suck on, bringing them back down to your cunt. Nanami rubbed his saliva on your entrance, ensuring you were coated to prevent hurting you.

Usually, he would make you come at least once before fucking you, just because of his sheer size, but he couldn’t possibly wait anymore. Impatience flooding his mind, Nanami pulled his boxers down as fast as possible, his cock slapping against his stomach fully erect.

Nanami was big. Very big, and not just long but thick too. His tip was a pretty pink, but right now an angry red, beads of precum forming at the slit, the veins running up his shaft throbbing for release. Grabbing hold of his cock, he lined himself up with you, rubbing his tip up and down your folds, coating you in his slick. Your hips jerked at this, which he found amusing, even in your sleep you managed to respond to him.

“Always so sensitive,” he whispered, and when he finally started to push into you, he swore he was about to come then and there. Eyelids flitting closed and mouth parting in pleasure, Nanami hissed as you clenched around him. “So fucking tight for me,” he choked out, only halfway into your cunt.

His cock dragged inside of you, your walls struggling to take him without any foreplay. Sliding all the way to the hilt, Nanami was trying not to lose his composure. Chest rising with quick pants, he waited for you to get used to him, not wanting to completely tear up your insides for you to wake up to.

Looking up at your face, twisted in discomfort and confusion, he felt his heart drop. He didn’t want to hurt you, and right now all he was doing was taking pleasure for himself. Sliding his hand towards your clit, he started leaving circular patterns, slowly massaging your bundle of nerves. He could feel the immediate relaxation take over your body as your cunt started to leak around him, the lines on your face turning into ones of pleasure.

Taking that as a sign, Nanami started to set a slow pace, his hips dragging against your pelvis, tip so deep it nudged at your womb. In and out he went, keeping a steady tempo and watching as your body reacted to him. He felt goosebumps skitter along his skin at the feeling of your cunt starting to pulse, the unmistakable sign of an impending orgasm.

Your pussy was already soaked, wet squelching coming from the meeting of your two bodies, a sound that spurred him on even more. He never thought he’d be in this situation, apprehensive when you suggested it to him, but now all he wanted was to pump you full.

A strange sensation took over your body, waves of pleasure racking through you, creating one of the wettest dreams you’ve ever had of your husband. Little whimpers left your mouth, Nanami noticing how your body craved his touch. “Dreaming of me aren’t you,” Nanami murmured, his hips rocking against you, shoving your unconscious form closer to release.

He was so close to climax, the feeling urging him to make you come with him. Sliding his hand between your bodies, Nanami lightly pinched your bundle of nerves, your body jolting from the sudden pleasure, a gush of liquid leaking around his cock. Your walls squeezing around him forced a string of moans from his lips, his throat hoarse from the repeated breaths he’d try to keep in.

“Oh f-fuck,” Nanami gasped, your cunt throbbing around him as he continued to nudge against your sensitive spot. This wasn’t normal, he was never usually this worked up, but something about stealing pleasure from you while you were unaware turned his mind into mush, all rational thoughts flying out the window as he rushed to finish.

Your nipples pebbled under the smooth cotton of his shirt, heartbeat erratic, chest heaving from your orgasm, and yet your eyes were still closed, your form still under the same spell of sleep as when he got home, the only difference now being the pool of liquid gathering in between your legs. Cock plunging into your taut walls, Nanami felt fire lick up the base of his spine, your cunt warm and inviting as it squeezed him, hole open and sucking at the base of his shaft. His hips connected with yours, sloppy thrusts turning targeted as he drove into your cunt with strong resolve.

Heavy breaths left his mouth, and as he watched your eyelids flutter, a sign of your approaching consciousness, the band inside of him snapped. Eyes squeezing shut and mouth parting slightly, Nanami unloaded himself into you, your walls sucking every last drop of his warmth into the deepest parts of your body, his hips jerking from the oversensitivity of his cock being milked dry. His muscles tightened and relaxed with every wave of pleasure, body slowly lowering itself onto your awaiting form, your legs now fully open for him, cradling his lower half as his orgasm took its toll.

Letting himself rest for a few moments, face pressed into the crook of your neck, Nanami waited until your heartbeats slowed to a normal pace, chests returning to a soft inhale, a stark contrast to the heavy pants prior. Slowly lifting himself off of you, he found that you were still asleep, now with a satisfied sleepy smile, and globs of cum leaking from you, that of which he felt start to drip onto his own thighs.

Hurriedly grabbing a warm washcloth from the bathroom, Nanami returned to your slumbering form, hands gently parting your lax thighs as he started to wipe up his mess. The fabric of the cloth was apparently too rough, the sensation it left on your used cunt unexpected and unappreciated. A tiny cry left your mouth and his eyes shot up to see if you had awoken. Your face was twisted in discomfort, a frown pulling at your lips, but you still slept, the pleasant dream you had turning sour.

“M’sorry,” he ushered, his hand much more gentle as he continued to clean up the messy streaks dripping from you, his voice cooing reassurances and whispered ‘I love you’s as he finished up. Leaving a kiss to your thigh, nimble fingers held up your hips as he slid his shirt back into place under your bottom, fabric falling back over your front as well.

Pulling up his boxers, Nanami gently moved to get into bed, his arms pulling your body up towards him as if you weighed nothing, your back now flush against his chest. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.. I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he mumbled into your hair, voice quiet as he imagined the sight of you curling up in bed alone. Strong arms squeezed you tighter, legs twisting to fit your own as he started to feel the grasps of sleep, tender words slipping from his mouth before they could pull him under. “I promise.”

You smiled lightly at his words, your brain still muddled with sleep and eyes still closed. Although he was unaware you’d only just woken up to his promise, comfort flowed through you as his body clutched your own. It wasn’t just comfort you felt though, a strange feeling of soreness radiated from the apex of your thighs as well, a soreness you knew all too well, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe, it wasn’t just a dream.

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[probably-writing-x]

Missing Piece - Part Two

You weren’t sure how this had happened, and you were sure you were about to wake up from the weirdest dream of your life. But, it was real. Here you lay beside Conrad with your back against his chest, his arm draped over your waist, and only a metre from you, the travel crib where Kylo lay.

This couldn’t be real.

This was all too perfect to be real.

It had been a week since you and Conrad first kissed and so your trip in Cousins had already been extended. You couldn’t leave now - it was too perfect to leave.

Just as the thought pops into your head, Conrad stirs behind you and you feel his arm tighten around you as he adjusts to being awake. He stretches a little and moves his head to press a kiss against your shoulder. And another.

“Good morning,” You smile lightly as he buries his head back onto the pillow.

You giggle and try to shift in his arms, wiggling against his grip as he reluctantly loosens his hold. You turn yourself onto your front and lean up onto your elbows, looking down at where he lay next to you. His hair was messy over his head and it fell around his eyes before you move a hand up to brush away the strands. He hums at the contact and wiggles an arm underneath you to hold around your waist, to keep you with him.

“Kylo didn’t wake you in the night did he?” You ask him softly, your hand dropping from his hair to rest on his chest.

Conrad shakes his head, “Only when he needed a bottle. But I still can’t sleep for more than an hour without checking on him.”

You laugh, “You get used to it, he’s just a quiet sleeper.”

Conrad hums once more and flutters his eyes shut, “I’ll get used to it.”

You take a deep breath and it falls out a little shaky. This was all you’d wanted two years ago. And it was all you felt like you wanted now. But reality would come back to hit you soon and it was terrifying you that you’d have to admit to that soon enough. You had a home and a life and commitments back at college that just felt like they didn’t exist when you were in Cousins.

“Speak of the devil,” You comment, turning your head back over your shoulder to look at Kylo as he begins to stir in his crib.

You push yourself up on your arms and get out of the bed, padding over to where he lay wrapped up in the bed.

“Hello handsome,” You greet him softly, leaning down to scoop him into your arms, “Good morning.”

You lift him up so that his head rests on your chest and you pat his back gently, carrying him over to the bed where Conrad’s moved over to make room. Your arms lower Kylo down onto the mattress in the middle and you lay down beside him. He stretches and wriggles his legs in the newfound space, blinking up at you and Conrad as he adjusts to the dim light.

“He looks so much like you,” Conrad comments, leaning up onto his side to look down at the boy.

You nod, “Yeah I think he does now too, I wasn’t sure when he was first born.”

“I can’t even imagine what it was like,” Conrad shakes his head, “Doing all of it by yourself.”

You look down at your son and smile a little, “I wasn’t on my own. I had Carmen, and I don’t know it felt like I had Kylo too you know? Like the whole time I was pregnant I wasn’t ever really alone. Stupid, really.”

Conrad looks to you and frowns a little, “That’s not stupid.”

You run a finger down Kylo’s sleep suit and he stretches out a small hand to you, “There were so many times where I thought about just reaching out you know? Calling Mom, calling Belly and Steven, calling you. And I used to look up at the sky and for a moment just think that maybe we were both thinking about each other.”

You see the furrow between Conrad’s brows, the pain on his face that it’s impossible to hide. Both of you regretted the missed time, of course you did.

“When I had Kylo, the nurse asked for his name and she…” You pause, “She told me that his name means ‘sky’ - it felt fitting, I think. Like I did have you guys with me that whole time, and that he was a little piece of all of us somehow.”

Conrad looks down at the little boy and grins, “Our little sky.”

Our.

You’re sure your heart does a somersault.

———

“You know he absolutely can’t see you right now,” You laugh into the screen of your phone as Carmen stares at you on the other side.

He’s got one of Kylo’s teddies in his hands and a pout on his face at your crushing of his spirit.

“Can you shut up and just put Kylo on the phone?” He grumbles, waiting until you turn the camera towards his son.

His face lights up once more as he waves the teddy towards the camera, watching as Kylo looks up with wide eyes.

“Okay yeah I’m just embarrassing myself now,” Carmen laughs, “How’s it going anyway?”

“It’s good, really good,” You smile in return, glancing over your shoulder to where Conrad was outside throwing the football to Jere.

“Oh god you’re smitten,” Carmen exclaims, “Stop falling in love and bring my son home, please.”

You chuckle and glance back down at Kylo, “I actually had a suggestion.”

“Your suggestions are never good.”

“I was thinking…” You pause, “How about you come to stay here? Even for a few days.”

“Wh-“ He stops, “You seriously think your ex boyfriend and estranged father of your child is the guest your family want in their beach house?”

“Estranged isn’t the right word.”

Carmen rolls his eyes at you, “Send me the address.”

You raise your brows, “So that’s a yes?”

“I want to see my son,” He shrugs, “And this place is boring during summer. I’ve got next week off work, I’ll drive over.”

You grin, “Kylo looks unbothered but I’m sure he’s really excited to see you.”

“Because I’m his favorite parent,” Carmen returns, “Send me the address and a list of stuff to pack, and like the protocol for how I should be with your family.”

“Whatever,” You shake your head, “See you soon.”

You hang up and set your phone down, lifting Kylo up from beside you and settling him against your chest. Conrad had changed his nappy earlier and you could already tell he was getting better, it wasn’t at a weird angle like it normally was when Conrad did it. And he’d given him his whole bottle earlier and celebrated with the tiny boy when he finished it. He was becoming a natural at this whole parenting thing.

You carry Kylo outside to where everyone’s now sat around the table. There’s a spare seat next to Conrad.

“Who was on the phone?” Steven asks you as you sit down, stretching his arms out so that he can take Kylo from you.

“Um,” You glance around at the waiting table, “It was Carmen. I actually just… well, I asked him if he wanted to come and stay for a while. Is that okay?”

You look to Susannah and she beams brightly, “Of course it is (Y/n)! He can stay in your room, I’ll put some fresh sheets on the bed.”

You nod, “He won’t be a hassle, it’s just so he can see Kylo - it’s longer than we’d planned for him to not see him.”

The rest of the group all agree and start chatting amongst themselves as you turn to Conrad. He’s got an arm resting over the back of your chair.

“Is that okay?” You ask quietly, the words spoken only for him.

He furrows his brows, “Of course it is! I’m looking forward to meeting him.”

You smile and he squeezes your shoulder, tracing lines around the skin with his fingertips.

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The following day, Carmen drives over to Cousins and he tells you he’ll be there by five. At four thirty, you get a text telling you to send him your location because all of these streets looked the same and he’d taken the wrong turning. You send him the pin drop and within five minutes you see his car pull onto the driveway.

He walks up to the door and knocks before you open it.

“Hello stranger!” He grins, a duffel bag in one hand and two bunches of flowers in the other, “I got these for Susannah and your mom.”

You laugh, “They’ll love you already, come on, come inside.”

He steps in and sets his bag down, “Fuck me this place is huge.”

He scoops Kylo from your arms and grins widely at him, pressing a kiss to his head before resting him against his body, breathing in the relief of having him back in his arms.

You hit his arm and he fakes a wince, “Sorry, sorry, right, no cursing.”

“Just be yourself but maybe a bit less… Carmen,” You shrug, “That’ll do the trick.”

You notice it then, with Kylo against his chest, that Carmen had decided to wear a shirt. It was wrinkled a little, likely from driving, and the sleeves were unevenly rolled up but the effort was there.

“Oh I thought I heard voices!” Laurel exclaims from the top of the stairs as she hurries down, “You must be Carl.”

“It’s Carmen, Mom,” You purse your lips, “Carmen.”

“Carl is just fine, ma’am,” He holds Kylo in one arm and extends a hand to shake hers, “It’s lovely to meet you.”

You look at him with the hints of a frown on your face - he was never this polite with anyone.

“It’s great to meet you too, Carmen,” Laurel returns, “Do you need help bringing your things through?”

“Oh no, you’re okay,” Carmen smiles, “I’m used to multitasking.”

He bends down with the baby and picks up a bunch of the flowers from the floor, handing them over to her.

“Oh gosh you didn’t have to!” Laurel beams, “I don’t even remember the last time someone bought me flowers. Here, let me make us some drinks, everyone else is out in the garden.”

“This way,” You tilt your head and Carmen follows behind you with Kylo held against his chest, like the two are gravitating towards each other after being apart.

Much to Laurel’s word, Susannah, Conrad, Jere, Belly and Steven are all out in the garden, scattered around. Conrad is sat with his legs dangling in the pool, Steven and Jere are throwing a football between them, and Belly and Susannah are sat on two of the sun loungers, reading separate copies of the same book.

“Hey,” You begin and they all look up, “I want you guys to meet Carmen.”

He glances up from where he’d been checking in Kylo and grins at the group, “Hey guys! Nice to meet you all.”

They all scramble from their positions to hurry over.

“This is my sister Belly and my brother Steven,” You explain, gesturing to each of them, “And that’s Jere, and his mom Susannah, my mom’s best friend.”

“It’s good to meet you Carmen,” Steven nods, “(Y/n)’s told us lots about you.”

“What’s that? I’m the guy that knocked her up and then dumped her?”

They all look at him with widened eyes and exchange glances between each other.

“I’m kidding,” Carmen interjects, “I’ve heard lots about you guys too.”

Behind the group of them, Conrad appears, a slightly apprehensive expression on his face.

“You must be Conrad,” Carmen adjusts his grip on Kylo once again to extend out a hand, “I’ve heard lots about you too.”

Conrad shakes his hand with a firm grip, you can tell by the whitening in his knuckles, “Yeah, likewise. Good to meet you.”

Kylo starts to whine in Carmen’s grip and wriggle against his arms.

“Oh, he probably needs his diaper changing,” You comment, going to reach out and take him.

“I got him,” Conrad offers, extending his own arms to take him from Carmen, “You’ve been driving all day, you must be tired.”

Carmen lets Conrad take the boy from his arms, but watches him as if with slight caution. You feel the weight of uncertainty on your chest, an odd discomfort. You hadn’t thought about this part when you’d told Carmen to come and visit - you just felt like it was the right time for those two halves of your life to combine. You hadn’t considered that part of that would mean your ex meeting Conrad. Conrad meeting the father of your child.

“(Y/n)?” Carmen raises his brows at you, waving a hand in front of your face, “Where’s the room?”

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A couple of hours later, you’re all sitting around the table for the meal that Susannah had cooked for everyone. It was excessive but she always went the extra mile for guests.

“Here, there’s a seat here Carmen,” Steven waves him over and Carmen walks over to take the seat, already looking oddly comfortable around the group of new people.

You set down Kylo into the moses basket and take your own seat next to Conrad. He rests an arm over the back of your chair and brushes a thumb over your shoulder. It was the little gestures with him.

“So Carmen, you go to college with (Y/n)?” Laurel asks, sat at one end of the table.

“I do, yeah,” He nods, “We met in class in our first year there.”

“Yeah Carmen used to show up late to every single class so he kind of became a face you’d recognise around campus,” You comment, lifting some of the salad onto your plate.

Conrad reaches out and holds the bowl for you when you’re struggling, without saying a word.

“Yeah, we became fast friends,” Carmen nods, glancing at you, “And, you know, having a kid together makes you get to know someone real well.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, sleep deprived and stressed and no real idea what we’re doing.”

“There’s been good times too,” Carmen points out, tilting his head a little as if analysing you.

You never saw this side of Carmen much - the person he was around other people. With you, he had nobody to impress. But, with others, the extrovert in him came out almost instantly. Here, with the family he’d heard so much about from you, he had all of them to impress. He wanted to be better than any expectation they had of him.

You all start eating in relative silence, every so often mentioning short conversation between mouthfuls. When you’re all finished, Steven and Jere clear away the plates and Conrad’s hand moves from the back of your chair to rest on your leg - another little gesture.

“So, Carmen, how long are you thinking of staying in Cousins?” Susannah asks him, leaning forward in her chair.

“Well, as long as (Y/n) wants,” He nods towards you, “I’ve got a week off of work so we can head back after that, maybe.”

Conrad looks at you and frowns, “Do you think you’ll go back too?” He speaks the words quietly as if he hopes it will only be you who hears him.

“I-“ You start, frowning back at him, “I hadn’t thought about it yet.”

“You know there’s an event down at the beach tomorrow, another volleyball tournament like you and (Y/n) did last summer Connie. Belly and Jere are playing this year,” Susannah explains, “You guys should go and check it out, we’ll look after Kylo for the day won’t we Laurel?”

“I’d love to,” Your Mom beams.

You smile at both of them, “Sure, yeah, if that’s okay with you.”

Conrad squeezes your leg and leans over to kiss your cheek before he stands up, disappearing into the kitchen. Carmen looks at you from over the other side of the table and wiggles his brows at you. You roll your eyes.

———

“Con can I borrow a top?” You groan, sifting through your bag of clothes, “Carmen brought me more clothes but no pyjamas.”

Conrad laughs, walking through from the bathroom, “Of course you can.”

You go over to the closet and reach up to the shelf where his t-shirts were neatly folded, feeling him come behind you to pull one down for you. His hand rests on your waist as he does, squeezing the skin.

“Thank you,” You smile, turning around against his chest.

He glances over his shoulder at the room and a frown falls on his face at the empty moses basket, “Where’s Kylo?”

“Carmen’s having him for the night. He took the travel crib so he’s got him in my room,” You explain, your hands resting on Conrad’s chest, “Just us two.”

Conrad hums in agreement and wraps his arms tighter around your waist, lifting you from the ground. You stifle a squeal and grip onto him as he lifts you over to the bed, his hands adjusting around you before lowering you down onto the mattress.

He leans over you and presses a soft kiss to your jaw, supporting himself on his arms on either side of you.

“So, Carmen…”

You frown a little, “Weird thing to say in the moment.”

Conrad laughs a little and shakes his head, “Yeah no I was just going to ask something but it doesn’t really matter I guess and I-“

“Conrad?” You stop, raising your brows at him, “Just kiss me.”

———

The following morning, you’re awake earlier than Conrad. His arm is draped over your waist and you shimmy yourself from underneath his touch, walking through to the room you used to have to find Carmen and Kylo. It felt weird not waking up with the baby sleeping in his bed beside you.

“Hey,” You mumble as you walk in, heading straight over to scoop Kylo from his bed, “Good morning.”

Carmen stretches at the sound of Kylo’s babbling and blinks himself awake, widening his eyes as if to wake himself up further.

“Sorry, had he been awake for long?”

“No, no, you’re okay,” You nod, “I was just awake so I thought I’d come and check on him.”

Carmen hums and stretches his arms above his head, “He was fine all night.”

You agree, “Yeah I listened out a couple of times but I didn’t hear him.”

You walk over to the bed and sit down on one side of it, stretching out your legs and resting Kylo over them. Carmen peers over and tickles at his son’s chest, smiling at the sight of the sleepy baby.

“So, was it nice having a night to yourself?”

You laugh, “It was nice not waking up to feed him. But I think my body clock is still on baby mode.”

Carmen agrees, “Yeah I still only got a few hours of sleep every night whilst you were away.”

You pause for a moment, “Yeah, I’m sorry about all of that. I know I said it would be a couple of days but things just… I don’t know, things changed here.”

He shakes his head, “Come on, you hadn’t seen these people in two years, your family, you can’t apologise for wanting to make the most of that.”

You take in a deep breath, “It’s so weird. Like, I know I’m back, and I know we’ve all changed, but it feels like i’m a different person here now, you know?”

He shrugs, “Maybe that’s a good thing.”

“Excuse me?” You fake a gasp.

Carmen hits your arm, “Come on, you were waiting on Conrad this whole time. And it’s finally worked out. I’d say that’s a good change.”

You glance out of the bedroom door as if you’re pining for the boy in question, “Yeah, I would too.”

“How about that Kylo? You might have a new brother or sister soon!” Carmen grins jokingly down at his son.

You roll your eyes, “How about no? Not until I’ve graduated, at least.”

He laughs, “Yeah, maybe that’s a better idea.”

“I mean, everything with me and Conrad is still so new, you know? It feels like I’m only just getting to know him like this and yet I’ve known him all my life, it’s weird.”

Carmen nods, going to speak before he’s interrupted by the sound of a bedroom door opening. You hear the padding of feet across the wooden floor before Conrad emerges from around the corner, grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist, his eyes squinting against the light as he drags a hand over his face, glancing over before his eyes fall on you.

“Hey!” You smile, “I just came in to see Kylo, I didn’t want to wake you.”

He nods tiredly, “Fancy a coffee?”

“No milk, please,” You respond, “I’ll be down in a second.”

He smiles through his fatigue and walks towards the stairs.

“Here, let me take him,” Carmen reaches over to scoop Kylo from your lap, “You go see Conrad, I’ll change Ky’s diaper.”

You oblige and head out of the room, following in the shadows of Conrad’s steps until you get down to the kitchen. He’s stood waiting for the hot water to boil, his hands in his pockets, his head low as if still carrying his fatigue.

“Good morning,” You say, stepping behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, your head resting on his back.

“Hey,” He chuckles, settling his hands over your arms, “I thought you’d disappeared this morning.”

“Yeah, Im sorry,” You say, waiting for him to turn around, “That’s the first time I’ve ever been in a different room to Kylo when he’s sleeping, it felt weird not waking up with him.”

“No, no, I get it,” Conrad reaches up to brush your hair from your face, “I just missed you.”

You lean your head onto his chest and he wraps his arms around you, both of you staying there for a moment longer.

“There’s that volleyball tournament today,” Conrad says to you, “The one my Mom said about. What do you think?”

“I think it’ll be good,” You nod, “Cousins wouldn’t be Cousins without excessive sports tournaments.”

He laughs, “Just be glad we’re not playing in it this year. I think Jere and Belly are, though.”

“Then you’ll just have to be a good cheerleader Connie.”

———

By later that morning, you’re all changed and are driving down to the beach, managing to pile the six of you into one car as your Mom and Susannah remind you a thousand times they’ll be fine with Kylo. It felt like the old days to be going off with Conrad, Jere and your siblings. Only this time, the father of your baby was here too. Jere and Belly were in the front of his truck discussing their game plan for the day, and Steven was in the back on one side, Carmen sat in the middle, and you and Conrad cramped into the one seat on the other end - you squished between his legs. His hands were on your waist but you could tell he was a little less sure of himself when he knew there were eyes on him. He was a different version of Conrad Fisher when he was in the comfort of just your company.

The beach is already filling with people by the time that all of you get there and Belly and Jeremiah disappear instantly to go and get ready for the tournament.

“Hey, I’m going to get drinks,” You turn around to Conrad, “What do you fancy?”

“I’ll have a water, please,” Conrad nods, “Do you want me to get them?”

“No, no, I got it,” You return, “Two waters, a coke and whatever Steven wants?”

The other boys agree and Steven comes over with you to help you carry the cups, leaving Conrad and Carmen in each other’s company. Conrad leans back against one of the wooden support beams, dragging a hand through his hair.

“So, you guys come here every year?” Carmen begins, leaning against the beam opposite Conrad.

“Yeah, yeah, my parents own the house so we’re here every summer,” Conrad explains, “And Laurel and my Mom met in college so Laurel brings her family every summer too - that’s how I grew up with (Y/N) and them.”

Carmen nods, “Right, yeah. (Y/N) never talked about it much. Well, other than to tell me why she left.”

Conrad looks down at his feet, “Yeah.”

“Oh, I’m not saying it was your fault or anything,” Carmen interjects, “I just mean… look, I’ve heard that story from her side of things. And, for a long time, I hated all of your asses.”

Conrad laughs and it breaks the tension between them.

“I loved her, you know? And you guys, as far as I was concerned, were just people that had hurt her. So it didn’t take much for me to decide I hated y’all,” Carmen shakes his head, “But (Y/N)’s different now, I can see that. This past week’s been like a complete 180 on who she used to be, it’s been good for her.”

Conrad looks over at you for a brief moment and it brightens his eyes almost instantly, relaxing the tension in his chest.

“I know it must be weird for you,” Carmen points out, “I can’t imagine you’re my biggest fan or it’s your idea of heaven to be in a house with your new girlfriend and her ex boyfriend. Oh, and their son.”

Conrad laughs again, shaking his head, “I mean, it’s not exactly the way I thought things would start with me and (Y/n).”

Carmen grins, “I just want to promise you that I’m not…” He stops himself, “I’m not trying to get in the way, you know? Me and (Y/N) are a team, we always will be. But you’re the one that she’s supposed to be with, okay? You’re the one that she’s been waiting on.”

Both of their eyes divert towards you in that moment, watching as your eyes crinkle and your face brightens at a joke Steven had just told you. You throw your head back and gasp as the water in your hand almost spills over the lip of the plastic cup, rolling your eyes at the next comment to come from Steven’s lips.

“Just don’t fuck it up, alright?” Carmen turns around back to Conrad, reaching over to clasp a hand onto his shoulder, “Don’t fuck it up.”

Before Conrad can say anything, you’re walking back over with two pint cups held in your hands, you look back to Steven and laugh at him struggling with the drinks before turning back to the others.

“Here you go,” You hand over a cup to Conrad, “What were you guys talking about?”

They glance at each other momentarily before Carmen turns back to you.

“Sports.”

You frown, “Okay if you’re going to lie at least come up with a better one than sports.”

Carmen narrows his eyes at you, “You can’t prove I’m lying (Y/l/n).”

“Come on, let’s get our seats, Belly will kill us if we miss their first game,” Steven encourages, starting the path towards the seating on the other side of the venue.

Carmen follows behind him and you go to follow too, stopping when you realise Conrad hasn’t moved.

“Con? You coming?” You raise your brows, trying to pick up his gaze that seems so intently focused on you, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Without a second thought, he cups a hand to your cheek and leans in to kiss you - strong and sure of himself. You gasp a little at the contact but the two of you seem to melt into each other so quickly.

“What was that for?” You smile, flustered from his sudden moves.

Conrad smiles down at you and steps back, lacing his fingers with yours, “Do I need a reason?”

You shrug, walking beside him to catch up with the others, “No, not necessarily.”

“Then don’t question it,” He grins, stepping back to let you into the row first, you taking your spot beside Carmen.

Conrad settles an arm over the back of your chair, his fingertips trailing patterns around the skin on your shoulder.

Carmen looks at you and smiles, nudging your knee with his own as if a silent approval. You smile back and lean a little into Conrad beside you, as if absorbing the moment for all it’s worth.

———

That night, Carmen offers to take Kylo for the night again and you’re left back with just you and Conrad.

He’s laying beside you reading the last chapters of his book, brows furrowed at the pages. You’re catching up on the latest episodes of the show you’d been binging, the volume on low despite Conrad saying it didn’t disturb him. The entire scene feels so domestic. You and Conrad in bed together before midnight, curled up in your own versions of comfort.

He stops on one page and folds over the corner, setting the book down onto his nightstand. His attention then turns directly onto you, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, trailing another kiss closer to your collarbone.

“You know, you might be finished but I’ve still got eight minutes left of this,” You gesture towards your screen, trying to avoid getting completely distracted by his touch.

Conrad hums, “But that can wait.”

“And you can’t?” You cock a brow at him and he shakes his head against your skin.

You giggle and close the screen to your laptop, stretching over the side of the bed to set it down on the floor.

Conrad wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him, snuggling himself into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your skin.

“Con!” You squeal, your hands gripping his shoulders.

He pulls away and rests onto his elbows, looking down at you. He smiles and presses a short kiss to your lips, pulling back and brushing your hair from around your face. In that moment, he seems to pause, his fingers stopping on your cheek.

“I don’t want you to go.”

You frown, “I-“

“I know you have to, and you’ve got your life there and you’ve got commitments and everything, I’m just telling you I don’t want you to leave.”

He’s silenced your worries before you’ve even spoken them, “I don’t want to leave either.”

Conrad brushes his thumb across your cheek, “You know the drive’s not too bad, I can go back and forth.”

You smile, “And we can meet in the middle.”

He hums, “And we’ll only really be separate until graduation, then we could go anywhere.”

You nod, “Anywhere.”

Both of you fall silent, as if scanning through your own worries to figure out where this could fall short. But in all of the scenarios in your head can you possibly think of one where you wouldn’t want to be with Conrad. Where you wouldn’t do what you could to make this work. Where you wouldn’t fight for this.

“I want this to work (Y/n),” Conrad confirms, “However we do it.”

You bite your lip, fighting back the widest grin, “I want that too.”

For a moment, you pause again, your heart somersaulting at the way Conrad looks at you. The way all of his focus could be simply on your features.

“But,” You stop yourself, “You need to understand, Con, that dating me comes with Kylo too. You know? Every date we’re going to have to think about him, every weekend we’ll be making plans around him, every vacation, every everything. He comes with me. And I won’t hate you for not wanting to do that but I-“

“Hey,” He cups your cheek with his hand, “I want that. He’s your son, okay? He’s part of you.”

You smile, letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

“So are we doing this?” He looks at you with expectant eyes.

You nod, “Yeah we are.”

Conrad grins and dips his head down to wrap himself fully around you, listening to you giggle as his touch tickles your neck.

You’re certain then that this is all you’d ever been missing. For how full you thought your life had become, your heart had always been yearning for something else. Something of your own. And here, with Conrad’s arms around you, you’re certain there isn’t a single thing missing. Him, Kylo, you - it could be everything.

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 12

Prompt: Somno Pairing: Boyfriend!Han x fem!reader WC: 1.3k Summary: He hates that he’s always working late. Luckily you have a unique arrangement.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Han or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

Additional TW/CW Below the cut

CW/TW: reader called baby, blindfold, natural sleep aids taken, dry humping, fingering (fem receiving), no gendered language but reader has a vagina, very sleepy sex, cockwarming, cumming inside.

DUBCON specifics: Reader is asleep but previously discussed/established boundaries. Even so, because consent is continuous it’s hard not to argue that it’s…dubious still. But as it is the prompt…yeah.

 Scattered lights dimly light the apartment to great Han as the door creaks open. You’ve been asleep for hours, he hopes. His eyes burn, the sockets lined with sandpaper. Each blink is painful. Clothing scatters in his wake like a graham cracker trail to the bedroom door, leaving him in just his socks and underwear.  You’re not a heavy sleeper. Worse, you’re not really a sleeper at all. Even worse is you’re even less likely to sleep when your Han isn’t there to hold you as you drift off. So when he finds you flat out on your back, eyemask lowered, lips slightly parted. The sound you make isn’t exactly a snore or a wheeze. It’s slow, heavy, audible breathing, chest rising and falling with it. Han’s heart swells in his chest, you’re peaceful, so perfect. The world is still, the world is his. You are his world.  He practically holds his breath as he crawls onto the bed beside you even though he knows. He knows you likely won’t wake up from the text he’d gotten nearly three hours prior. A quick note;  “Love you! Hope work goes well. I’ll be out out so don’t worry about waking me up”  Sent with a wink. It’s a code. “Don’t worry about waking me up” was the agreed upon phrase that he could do whatever he wanted to you when he got back. That you wanted him to do whatever he wanted. “I’ll be out out” was new. In your search to find a natural remedy to your sleep issues you’d stumbled upon a perfect combination of valerian root, magnesium, lavender, cbd and melatonin. A five finger punch straight to the frontal lobe that sent you into a near coma for six hours.  Han looms over you, gaze trailing down from the curve of your cheek to your chest to your legs. Holding his breath for fear the breeze will wake you he lightly swipes his thumb across your lower lip. It’s soft, your breath teases the top of his hand. He lightly tugs it lower, a small test that you pass with flying colors. Your mouth looks so soft and your body is so pliant. Blood rushes to his dick so quickly he gets lightheaded. Backing off from your slumbering form to collect himself, he slides into the covers beside you, curling a leg around yours. The cotton and spandex of his underwear is rough against his length as he ruts against your thigh.  He tries his best to control his actions, all of the sleep aids counldn’t keep you that way forever. Even so he couldn’t help his hand drifting up your soft stomach to your nipple, absentmindedly playing with the hardened nub.  A moan made of mostly air escapes your mouth, your chest arching into his hands.  “You like that, baby?” He mutters as his tongue darts out to flick the nipple closest. “Having a good dream?” His cock throbs at the thought, hips pressing harder into your side. He can barely see your expression with the eyemask on, a minor inconvenience for a deeper slumber. Still your head cranes back into the pillow as he returns to your chest. Han was always worried somehow you were faking it. Here in total slumber, you couldn’t. He loved it. Knowing each soft moan and writhe was earnest.

 Your moans slowly turned to whines as he took his time with your tits. Needier and needier your legs shift and angle your hips towards him more. Mouth held tight to your nipple he slips two fingers into you easily. If your sex could be weather it would be classified as torrential. Slick seeping from you as you rock with him.  “Hannie,” your voice is a whisper of a whine in his ear.  “It’s me baby, go back to sleep,” his chest rumbles against you, quiet and low. Seemingly you take that as gospel and ease back into your dreamy state. Slowly Han pushes your hips back flat to the mattress, licking his fingers clean of your mess.  He knows what he wants to do next is a gamble. Your walls are just so much smaller than his girth. And on top of that you’d just woken up. Still, his cock throbs painfully, leaking precum on your thigh. Thumb swiping at the tip in a useless effort to clean it Han considers your mouth. Soft and wet as your cunt. Nearly as inviting. Perfectly parted. Still the bitter tang of precum unexpectedly hitting your tongue would surely have you wide awake. If not the taste then certainly the saliva as it pooled in your mouth.  “Hannnnnieeee,” you whimper again, your hand sliding down to your wetness. Sleepy and desperate. Your mouth curls into a pout, hand giving up its journey. A soft disappointed huff blows air from your nostrils.  Nudging the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, he strokes your cheek, gently stirring you. Not enough to fully wake you. “Baby, I’m here. This will be so quick I promise.” He holds your chin in his palm as he fills you in one strong thrust. His painstaking ministrations paying off.

 “JI-” your gasp choking back as you arch up to meet him. Your sex aches, but not from the sudden intrusion. “Fuck- Han-oh!” You reach down to touch yourself, the moment your fingers graze your entrance stretched around him you cum. Hours of dreamy edging releasing over his length, leaving you just as dazed as when you first stirred. A wave of endorphins flooding your brain, your tired head collapsing back into the downy pillow.  “Shh, babe, you can go back to sleep,” Han says as he smooths his hand over your shoulder, holding still with his hips. He can feel your pulse flutter through your walls as you slacken again below him. Ever so gently he pours his weight over you like a blanket, holding some of his weight in his arms. Careful to not jostle you more than he has to he begins to slowly and shallowly thrust against you. More of a grind than a thrust, your bodies barely separating. Rolling his hips as your walls tug at his cock, he’s in heaven. Eyes glazing over he lets his body relax more, more weight coming down on you. He can feel himself fading, angling his torso more to the side of you as to not crush your lungs. His vision darkens and he can feel himself unwillingly slip in to a drowsy darkness as your walls pulse around him. Days of sleeplessness melt away as his body relaxes into you.

 Han’s body is nearly shutting down, like a flashlight with nearly empty batteries he flickers in and out of consciousness. He needs to cum now or he’ll shut off without sweet release. Quickly he realizes once he cums, he’ll be too tired to drag himself off of you.  So he rolls, bringing your thigh over his hip to keep you open to him. Hand cupping your ass he grunts. Two deep thrusts is all it takes for him to spill inside of you. His shoulder falling forward as he dozes off, warm and relaxed.  A warm drip between your thighs jostles you from sleep. Birds are chirping. Your walls clamp immediately to prevent the leaking from getting worse. Groaning you try to roll to the other side, Han’s warm breath tickling your chest. Untangling from him you feel it, him popping free from you, asleep and still semi erect in your heat.  “Hannie I’m still messy,” you whine. “You never clean your toys.” You really should get up and clean off or at least slip some underwear on. Instead you roll to your other side, ass to him and wiggle back expectantly.  “We clean when done-” he murmurs half asleep.

Soooft sleepy boy. I love my soft cuddle boy Han.

[shift-shaping]

please don't stop

enaste invites solas to join her on the roof. it's going to be a cold night, you see.

rating: explicit

pairing: solavellan

warnings: 18+, solavellan

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Enaste curled on to her side, blankets wrapped around her like a cocoon, and tried again to will herself to sleep. The air on the roof smelled like the ocean and carried the quiet murmurs of distant gatherings. If she looked out past the overhang that protected her from potential rain, she could see the dense veil of stars strewn across the dark night sky. She'd even had the chance to bathe before crawling into bed. It was cool and soothing and exactly what she'd pictured when she first climbed the ladder from her room.

So if everything was so perfect, if she'd gone so long without sleep, why wouldn't it come to her?

The situation on the ground was tenuous at best. The city guard and the nobles they protected were actively hostile to any attempt Enaste or her allies made to clear the wells; they believed themselves at the precipice of a major elven rebellion, bolstered by the support of the elf-ruled Inquisition. Even the Chantry presence in the city was entirely unhelpful, dedicated as they were to permanent neutrality.

Blackwall believed they would call for backup, and Enaste sent for her own in anticipation. The nearest resupply outpost Cullen had set up for them could supply reinforcements, though in what numbers she was unsure. She also sent a crow to Skyhold updating her advisors on the situation, but any help from them would take days, at best, to arrive.

She did not want to involve her clan any more than she already had, and in a third letter she'd urged Deshanna to move them out of the area.

The lower classes of the city had been more understanding, especially after one of the more trusted dwarven merchants recognized the danger of the red lyrium. He'd said something about Kirkwall, and Bartrand, and with that alone she figured she owed Varric her gratitude upon their return. Whatever he'd been through had made their efforts to sway many of Wycome's residents to her side much easier.

So with three letters in flight and half the city preparing for battle against her and her allies, perhaps she should have expected sleep to evade her. Her thoughts swam like minnows in her head, and try as she might to slow them they kept slipping from her grasp.

What did not escape her was the painful reality of how poorly she'd handled everything. The Duke was dead, the blood mage had escaped, and her face burned where the infiltrator's arrow cut her. The wells were still poisoned with red lyrium. Her allies were exhausted and the most powerful people in the city wanted her dead. Even now she was hardly safe, protected only by the density of the alienage and the unwillingness of her enemies to enter it.

And how long would that unwillingness last? Bran wanted to prevent a purge, but she feared she'd only brought it on them faster.

Perhaps she should have stayed out of this, let Jester and Lady Volant handle this matter on their own. Since when had her presence really helped anything? The Anchor was useful, she supposed, but maybe Isabela had a point: perhaps they would all be better off if Enaste cut off her hand and left it on Cassandra's pillow.

She needed to relieve herself.

Once she'd untangled her legs from her blankets, she stood with a wince and opened the hatch back down to her room. She was careful not to make any excessive noise as she eased herself down the ladder; Solas was a heavy sleeper, but not so heavy he'd sleep through her falling on her ass.

He snorted as she slipped past him, but did not wake. There was a washroom attached to her tiny quarters with a chamberpot inside, a feature that would have been unthinkable to her less than a year ago but now, compared to Skyhold's more elaborate waste disposal, was downright rustic.

She must have taken longer than she thought, because when she re-entered the room Solas was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at the hatch.

"Oh, sorry," she said quietly. He looked at her, eyes shining an eerie violet in the dark. "I didn't mean to leave it open."

He shook his head. "No need to apologize. The fresh air is appreciated."

She stepped closer to him. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes," his voice rasped, and she smirked as he cleared his throat. "And you? Have you been able to rest, Inquisitor?"

"No," she said bluntly. She looked up at the hatch. "There's too much going on."

He lowered his voice. "Are you comfortable?" His words were gentle, kind, and the compassion in them warmed her heart.

"Yes. It's nice, seeing the stars, smelling the ocean." She leaned against the ladder, standing directly in front of him. He watched her, meeting her eyes, and suddenly she was hyper-aware of how little her clothing left to the imagination: her shirt was lightweight and tight, and her leggings were essentially underwear. That she was wearing something so revealing hadn't occurred to her until now; being seen in her nightclothes had never bothered her until he was the one looking.

"I... Imagine that would be comforting," he said slowly. Her face and ears felt hot.

"You should see," she replied, a little too quickly. She looked at the hatch nervously. "The roof, I mean. It's nice."

She kept her eyes off him as he spoke, but the humor in his voice was obvious. "You did say that." Then he paused, and she didn't know what would happen if she looked at him but she wasn't brave enough to find out. The silence lingered heavy and thick and a chill raced across her skin. "I suppose I could... have a look."

She smiled, still determined not to look at him. Then she climbed the ladder up to the rooftop alcove she'd made into her bed. It was a very small space, just big enough for her nest of blankets, with a small strip of space beside it for her shoes.

"How did you bring the blankets up here?" Solas asked, sounding impressed.

She smirked. "You're a very heavy sleeper." She collapsed on to her makeshift bed, legs crossed, and yawned.

He scoffed. "Hardly that heavy."

He was wrong, but she was only teasing. She nodded to a mechanism on the side of the roof. "There are pulleys on a lot of the windows and rooftops here. Once you know which one is yours, it's easy to just pull things up."

"Clever," he said, but he was distracted. She finally looked at him again, just fast enough to catch him avert his gaze.

He'd been staring at her. She narrowed her eyes, saying nothing as he looked out over the rooftops and held his arms behind his back. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the sound of breaking glass and cackling laughter.

"You should stay up here with me," she said, finally, softly, and drew her knees to her chest. "It's warm enough now but... it'll be colder in the morning."

He closed his eyes for a moment, and even when he opened them he still wasn't looking at her. "Inquisitor..."

"You don't have to call me that, either," she corrected gently. "I don't... I don't want to be that with you." A small, sad smile tugged at his lips. "Please, Solas." She wanted him there, wanted his warmth beside her and his breath at her ear and his arm on her waist. She wanted to sleep knowing he was alive and safe beside her, that no one could hurt them because they were together. "Stay."

Then he finally looked at her, and exhaled slowly, and behind him the stars spread out like a map against the endless void. She offered him her hand, already so close she could almost touch him.

And he took it, his long fingers so strong around hers. He knelt, easing into the blankets, still holding her hand as he sat down beside her. He shifted, her hand sliding to his forearm. He looked at it, then at her face. He gently brushed her cheek with his knuckles, and time itself froze around her. Her eyes traced the hard cut of his jaw and the soft fullness of his mouth. Then he turned his hand to cup her cheek, fingers just barely gracing the edge of her bandages. He eased her close, and she shut her eyes.

He pressed a careful kiss to her hairline. His lips were warm, and soft, and even when he pulled away his presence lingered on her skin.

Her brows furrowed, her chest filled with a strange mixture of happiness and dissatisfaction. He pulled back, searching her face, and he must have picked up on her confusion. He chuckled softly, and the sound alone –rumbling deep in the minute space between them– scattered her thoughts. "You actually have to sleep, da'len."

"Or I could--"

"Sleep," he was teasing now, playful, as though she were an unruly apprentice, and that imagery wasn't helping her get to sleep any sooner.

"Will you meet me in the Fade? We could... continue our lessons." He laughed more openly now as he pulled back from her. It was such a beautiful, frustrating sound.

"If you have the stamina for it, I will meet you in the Fade." He shifted so he was lying down on his back, putting more distance between them. The bed was so small, how did he manage to be so far away? "If not, I will see you in the morning."

She sighed and gave up. Admittedly, she was tired, and just having him close made her more comfortable than when she was alone. Yet exhaustion didn't stop her gaze from wandering over his broad chest, from taking in his large, elegant hands, from wondering how they would feel if he–

"Enaste," he started, but she cut him off.

"Touch me." 

A demand, a plea, two words that split the night around them. He inhaled sharply, staring up at the sky. "Please, just... please." She lay on her side, facing him.

He was quiet, and the playfulness in his expression disappeared. He shifted to his side. His shimmering eyes flicked to her face, taking her in. He shook his head slowly, as if in disbelief.

Then he reached up and traced a delicate line from her cheek to her shoulder. Her eyes widened and her body flushed with heat.

Suddenly he pushed her down into the blankets. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened in shock. He leaned over her, the stars behind him, and for a moment she thought –was he scared?

"Please," she insisted. The weight of his hand on her shoulder set a fire in her core. "Please, Solas, I want you to touch me." She wrapped her hand around his wrist as he pinned her to the bed. He eased off, and in response she brought his hand down so that it cupped the curve of her breast. "I want you." Her nightclothes bore no padding –he was only a thin layer of fabric from her bare chest.

His free hand reached up to stroke her cheek, and it was so hot beneath his touch. She could see the conflict in his eyes, a turmoil she could not begin to interpret. Was this wrong of her? Was she too plain, too inexperienced, too desperate? Was she pressuring him into something he didn't want?

He leaned close and brought his lips to her neck and in his rolling, gentle tenor said: "you are so beautiful, Enaste."

The hand on her breast squeezed softly, and the thrill of his touch made her pulse pound. His teeth brushed the sensitive skin below her jaw and she shivered. She still held him by the wrist and felt the wiry muscles there tense as he palmed her full, heavy breast. His hand brushed across her hard nipple and she cried out –in need, in shock, in a bottomless hunger for more. 

He paused, pulling away from her neck, and the concern in his eyes sent a wave of affection through her blood. "I'm, it's– don't stop," she sputtered, and his deep, rumbling chuckle made her feel like she was suddenly expected to survive without any bones.

"Ma nuvenin, da'len," he nearly growled the words into her skin. He grasped her breast again, its weight filling his hand, and a single stroke of his thumb across her nipple made her entire body shudder with pleasure. She bucked her hips involuntarily and a wet, desperate sound escaped her lips.

No one had ever touched her like this, except herself. That Solas was here, now, his hands toying with her breasts and brushing the skin of her neck with his soft lips was overwhelming, all-consuming. Then his teeth brushed against her ear and she briefly forgot who she was. She moaned, deep and low from somewhere base inside her. He teased her nipple between his fingers, over the fabric, making her squirm and gasp and push her chest towards him and the friction of her shirt on her skin only made it all stronger. 

He pulled back from her neck, and her skin was damp where he'd marked it. He hovered over her, watching her pant and gasp beneath him. It took so little effort for him to make her weak. His hand lingered on her chest, his grip firm but not enough to hurt.

She reached up and cupped his cheek. His thumb trailed around her nipple, tantalizingly light. He leaned in to her, and she shifted to meet him.

Again he did not kiss her, and instead brought his teeth to the other side of her neck. She would have been disappointed were it not for the movement of his free hand: he stroked the bare skin of her lower stomach where her shirt had come up, and the feeling of his skin on hers was electrifying. He just barely touched her, the contact a ghost along her nerves.

Her eyes widened. The emptiness inside her cunt, the dampness she felt –he was so close, and her body was so sensitive, and she needed him to touch her. She grasped at the back of his head and pushed him into her neck, quickly, hungrily.

He groaned against her, sending shocks of pleasure across her skin. The sound reverberated through her body and sent a wave of slick between her legs. From their earliest battles together she'd wanted him, wanted to know how the hands that helped her off the ground could touch her, how the subtle music of his voice would feel against her ear, how the arms that so expertly wielded a staff could hold her.

His palm flattened against her stomach. She grasped his wrist, urging him into her leggings. He hesitated, halting as she pushed him.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she breathed. "I want you, I need you, please don't stop." She let go of his wrist, and wrapped her arms around his back. "I want this. Solas, please."

He panted against her skin. His hesitation hung heavy in those scant millimeters between them. "Inquisitor..."

His use of her title made her heart drop. He couldn't do this, not now. "Don't go," she begged. She tried to hold him closer but he wouldn't budge. "Don't –don't leave me like this." His breath hitched against her. She gripped his shirt. "Please."

He pulled away. The force he had to use to untangle himself from her was like a knife in her heart. Her hands dropped away from him. "I am distracting you, Inquisitor. I'm sorry." He already sounded so far away in that cold night air.

It was more than that. She knew it. There was something about her that he couldn't bring himself to be with. She was too weak, too stupid, too ugly. If her magic was stronger, if she was smarter, if her decisions didn't hurt the people she was supposed to protect, if she was someone else–

But she wasn't. And she couldn't be.

"Fine," she said. He stood slowly, turning away from her. She stared off the edge of the roof, into the sky. "Go."

His presence lingered a moment longer, hovering in the space she'd made for herself. Then she heard the ladder creak, the hatch close, and he was gone.

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Well, here you guys are! The official teaser of pt. 2 in the 'Dream girl universe'- Babyfather (Angel, ik you asked for section 8 but I threw 7 in to soften the blow that is section 8. Trigger warning for abuse and reader has a mini anxiety attack, vomiting, pregnancy symptoms, attempted forced abortion, and mention of a future murder)

You didn’t even realize it when she’d laid you down in the bed on the pillows, tucking you in, until she was sliding into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind with a kiss to the back of your shoulder, “Hm?” 

She shook her head, reaching a hand into your robe to hold one of your breasts as another kiss was planted to the side of your neck, “Go to sleep, mama. I just had to go get out of my work clothes.” 

You let out a little groan, turning in her arms to nestle into her, your face tucked under her chin as you mumbled, “Hmmm... g’night.... love you...” 

With a little chuckle she pressed kisses into your hair, rubbing your lower back as she whispered against you, “Good night, my love. Sleep well.” 

You didn’t sleep very well at all. 

Along with the aches and random pains in weird places in your body- a tugging in your lower abdomen that also has a random stabbing along with it, back pain, an almost constant headache, and just a general discomfort and ache in your body- you also had this constant metal taste that was like having a mouthful of rusty change in your mouth at all times. 

You were constantly waking up throughout the night from the discomfort, the violent urge to brush your teeth to purge your mouth of the vile metallic tang plaguing you. This, compounded with your incessant gagging, had you growing nauseous with the mere thought of your toothbrush starting to make you want to dry-heave. 

You were presently standing over the sink, tears in your eyes as you tried to prepare yourself to gargle some mouthwash after having thrown up for about the fifth time since you woke up in the middle of the night. 

Sevika, ever the stony sleeper, had no idea until she rolled over, finding your cold spot in the bed next to her. She groaned, calling out in a sleep-filled voice, “Baby, what’re you doin’? Come back so we can cuddle...” 

You huffed, gripping onto the counter, fighting the urge to dry-heave again, “I’ll be back in a second....” 

You could hear her trudging footsteps coming closer to the bathroom until she was coming up behind you, rubbing your back and pulling hair out of your face, concern and sleep both written on her features, “What’s wrong, baby?” 

“I just.... I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” you shook your head, pushing her hand away before grabbing the capful of mouthwash. 

“You can’t lie to me, dream girl. You’re crying, you’re pale... you look like shit and you’re supposed to be asleep right now. Talk to me.” 

“I’m in pain, gagging now has nausea with it, I just threw up, so now I gotta wash that out of my mouth, but that’s still not going to get rid of this fucking taste in my mouth and I just-” 

“Hey,” she moved to stand right in front of you, hands on your arms as she rubbed them to try and calm you back down, “Avalanche, you’re spiraling, dreamy. Take a deep breath with me and we’ll go sit down and talk, okay?” 

You nodded as you looked up at her, taking a shaky but somewhat deep breath along with her as she nodded along, continuing to rub your arms with her thumbs tracing circles. 

You let out a hiccup when you went to exhale and the second the tears started to brew again, she shook her head, “No, no, eyes on me... You’re safe... you’re okay, I promise. I’m here. You are okay, you’re doing so well, my love. Let’s try again, okay? Deep breaths.” 

It took a few more tries before you finally relaxed in her hold, wrapping your arms around her. She brought one hand up to play in your hair, the pads of her fingers rubbing your scalp as her claws on her mech hand trailed lightly up and down your back. 

She ended up taking you to the kitchen, sitting you down as she made you a glass of water with two and a half ice cubes- just the way you liked it after an episode like that, holding your free hand and kissing your knuckles and fingertips as you drank with your other hand. 

When you sat the glass down, she stepped between your legs, still stroking her thumb over the back of your knuckles, “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll talk. If you don’t wanna talk, we can go back to sleep. If you want a distraction, we can watch something, or I could read you something. Just let me know, okay?” 

You nodded, reaching up with your other arm for her to come closer. She pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaning into the embrace, wrapping you up in her arms. The two of you remained that way for a few quiet moments until you looked up at her with a sniffle, your chin on her chest, “Sev?” 

“Yes, dreamy?” 

“Can you read to me in bed?” 

“Absolutely, baby. Do you wanna stay with me while I grab a book or go get comfy?” You held onto her tighter and she nodded, stroking your hair, “Alright, I got you.” She moved so that she could give you a piggyback while she grabbed a book. She ran her finger over the titles, moving on to the next one when you let out a little ‘mh-mh’ sound at each one until giving a nod when she got to a book you wanted to hear. 

Once you were both back in bed, Sevika sat up against the headboard with you lying on your stomach between her legs curled up into her chest, she started reading the book, her voice still rather raspy from sleep. She held the book in one hand, her other one up at your face, stroking your cheek with the back of her fingers and only moving to flip the page. 

Eventually, you closed your eyes, enjoying the vibrations of her voice in her chest and the feel of her fingers on your face. Unconsciously, you took hold of her hand, fiddling with her fingers. She paused in her reading to check in, “You okay?” 

“My mouth feels empty,” you lamented softly, the traces of whining laced in your voice. 

She kissed your temple, “You’ve got my fingers, mama. Do you want me to keep reading?” 

Sevika was no stranger to your occasional bouts like this. You hadn’t had a panic attack like that in a while, but usually when you did, you came out of them feeling very subby, not saying much, and your oral fixation would kick up, usually leading you to say things like ‘my mouth feels empty’.

You nodded in response to her question as you closed your eyes again, softly sucking and gnawing on her index finger. She smiled as your breathing evened out, setting the book aside as she pulled the covers over you both, allowing you to keep her finger before she picked the book back up. 

A little groan left you as you took one more finger into your mouth, shifting atop her with your right arm wrapped around her. She shushed you softly, pressing a kiss to your hair, “I’m right here, dream girl... I’ll never let you go... promise...” 

- 

First, he punched. 

Blow after blow into her face. 

To this day, Sevika still has the slightest taste of blood that crops up in her mouth from time to time. 

It was clear that he was just making himself angrier with each hit, the strikes growing more violent and frenzied the more he spoke, barking at her about bringing another unwanted mouth into the household, about how she was still going to have to work. How could she be so foolish as to allow something like this? Half of his yelling barely made any sense but one thing was clear- he was saying that she’d gotten pregnant on purpose, trying to get out of pulling her weight around here. 

His grip started to shake on her collar until he’d thrown her to the floor, too lazy to bend over and keep using his hands, so here came the infamous worker’s boots, smashing into her stomach and chest with seemingly reckless abandon- despite the concentration of kicks to her stomach. Sevika curled in on herself slightly, instinctively going to guard her stomach which left her chest open. 

There was a sick crunch with each kick there, blood bubbling up out of her mouth as her body was wracked with coughs, the blood spattering across the floor with each one. Her father stopped for a few moments, leaning against the wall to catch his breath as he wheezed.

"You... are fuckin'.... pathetic..." he huffed, turning back around to prod her face with his foot.

He spat down at her as she lay there, voice gruff as he all but growled, “Get the fuck up.” 

Sevika was already weak when he came in, having been throwing up essentially all morning before he'd come in to find her when he got home. It hurt to even breathe, ribs threatening to puncture her lungs with every shallow breath she managed, let alone for her to actually get up off the floor.

She didn’t move. 

He gave her a shove with his foot, pushing her onto her back as his voice got louder, “Did you not hear me, bitch? Get the fuck up!” 

Tears brewed at the back of her eyes. She always says the back because she learned early on not to cry. He hated that almost more than he hated her.

With a great amount of effort, she rolled onto her side, then her stomach before bracing her hands against the floor to push herself up, low grunts and huffs escaping her the whole way. 

She barely got a few inches off the floor before he used his foot once again to kick her, knocking her back down, “Get up.” 

It was getting harder to hold those tears. 

She wasn’t foolish enough to hope that actually ending up pregnant would change things. She never hoped for anything. But some subconscious part of her did. While she had no plans on keeping the child, not that her father would let her anyway, something deep within her secretly wanted to. 

Her arms were wobbly, weak as she started to push up again. Each time she started to get up as he was demanding, he’d kick up under her, right into her stomach. 

She knew what he was doing. 

She didn’t want to lose the baby. 

Not like this. 

But she couldn’t do anything. 

For years after his death, she berated herself for not killing him sooner. 

After all if she had... 

MARSSSSSSSSS MARS. OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. i am so excited and horrified and nervous and THRILLED to read the rest of this. POOR SEVIKAAAAA 😭😭😭 MY BABY OH MY GODDDDDDD. YOURE AN AMAZING WRITER AND AN EVIL GENIUS

[sammy8d257]

In the Week that Follows - Chap. 2: Day 1 - Cleaning (part 1)

An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series

Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

Chapter Word Count: 4195

Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them)

CW for this Chapter Part: Implied Minor Character Death (King’s Child), Implied Child Abuse (from Purple’s past), Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Minor Swearing, King's Anger Issues, Poor Mental Health, Short description of a Panic Attack indicated by the "++"

[AO3 vers. (Full Chapter)]

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On the first day after, morning came as it always does. Beams of light filtered through the window in exactly the right way to land on King's face. The royal (not so royal) stick groaned at the morning sun that threatened to end his slumber. In an effort to delay the inevitable, he rolled onto his side. His entire body protested the action as he tried to settle back into sleep.

It was morning. And morning meant waking up. And King hated waking up. Waking up meant another day of struggling. Waking up meant another day of endless work. Waking up meant another day of living without-

King shot up in bed.

A jolt of pain coursed through his lower back, the muscles stinging from the sudden movement. Ah- Through gritted teeth, the orange stick lowered himself down till his upper back was propped up by his elbows. Oh cursors. His whole body felt like one big bruise. His jaw ached as he gingerly tested its movement.  

King's brows pinched in confusion. What happened last night?

A Year. It's been a year since- Gold. Gold. Minecraft. Gold went into Minecraft and and and and- One Year.Minecraft. The Game. The Game Icon. He did it. He got the Icon and put it in his staff and released its power and and and and- The others. The Desktop Stick Figures. They stopped him. He was close. He was so close to destroying- There was a fight. Multiple fights? One long fight. With game mobs. And a Minecraft creepypasta legend? The Desktoppers fighting together against him with mobs and legends and… Purple. Oh shit.

King swung his legs off the edge of the bed, ripping the blankets from his body and ignoring the sore ache that shot up his spine. His head snapped to the last spot he saw the purple stick only to find- No one there…

On the floor at the foot of the dresser was a neatly folded pile of the pillows and blankets Purple had used for bedding. The pillows were stacked on top of the blankets and that too familiar old comforter peaked out from the bottom of the stack. But their previous night's user was nowhere to be found.

King sucked in a sharp breath, wincing at the dull throb emanating from his cheek and the underside of his chin. A quick glance around the room revealed it the same as he left it. Dusty and dirty with books, boxes, dishes, metal scraps, and more strewn about. 

But still no sign of Purple.

The frown deepened. King brought a hand up to rub at his temple. Squinting in the morning sun, the old analog clock on his wall told him it was around 9:15 am. 

Huh… 

He slept longer than he anticipated. He thought he would have been able to wake up before Purple but apparently not. Still, even with how tired he was, King wasn't that light of a sleeper. Months of stress induced insomnia and general grief did no favors for the quality of sleep he's been getting. Even the smallest of shakes from his windows could have him gasping awake on some nights. So how did Purple not only wake up earlier, fold their borrowed bedding, and leave out the door, all without him knowing?

And more importantly, why didn't they tell him they were leaving?

King stilled.

Why would it matter if Purple told him they were leaving? It wasn't like they were friends. If anything, their relationship could be described as "Boss and Employee", or rather, Ex-Boss and Employee. Given how King only hired Purple for their knowledge and help capturing those desktoppers, he was positive any contractual ties were fulfilled the moment King got a hold of the Minecraft Icon. (And severed the moment he shot them down).

He winced, his mind replaying yesterday's events like an accident he couldn't look away from. Of course. Of course Purple wouldn't want anything to do with him. They dedicated a week of service to help him, trusting a lie that King promised them, and in the end, this is how he repays them? 

By attacking them, electrifying them, abandoning them to be chased off, disintegrating them in a beam of horrible white light-

King sharply inhaled. Dear cursors he almost got them killed, he did get them killed. If it wasn't for the desktoppers, neither he nor Purple would even be alive. He did that. It was his fault. He caused all this unnecessary pain and suffering, and for what? Because he was angry? Because he was sad? Yeah right.

Pathetic. A pathetic excuse for a pathetic stick figure. King thought bitterly. Gold would be ashamed to have you as their father.

The breath caught in his throat. Gold…  

++ King's breath quickened. A familiar rising pressure was starting to push and pull at his chest. The barrier he created to stop the tidal wave of anger grief anguish hurt HURT emotions, was breaking. Cracks were forming and he didn't know how to stop it. Please stop, stop it, stop STOP-

He was so angry. He still is so angry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to curse. He wanted to hurt the world. Hurt it as much as it hurt him. Break it, destroy it, tear it apart so it can never hurt him again because it's- It's not fair. It's not fair. It hurts. This Hurts. Cursors this hurts so much. They're gone. They're gone forever and there's no one to blame but him.It's your fault. You let this happen. This is YOUR FAULT.

Why can't he breathe? He's dying oh cursors heDeserves ItHe does. He knows he does. He's alone. He's going to be aloneForever and ever and ever until the dirt swallows him whole and he finally rots for everything he's-

he's, he's…

Tired. He's so tired. . .

. . . . . . . . .. . . . .. . ..

++

A shudder ran through his body as he gasped for air. A dull ache laced up his back and into his arms. They felt as heavy as lead from their position anchored around his head. The world felt sluggish and the morning sun looked muted from his curled position on the bed. His chest hurt.

With shaky, wheezy breaths, King carefully released his head from the death grip he held it in. He must have grabbed it when he curled in on himself. He winced as he straightened his posture, the muscles in his back throbbing from the strain. 

How long had he-? King's mind stuttered, the residue of his panicked state slowly clearing as he forced himself to take slower breaths. He ignored the slight wheeze that persisted. His limbs still held a small tremor as he carefully pushed himself into a sitting position. He glanced at the clock, 9:28, and sighed. The familiar sensation of a headache pulsed between his eyes. 

Normally, at this point in the day, he would already be drinking his second cup of coffee and furiously working on another staff prototype or researching the capabilities of a more powerful block or pouring over another book. 

But today? Today, he didn't have to do that. There was no goal left, no reason to get up. He had rightfully failed and pushed away everyone in his life. Today, he didn't want to do anything. Whatever "responsibilities" he was supposed to do could wait. So today, he was going to sleep until tomorrow.

No more thinking. No more acting. No more. Just him and the sweet nothings of sleep.

Still, as he laid himself back down, a thought persisted in his exhausted mind.

It would have been nice to say goodbye… 

The orange stick figure winced. Despite it all, a part of King wanted to hold on to the hope that maybe, possibly, Purple didn't hate him. But another part, a smarter part, told him to bury his face further into his pillow. After everything he did, a proper goodbye was the last thing he deserved.

Yes, King sighed, eyes slipping closed as he surrendered himself to the oblivion of sleep.

Purple would be better off staying away.

= O = o = 

2 hours later, King awoke with a start at the sound of his doorbell ringing.

Who in the name of Flash- King groaned. 

Groggily, he dragged his hands down his face. The sharp throb of his left cheek did wonders at waking him up faster.

It was, King squinted at the clock, 12:13. 

Who in their right mind was ringing his doorbell in the middle of the day? Didn't they know some people were trying to rest?

Whoever it was, they were about to face the wrath of a sleep deprived man.

Grumbling, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. A rush of vertigo made the tall stick stagger but he quickly recovered enough to steady himself and stomp his way to the door. The doorknob was nearly pulled out of its socket as he yanked the door open.

"What do you WANT-" The scratchy snarl died in his throat as King stared into the face of one very surprised Purple.

For a moment, the two stick figures stood there, frozen by shock. A second passed. Then two, then three, as they both stared at each other. 

What was Purple even doing here? Why did they come back? King's mind raced with theories trying to justify why Purple would ever want to be near him again. Money? Revenge? Came back to give him what he deserves for being such a worthless-

"...?"

Sounds. Words. King blinked. The noises paused when Purple's mouth stopped moving. Their brows were furrowed and they stared at him with a mix of concern and confusion. King narrowed his own eyes in response, his mind desperately trying to comprehend the situation before him. 

"What did you say?" King sputtered, his voice finally working. It came out rough and he lifted his free hand to massage his throat. He flinched when he could feel the beginnings of a bruise forming.

Purple continued to stare. Their questioning eyes broke eye contact to raked over his form. King had the urge to curl in on himself in some vain attempt to somehow hide. Eventually, Purple's gaze returned back to his face and that feeling of shame doubled. 

"I said, you look awful. Did I accidentally wake you? I'm sorry." Purple said in a soft tone. Nervously, they shifted a large pink tote bag from their shoulder down so they were holding it comfortably by the straps. King followed the movement with his eyes.

Purple was here. Purple was here. They came back. But why? Why come back when they have already left? Did they want him back in their life? Maybe they wanted something from him?

"What… are you doing here?" he finally asked. They left but they came back. And if nothing else, King wanted to know why. The tiny flame of hope that hours earlier he ignored, was reigniting in his chest.

At that question, Purple tilted their head in confusion. "You didn't read my note?" 

"Note?" King frowned and he let his arm drop from the doorknob to his side. "What note?"

The younger stick figure leaned to the side to peer through the doorway. Carefully, they readjusted their grip on the bag in their arms and gestured to a spot beyond King. Slowly, the orange stick figure turned his torso towards the area Purple pointed to. It was the shelf that stood at the foot of his bed.

He squinted, trying to focus his eyes. On top of the shelf were the usual items of the photo, a stack of papers, and a small box filled with random things King put down and never picked back up. Nothing seemed out of place. The photo remained in its spot, the box didn't look like it gained any new items and the stack of papers had a neatly folded piece of paper on it. 

Wait a minute-

King fully turned away from the door and walked towards the shelf. Sitting on top of a stack of various articles and reports King had printed out in hopes of furthering his research, was a small piece of paper folded widthwise. If it wasn't for the fact that it had his name written on top, King would have easily mistaken it for any other papers strewn about.

Huh, would you look at that, King thought as he gingerly picked up the folded note.

He glanced back to the open doorway. Purple had not moved from their spot and was looking at him expectantly. He pressed his mouth into a hardline and dropped his gaze back down to the note in his hands. Taking a deep breath, he opened it up.

[ To King,

I need to get some cleaning and medical supplies from my apartment. I do not know when I will be able to come back but I will try to return around noon at the latest. 

Thank you,Purple ]

King read the note, and then read it again. The paper crinkled from his grip. Its words were simple and straightforward but it made his throat thick with an emotion he couldn't place. Purple left because they were getting supplies. They left and came back because they wanted to…

Slowly, King turned to face the fidgeting stick figure in the doorway. They were shifting from foot to foot and nervously darting their eyes from the note, to King's face, to a random spot in the room, and back. When they noticed he had turned back to them, the fidgeting stopped and they immediately straightened their posture.

"You're here because…" King trailed off, his voice no louder than a strained whisper.

And Purple replied just as softly, "Because I want to help."

A silence born from disbelief blanketed the room. One second passed, then two, then three, as the two of them didn't dare make a move.

It wasn't until King's breath caught in his throat and he doubled over in a coughing fit, did that silence break. 

"KING!" Purple called as they rushed forward towards the incapacitated stick. Said stick figure was currently using the shelf to support his weight while he crushed the note to his chest as he tried to calm his lungs. 

King heard a soft THUMP! to his side and felt gentle hands shift support from the shelf to their hold. He glanced over at Purple's worried face and tried to reassure them but it only came out as a wheezy hiss in-between coughs. Carefully, he felt himself lowered into a sitting position on his bed. The hands shifted from holding him up, to gently holding on to his arm and rubbing soothing circles into his back.

Purple was saying something next to him but King couldn't make it out over his own strained breath. Eventually, he shut his eyes and focused on controlling his breathing and the comforting feel of the hand on his back.

A few moments later, King's breath finally calmed to a point where he didn't feel like he was choking. 

The hand on his back paused its ministrations as King glanced towards his left. Purple sat there staring at him, one arm outstretched towards his upper back and the other providing a grounding hold on his arm. Their face held a look of concern but there was an intensity hidden in their eyes that had King doing a double take.

"Purp-" 

"How are you feeling?" Purple cut him off. Gone was the nervous stick who stood in the doorway waiting patiently for approval. In their place was a stick figure who held an air of professionalism. King blinked at the sudden switch.

"T-tired?" He rasped in confusion. Purple frowned at the wheeze still present in his voice and carefully they began rubbing circles into his back again. The tight muscles of his upper back started to loosened and King could feel his air flow improve. Purple smiled and nodded to themself, seemingly happy at this development.

"There you go, easy. Take as deep of a breath you can but don't try to push yourself," Purple said calmly. "Here, try to match my rhythm."

With practiced ease, the younger stick figure inhaled a breath, held it for 2 seconds, and then slowly released it.

King stared at the other as he automatically started syncing his breath in time with Purple's. 

What in the world was going on? Now that the threat of another coughing fit was gone, King's mind was racing. 

He's grateful, he really is, for the aid Purple was giving him but the comforting hand, the calming breathing, the soft calculating eyes, it all left him reeling in confusion. Purple was being kind, kinder than he deserves, and King didn't know why.

"Purple…what…" King paused as he collected his thoughts. "What was that?"

The purple stick figure smiled up at him. "You were having a coughing fit. My guess is that it may have been triggered by the strain from the rest of your injuries."

Purple hummed, slowing the circles on his back before stopping all together. They gave him another once over with their eyes lingering on the areas with the most visible bruising. King squirmed.

"Speaking of injuries," Purple continued. "Have you had a chance to take care of them yet? I don't mean to be rude but it looks like the bruise on your cheek hasn't been treated at all and it feels like you're still covered in the soot from the Nether."

King said nothing but lifted a hand to cradle his swollen cheek. It felt tender under his press and as he traced his lower jaw, he could feel the tell-tale signs of another bruise. Memories of a netherite infused staff colliding with his jaw sent phantom pains echoing through his head. Luckily, he was distracted from his thoughts as he brushed over the layer of coarse grit that still clung to his body. An embarrassed blush crept onto his face that he hoped wasn't visible to the other. In his defense, he had just woken up and hadn't had time to do anything yet, let alone shower. Still, the thought that he had let someone see how much of a mess he was, made him want to crawl under covers in shame. 

Purple pressed their lips into a hard line and hummed. They debated something in their mind before they nodded to themself and beamed a pleasant grin at him. "Alright then. Let's get you clean first. Come on." 

In one swift move, Purple shifted their right hand to support the small of his back and tightened their hold on his arm as they stood from the bed.

Bewildered at the younger's actions, King allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and ushered into the hall. 

"Purple-" 

"Don't worry, I remember which door is the bathroom," Purple said as if that was the thing King wanted to question them about and not the fact that they were near dragging him toward a door down the hall. Despite their smaller size, their grip on his arm was surprisingly strong but gentle all the same. It was done with an ease that could have only come from practice. King found himself frowning at that thought. 

Once the duo reached the end of the hallway, Purple quickly opened the door to their left and flipped on the lightswitch. The sudden brightness from the lightbulbs had King blinking as Purple pulled him into the bathroom. 

"Alright," Purple released King from their grip and pointed towards the closed lid of the toilet. With a cheery grin, they continued. "How about you take a seat and rest while I get everything set up!"

When King didn't move from his spot, Purple sighed and gently retook his hand in theirs. He didn't resist as the younger stick maneuvered him to sit on the toilet lid. Satisfied, Purple nodded and turned back around.

King's mind raced. As he watched Purple flit around the room, he could feel irritation start to build towards a familiar anger. This… this was ridiculous. They were treating him like he was made of glass, like he was some child! He was a fully grown adult who just yesterday almost took down an entire video game from the inside out. He was no wilting flower nor a porcelain doll. But here he was, being treated like he couldn't even shower himself. He knew they were trying to help but this was humiliating. 

"Purple."

"Alright, you stay right there and I'll start the water for you."

"Purple."

"Hmm, this is a different handle than what I'm used to but don't worry, I can figure it out."

"Purple."

"Ah HA! Got it! Alright, let me just check to make sure the water isn't too hot-"

"PURPLE!"

Purple shot to their feet from their hunched position over the side of the tub. Stiffly, they turned towards King. 

"Y-yes?" They hesitantly ask. Their confident, pleasant smile was stretched thin across their face

King sighed, the anger already dissolving back into annoyance. 

"I know how to use my own shower."

Purple cringed. "I know. I just, you're hurt and I didn't want you to- I mean, of course you're able to- I just- Sorry."

King watched as the younger stick hung their head in shame. Their shoulders were hunched and after a moment they looked at him with a tense expression as if waiting for him to react. He sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, wincing at the soreness of his cheek. 

"Purple, it's fine," King said tiredly, his eyes flickering to the stick as they stood straighter at the mention of their name. He just wanted to make the other understand he didn't need all this coddling. "It's just… I'm not a child, you know this right? I know how to take care of myself."

Purple jolted, opening their mouth as if to say something, only for them to reconsider and shut it. Instead, they fidgeted in place by ringing their hands together. Clearly, there was something the stick wanted to say but out of respect? Fear? King didn't know, but whatever the reason, the younger stick figure said nothing. 

"Just-" King paused. While he would be lying if he didn't want to question Purple over this odd behavior, he didn't think his bathroom was the place to have that conversation. Especially not when that tight grin on Purple's face was starting to wobble. "Just wait out in the main room. We can continue this when I'm done."

The two stick figures stared at the other over the sound of running water. A second passed, then two, then three. Purple bit the inside of their cheek as an unknown expression crossed their face. Whatever was on their mind was still bothering them but after a moment, they nodded.

"Right. I'll see you after." With that, Purple turned and stiffly walked to the door. They refused to meet King's eyes as they passed him.

Before they left, Purple paused with a hand on the doorknob and their back facing towards him. "If you need any help-"

"Purple."

"Of course. Right. Sorry," Purple stammered as they fled the room. The bathroom door closed with a click, leaving the only sound of water running.

King slumped in his seat and groaned. Weird, all of this was weird. Was this his punishment? Being forced to deal with increasingly confusing situations with an equally confusing stick figure until he finally snaps? Even when he's already failed, the world just kept throwing shit at him.

Such is my life, he thought humorlessly. He glanced at the bathtub. The faucet was still running from when Purple was checking the temperature. Sighing, King stood from his seat on the toilet lid. Movement caught the corner of his vision and King turned slightly to his left to see his reflection staring back.

Cursors, he looked awful.

His near permanent eye bags somehow looked even darker than before. The bruise on his cheek was turning an ugly shade of dark oranges and yellows, and King could see it extend into slight purples and browns on the underside of his chin. A small puncture wound, no doubt from the time that green desktopper hooked him in place with his fishing rod, was located on his right shoulder. He supposed he was lucky it was so shallow or else it could get infected. Though he should get it cleaned. As King continued to rake his gaze over his form, he spotted various other small bruises and scrapes scattered across his body. 

They weren't too bad, he thought. Nothing a few days of rest couldn't fix. Although…

He grimaced at the layer of grime on his skin. 

He really did need a shower.

Wordlessly, King turned away from the bathroom mirror and stepped into the tub. With a flick of the handle, the pouring water switched from the faucet below to the showerhead above. He groaned appreciatively as the tension started to seep out of his muscles. 

The water was at the perfect temperature. 

= O = o =

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Disability aid review- pain management edition

Good morning fellow chronic pain peeps! Thought I'd share a review of some of the pain management tools I've purchased myself in the last year. First up, we have the Momcozy pregnancy pillow

I'm a side sleeper that barrel rolls all night. Most body/maternity pillows don't work for me because I just get tangled up in them. This pillow was recommended by some tiktokers with Ehlers-Danlos, so I gave it a try.

What I like :

The texture of the cover reminds me of a squishmallow.

Laying inside it feels like a hug, and was very comforting.

The stuffing is soft, but sturdy. I only used it a couple weeks (more on that later) but I saw no flattening or stuffing lumps.

The U shape kept me from barrel rolling and gave me support when I did turn side to side. I also found myself naturally sleeping on my back halfway through the night, which is far better on my spine.

I did have less pain in my hips, back, and lower neck while using it.

What I didn't like:

I felt I was a bit too tall for it. I'm 5' 9" so I expected that would be the case. The part that goes through your knees, hit me at crotch level. To circumvent this, I just bent that part down to run along my side.

It did creep up a little during the night, and I'd have to sit up and readjust my whole nest. This could be because I'm such a rough sleeper or the slick velvet cover. It wasn't a deal breaker for me, but it was a thing.

What made me stop using it every night was that I started seeing an increase in my cervicogenic headaches. I wondered if the pillow wasn't increasing the pressure on the base of my skull and triggering them. That said, I still got headaches a few days after I switched pillows. So this could have been a coincidence.

It does take up the majority of my queen size bed. My partner and I sleep separately, but if you share a bed that might be an issue.

I bought the Momcozy brand over the less expensive options after reading tons of reviews. I bought through Amazon (link) but you can also find it on their website and walmart.com

Summary:

I feel like it was well worth the $50 I paid for it (I've seen it on sale since for less than 40). I slept better on this pillow than I have any others. I liked it so well, that I'm going to give it another go once I'm brave enough to risk another migraine. But, unless you have instability where your head meets your neck, I don't think you'll have the same problems.

*Stay tuned for more reviews

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Zekaria x Camp HC

Add your own if you’ve got any! I wanna see your guys Headcanons! Enjoy!

Gale

With how big Ria is on a cool breezy day, Gale would be nestled between her thighs reading a book. She’d be lounging on a pile of pillows, eyes closed and claws in his hair. She’d be eating fruit and feeding Gale every once in a while.

One an off day without really looking for leads, he’d hold her hand in the market, she’d wrap her arm around his shoulders.

While they were sleep, Ria would be the one nestled between Gale’s legs, head on his chest with her arms around him.

Sometimes Ria would wear Gale’s robes around camp if she didn’t feel like putting on actual clothes.

Astarion had told Ria that Gale was Vanilla in bed. She’d teach him some of her favorite kinks, he’d enjoy because Gale is nothing but an overachiever.

Gale’s ‘guilty pleasure’ is this large woman sitting on his face. Her thick thighs bordering on either side of his head, his hands cupping her ass and holding her there. Ria worried she’ll suffocate him.

Wyll

Wyll will be hesitant to want to touch Ria. His thoughts that he was off putting would always hold him back. He would be surprised when she said she liked him a lot.

Ria would go to kiss Wyll and he would stiffen up as she’s kiss along his jaw. She’s giggle in his ear and lick the shell of it to tease him. He’d blush and playfully nudge her away. Ria would wrap her arms around him and hold him close. Wyll would put a hand on her lower back.

Wyll takes me as a stomach sleeper, Zekaria would sleep next to him, half on top of him, a long leg nestled between both of his and an arm across his back. Or she’d ask him to lay on her, head on her chest or stomach, warm arm going around her. Wyll would be worried his horns would get in the way.

Once Wyll finally opens up he is definitely a menace to Ria. They had grown so close that she can see exactly what he’s thinking without the tadpole. Reading his expressions was enough to know if he was playing with her.

Wyll is a slap his partners ass in front of people kinda man. Ria likes that part a lot. He’s also a public kinda man, if they’re sitting just right he’ll finger Ria while talking to the rest of the camp around the fire. Or take her into the tree line close to camp and fuck her until her legs can’t seem to keep her up.

Lae’zel

Ria would lounge about watching Lae’zel work out or sharpen her sword. She loved to watch the strain of muscle, watch the other sweat. It was intoxicating.

Lae’zel’s favorite thing is to train near a body of water. On a nice hot day to get Zekaria in the water, to watch her splash around naked, then to watch the water slide over her pretty green skin. To watch her air dry.

Ria loves to make the Gith relax with a massage if she ends up giving the teifling trouble about her training. “You can take a day of Zel. Come let me give you a massage babe.” The teifling beckoned.

Lae’zel loves to trace and lick along the scars and raised lines and prongs along Ria’s body when they are alone in her tent.

Ria tops more often than you think and Zel absolutely reels at the fact that she does. But of course gives her a hard time in front of everyone.

Shadowheart

She’s rough around the edges but is complete goo when it comes to Ria. Shadowheart is awkward when it comes to PDA, but Ria assures her it’s alright. Light hand holding, Ria sliding an arm around her shoulders to bring her closer while around the fire. Whispering compliments in her ear to catch the blush on her cheeks.

Ria loves to be the small spoon.

Shadowheart is the kind to help Ria drink wine, then lick up whatever spills on her chin.

Shadowheart absolutely loves to put Ria in her place in bed. The small Sharran defiantly brings the pain better than any Loviator follower.

Ria jokingly found a dog collar and teased Shadowheart if she wasn't nice to her, she wouldn't put it on. Shadowheart has never said please and thank you faster to see her giant teifling girlfriend be an absolute bottom.

Shadowheart is all black and darkness, but once she fines anything in the right shade of green that matches Ria's skin or nipple color she's more keen for some color in her outfit.

Karlach

Karlach absolutely loves to wrestle with Ria. Both being big and tall women it's always a good time. Karlach loves to let Ria win most times even though the Teifling tells her not to hold back.

Cold nights it's a pleasure to be snuggled up next to the hot barbarian.

Ria plays with Karlach's hair, giving her little braids, putting different kinds of charms in her locks.

Karlach's love language is words of affirmation, she loves to compliment Ria. When in bed, she kisses every inch of skin and dols out the loving words.

They take a lot of naps together, days to laze about are filled with them.

Karlach is a touchy woman, hand holding, wrapping an arm around Zekaria to have her in front, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder. The whole nine.

Karlach also likes to stare at her partner, just boring holes into them because one they’re so damn hot and two they are their favorite person in the world.

Astarion

Would pout and whine for Ria to feed him fruit like the god he thinks he is. (Yeah I know he doesn’t NEED to eat it) But just the thought of him eating messy, juicy fruit and Ria licking the juices off his chin and neck, following if it ended up going further down.

Is the little spoon.

Absolutely loves to see Ria in his clothes.

Gets a fucking kick out of Ria biting him when they’re having a romp or he’s also feeding on her.

Behind closed doors or a tent flap Star is a cuddle bug, just wanting to lounge about and enjoy Ria’s warmth, her smell, the sound of her heart beating in her chest. Feel her smooth skin against his.

Absolutely loves to be read to while snuggled between her thighs. He’s the type to wrap his arms around them to hold her close.

Loooves Ria’s nails for head scratches.

Sometimes when they’re in a new town goes to try and get them matching camp clothes.

Will bring her random gifts if he sees something she likes. Mostly will probably draw for her.

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okay follow-up ask to the bed thing: pillows?

I like the mattress I have, it molds to my body in a good way and offers good support, but I CANNOT find the right pillow. I use 2 right now depending on if I'm sleeping on my side or back (I have chronic pain and sleep poorly, which causes a lot of reshuffling and switching from side to back to other side over and over). I hate the overly fluffy pillows, but I feel like the foam ones squish down so quickly they only last maybe a couple of months max, and even then it's not ideal.

Any suggestions? I would be so so grateful 🙏

Okay, but you have to take this with a huge massive grain of salt, because pillows are SO personal. Not only that, our bodies get used to shitty pillows and switching to good neck support can suck in a very major way.

My pillow tips are as follows:

For side sleepers, this very quickly googled image is the exact right idea. If you can, test pillows on a bed like your bed at home and have someone check your spine. (I can't actually say if every mattress sales person will be competent at this because most of the ones I worked with didn't care so bring your own person if you can)

The right pillow should fit the gap between your head and your shoulder to keep your spine level. The best ones I've found for this are solid memory foam, and not that money is everything but if it's about $70 that's usually where the good foam starts. Stay away from polyfill and down.

Back and stomach sleepers will typically want a lower pillow than side sleepers.

I personally really love my tempurpedic symphony pillow. The quality has declined over the years but it's the exact shape for me, and each side is a different shape for back or side sleeping. If you sleep warm Technogel makes a freaking amazing cooling pillow in a few heights. It's really spendy but damn it's a cool pillow.

Lastly, if you find a good pillow get a waterproof protector. Also for your bed. Waterproof protectors on all your bed shit! Nice ones breathe well and don't feel plasticy but we are creatures made of water between sweat, drool, accidents, and dust mites for the love of god get a protector on everything.

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genuinely, as a side and stomach sleeper, I use throw blankets as my pillow (on top of a firm pillow) and I don't get lower back pain. maybe see if extra cushion or support could help?

yeah i definitely need a firmer bed lol the problem is i so cozy

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@chaieyestea said: Not sure if you've already talked about something like this, but what are your muses' (you pick who) sleeping traits? Ex, do they have the body temp of a radiator? Do they toss and turn in their sleep? Would they press their ice-cold feet to the back of someone's legs to wake them up?

//oooh yes yes!!! first of all. hello chai. second of all. i have talked about some of this in the past, but i'll go ahead and take the opportunity to ramble a little!!! :3

jack: so jack doesn't usually sleep in an actual bed and tends to kinda just... fall asleep wherever he is, occasionally while standing and working. he sleepwalks like a motherfucker.

but, when he does sleep in a bed, he tends to curl up a little bit. imagine a little cat except this cat is trying *not* to take up space. that's him. growing up with like at least eight foster siblings means jack is used to taking up as little space as possible when he sleeps, because that's what he did as a child. he also tends to stay very still when he sleeps, and he's a very light sleeper. it doesn't take much to wake him up in general.

in terms of body temperature, jack naturally runs a bit colder--i actually headcanon he has a lower body temperature than average, which actually makes it a bit dicey when he has fevers because "fever" for him is not the same as many other people.

jerry: jerry sprawls out whenever he sleeps and is a *heavy* fucking sleeper. he sleeps like a rock. i also don't think he tosses and turns that much--essentially the moment he's unconscious, he's dead weight, and that's your problem now.

the only time he doesn't sprawl out is when he's sharing a bed with someone, in which case he cuddles them. he wraps himself around them like a big gangly octopus and refuses to let go. if you need to piss in the morning, god fucking help you.

jerry also snores a lot! and due to the gap in his front teeth, his snores sound a little like. whistle-y. that's not a word but that's what i'm imagining.

jerry runs a bit hot, but when his feet get cold, he *does* put them on people he shares a bed with without warning to wake them up.

rosa: rosa tends to toss and turn a little when she sleeps unless she's sharing the bed with someone. i don't think rosa can sleep comfortably and soundly alone, which is part of why she got a cat! ricky sleeps in her bed and curled up next to her, and that helps her sleep better.

rosa has a bit of a hotter body temperature than normal and she's a goddamn furnace under the covers. at least, to other people. rosa feels cold pretty easily and loves to bundle up when she sleeps--get this girl a pile of blankets STAT.

when sharing a bed with someone, rosa loves to cuddle, and she's perfectly happy as both big and little spoon. just snuggle her, that's what she wants.

tony: tony struggles to sleep quite a bit. he has chronic pain as a result of his back injury that makes it hard to find a comfortable position to sleep in--usually on his side, and even then, usually on his left side (to avoid putting too much pressure on his head injury. he sleeps very stiffly, one hand under his pillow and kinda curled around himself.

(tony keeps a gun under his pillow, just in case. he never feels safe letting his guard down and he needs to be ready to pull it out at a moment's notice.)

when he shares a bed with someone, tony curls around them, usually arranging them so that he's between them and the door (if they're close enough, but if he's sharing a bed with them then i figure they are). he's a bit of a light sleeper, though, so it's not hard to wake him up if you need to move. he also runs very warm, though, and cuddling with him gets hot and sweaty real fast.

spencer: spencer can sleep standing straight up with his eyes open. and he often does that, though he doesn't sleep walk to as significant a degree as jack does. but yeah, spencer doesn't usually sleep in a bed either, and he tends to sleep very stiffly whenever he does. he doesn't toss and turn, and he's a super light sleeper as well. similarly to tony, spencer keeps a weapon on him at all times, and he makes sure to have easy access to it even when resting.

spencer runs very cold. he doesn't heat up easily, and though he'd never admit it, he does like to have a lot of blankets when he sleeps. only when he sleeps alone, of course--he'd never let anyone know he's *vulnerable* and wants *comfort* like a soft blanket. why would he do that? freak.

on the incredibly rare occasions that spencer trusts someone enough to share a bed with them, spencer kinda drapes himself over them. not really curling around them in a protective way, very much putting an arm over them in a possessive way. you can't leave, because spencer doesn't want you to.

amelia: amelia i imagine also tends to sleep pretty stiffly, but she's a muuuuch heavier sleeper than spencer or tony. when she conks out, she's out for the next eight hours minimum. however, when she cuddles with someone, she loosens up and likes to just hold them, often resting her head on their chest.

as someone who tends to be pretty dominant in a lot of situations (by necessity, not by choice), it's hard for amelia to let her walls down most of the time, even just to cuddle up to someone, but when she does she *melts.* absolutely amelia cuddles up to someone and loves to be their little spoon.

i also imagine amelia runs pretty hot sometimes, but not overly so. she's warm, really. a very comfortable body temperature to snuggle with.

sabine: as a bonus, sabine sprawls out when sleeping alone, but when sleeping with someone, she curls up around them, holding them close to her body and burying her face in the back of their neck. sabine isn't super comfortable as a little spoon must of the time, but god does she love being the big spoon.

(though, yes, on the occasions she's comfortable letting someone spoon up behind her, she loves it. just hold her gently and kiss the back of her neck pls <3)

sabine is a very heavy sleeper, though she struggles to fall asleep at time. girl often has to take a melatonin before bed, and that shit knocks her out cold for ten hours at a time.