#scheduling this for way later bc she's tired

[plusultraetc]

manga spoilers but tell me how I just now realized The Erasermic Fall will eventually be animated

[eternity-death]

Penacony Reactions to you spanking them

No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.

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Hanabi

Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.

She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.

This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.

You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?

Black Swan

Stares at you.

Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.

She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.

Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.

Sampo

He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.

Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.

Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”

Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.

Aventurine

“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”

If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.

He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.

“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.

Acheron

You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.

Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”

You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.

Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)

Dr. Ratio

Lets out a high pitched yelp.

Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.

“Did you really just do what I think you did?”

Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.

Firefly

Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?

She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.

Apologize.

Sam

You have a death wish.

Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”

He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.

If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.

March 7nth

Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.

It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.

You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.

“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”

Robin

“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.

You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.

It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.

You’re losing btw.

Sunday

Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.

You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.

He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.

When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.

[uluvjay]

Unexpected- W. Smith

Will Smith x Hughes! Sister

In which your brothers were not expecting to find a boy in your bed when they came to visit

Warnings?; cursing, anxiety, judgmental brothers, fluff, sorry for any errors!

“Dude just use your key.” Quinn grumbled to Jack as he continued to knock on your apartment door.

“I don’t want to invade her privacy.” Jack huffed.

“She came into our apartment to surprise us that one time.” Luke shrugged reminding his brother of the time they came home to find you on their couch.

“What if she’s like-i don’t know..not decent?” Jack cringed.

“Oh my god-move, I’ll just use mine.” Quinn huffed as he pushed his younger brother out of the way.

The boys had been texting you nonstop attempting to get an answer from you especially after their consistent knocking hadn’t worked and Quinn was tired of waiting.

Jack and Luke played the bruins in two days and having a short gap in his schedule Quinn decided to join his brothers on a surprise visit to their baby sister before he had to return to a hectic season.

Pushing open the sleek door of your apartment they were met with your natural vanilla scent, by the door was your messy shoe rack, umbrellas, coats, your keys on a hook, and hockey sticks-wait, why the hell would you have that many hockey sticks?

“Why does she hav-ow what the?” Luke began but was cut off as his foot came into contact with a hefty hockey bag and he went stumbling forward.

“Umm..why the hell is there usa hockey bag in her entryway?” Jack questioned, looking between his brothers with a raised eyebrow.

“The fuck are you asking us for?” Quinn spoke quietly.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because you dumbass her keys are here, which means she’s probably sleeping still.” Quinn replied.

The boys looked around your apartment a bit more, keeping quiet as they walked through the living room area and kitchen.

Jack and Quinn knew the layout well as this was their graduation gift towards you, they felt unsafe with you living on campus and despite your protests when you opened the box revealing keys, you had been living here since the fall.

“Uh guys..there’s a gold medal on her living room table.” Luke choked.

“What?” Jack asked as he rushed in from the kitchen.

Meeting his brothers in the living room his eyes met the good medal that was in fact sitting pretty in the middle of your coffee table.

“Usa bag, sticks, and a gold medal? Shes dating one of the Bc guys that just won at world juniors. She has to be.” Luke laughed looking up at his older brothers.

Jack was the first to take off down the hall and towards your cracked bedroom door, both defensemen following closely behind him.

Quietly pushing your door open they found you asleep on your back, a Boston college hockey shirt on, thank god Jack thought.

And on your chest was a head of blonde curls, one of your hands resting on the boys shoulder peacefully while one of his arms was thrown around your waist.

Retreating to your living room the three men huddled together.

“He looks familiar.” Jack spoke up.

“His name is will something, he just got drafted.” Luke confirmed remembering his face from the draft.

“It’s Will smith. He went fourth overall to the sharks.” Quinn spoke showing his brothers the boy’s Instagram page.

“What do we do now?” Luke questioned, not sure where they should go from here.

“We wait.” Jack smirked and moved to make himself comfortable on your large sectional.

-

A little over an hour later they heard soft voices coming from your room, quite good mornings and the sound of lips connecting.

“Breakfast?” They heard you question and will confirm with a soft yeah.

Making your way out of your bedroom and down the hall you felt your heart drop into your stomach and a scream escape at the sight of three large figures sat on your couch.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” You shrieked once you realized it was your brothers.

“Came to see you, why? Is there something your hiding from us?” Jack smirked as his eyes dropped from you to gold medal on your table and back to you.

You followed his eyesight and worry filled you as you remembered that your boyfriend, who was fresh out of Sweden had all of his things here, the boyfriend your brothers also have no idea about.

“Shit. J-just give me a second.” You groaned as you turned around and pushed a curious Will back into your room before shutting the door.

“Everything okay?” He questioned as the noticeable worry etched on your face.

“My brothers are here.” You spoke quietly.

“Your brothers? As in all three?” Will asked.

“Yep.” You spoke popping the ‘p’ before continuing.

“Came to surprise me, turns out they were a bit more surprised when they found all of your usa stuff.” You laughed.

“Wh-what uh, what are we going to do?” He coughed.

It’s not that Will was necessarily scared of your brothers, he’d already met your parents and talked to your dad regularly about hockey. But brothers are different, especially your brothers. You four have a bond he’s never seen before and the protectiveness they have over you is strong.

“You’re going to have to come out and meet them.” You shrugged.

“Right now?”

“No tomorrow at four. Yes right now will! They’re literally sitting in my living room waiting.” You spoke.

“Okay.” He breathed.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s do this” he nodded confidently.

“I love you and you know I wont let them kill your right?” You laughed as you took his cheeks into your hands.

“I know, I love you too.” He smiled and you placed a light kiss on his lips before turning around and leading him into your living room.

To say the sight In front of him wasn’t intimidating wouldn’t be a lie, despite being around the same height as all three men their broody stance snd interrogating stares had will feeling a bit nervous.

The three nhl stars were dressed in all black, hoodies, joggers, and beanies as they stood around the living room table looking Will up and down.

“Boys this is my boyfriend Will, Will these are my brothers, Jack, Quinn, and Lukey.” You smiled.

Despite the circumstances you were happy to have your brothers here and it felt good to be back in their presence.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Will smiled as he reached a hand out.

All three looked at his hand but Quinn was the first to move in and shake it, locking wills hand in a tight grip.

The other two followed after Quinn, their grips just as if not tighter around Wills hand. You could see the gears turning in Luke’s head and that soon questions would be flying out left and right, and before you started to answer them you needed food.

“Why don’t we talk over breakfast? There’s an amazing place down the street.” You suggested and thankfully everyone agreed to a nice meal.

-

Forty-five minutes later you were all gathered at a table at the small restaurant down the road, coffees in your brothers hands while you and Will both chose a nice glass of Oj.

“So” Quinn coughed, “how’d you two meet?”

“Izzy is dating his friend Ryan, they introduced us and we hit it off pretty well so we exchanged numbers and went on a few dates. The rest was history after that.” You smiled.

Izzy was your best friend from back home, the boys knew her so well she was practically another sister to them and she was a big contributor to your decision to come to Boston college instead of Umich.

“Hmm, where’d you take her for the first date?” Luke spoke up.

“Mini golf, got my ass kicked though. Didn’t realize someone could be so good at it.” Will laughed at the memory.

“Y/n is an amazing golfer, she does it quite a bit over the summers.” Jack nodded.

“Best in the family i’d say.” You smirked.

“Okay don’t get ahead of yourself now.” Luke scoffed.

“So you’re a sharks prospect right?” Jack asked.

“Uh yeah, they drafted me this past spring.” Will smiled.

The questions kept up until the food came, but they began to get more relaxed and generic after a while. The boys began to asked will more about school and how it was a world juniors and soon they were all sharing laughs.

“You know, that wasn’t really the way I wanted to find out my baby sister had a boyfriend but you’re a cool kid Will.” Quinn smiled.

“Thank you, she’s amazing. Out my league really.” Will blushed as you elbowed him in his side.

“That’s true, but as long as you treat her right and make her happy then we like you.” Jack spoke softly.

“But don’t think we won’t flatten your ass out on the ice if you ever hurt her.” Luke smirked.

Will nodded with a winded expression and and awkward silence crowded the table before the ringing of Quinn’s phone broke through.

“Oh, it’s mom.” He smirked right at Will and it took everything in you to hold down your laugh.

“Hey mom!” He greeted her warmly.

“Hi sweetie, just checking if you got into your sisters.” She spoke.

“Oh yeah we got in, found quite the surprise to.” Jack laughed.

“Oh really? What happened.”

Quinn turned the screen around to show your mother Will and while they were all expecting her to freak out their expressions dropped the second they heard her voice.

“Will! How are you doing honey?” She asked excitedly.

“I’m good Mrs. Hughes, how about you.” Your boyfriend smiled.

“Oh I told you to knock that Mrs. Hughes off! I’m good though honey thank you for asking.” She smiled.

“Let me find Jim really fast, he’ll want to say hi.” Your mother spoke up.

You released a giggle at the shock and confusion that was written on your brother’s faces. Their eyebrows were all pulled together as they shared a look of confusion.

“Will! How are you buddy.” Your father greeted.

“I’m good Jim, how about you?”

“I’m good son, my boys haven’t given you and my girl any trouble have they?”Your father questioned.

“No, it’s been okay.” Will laughed.

The conversation kept up for a moment but your mother ultimately decided to hang up when Jack kept whining about her not telling them you had a boyfriend.

“I can’t believe they knew!” He groaned.

“I told them first, wanted to make sure they liked him.” You shrugged.

“This is unbelievable.” He pouted and that’s how the rest of your day continued until your mom apologized and offered to bake him his favorite homemade goods the next time she visited.

-



[livwritesstuff]

i hit 100 followers while i was asleep (absolutely bananas imo but i’m so thrilled y’all are enjoying my steddie dads verse bc i’ve literally never had so much fun writing before) so here's a sneak peek of a wip featuring the Harrington fam

Eddie does not understand sports. 

He may be approaching fifty years old and way past his old ways of rejecting every notion that doesn’t perfectly align with his own interests, but even after all these years, the wires in his brain simply cannot wrap themselves around sports no matter how hard he tries.

And he does try because, naturally, he has three daughters, Moe, Robbie, and Hazel, all of whom play sports.

To be clear – his kids can do literally anything they want, bar none.

He’s still in goddamn awe with the whole arrangement that is the life he lives every day – kids and a house and a job he loves and all that with Steve Harrington of all people. There’s no way Eddie would start fucking all that up by projecting his own weird quirks onto his children. He refuses to be the kind of parent that prevents their kids from doing anything just because they don't get it. If the girls want to play sports, they’re gonna play sports. Nothing wrong with that.

Still, sports are one of those things he takes the back seat and lets Steve hold the reins for, especially now that thirteen-year-old Moe is pretty deep into the whole basketball thing. 

Steve understands the politics of the game, both on the court — like knowing which refs are gonna be biased towards which team and noting Moe’s play-time each game — and off. He schmoozes the coach, he’s friends with all the parents, all the things Moe, at thirteen, doesn’t even notice and Eddie, while aware of it, doesn’t understand. He still can barely follow the games themselves (and he goes to as many as he can, though he and Steve are outnumbered by one and with the prospect of the girls carting themselves around still a distant fantasy their schedule is insane so he can’t make them all). He does his best to follow his husband’s lead but Steve doesn’t always react to things the way Eddie thinks he will. He doesn’t bat an eye when a kid gets smacked in the face with a ball, nor at the impossibly loud thud when someone hits the deck (look — he gets the floor is hollow, but it is loud). He’s completely unbothered by the fit Moe throws every game whenever she’s inevitably benched for having an attitude with her opponents or her teammates or the coach or the ref or just about anybody who tries to get in her way.

As is what happened at Moe’s game yesterday.

Eddie hadn’t seen it — well, he’d seen it, but seeing something and understanding what he’s actually looking at are two totally different things. From what he gathers, Moe had missed an easy shot and gotten pissed off in her own little way about it, so she’d launched herself at whoever on the opposing team had gotten their hands on the ball after it ricocheted off the backboard. Unfortunately for Moe, the team they were playing had a reputation for being a little too aggressive for a middle school league, so when she’d hit the ground, she hit it hard. Moe had been pulled off the court by her coach (carded, maybe? Eddie still isn’t sure how that works in basketball) and scowled on the bench for the rest of the game.

Steve had tried to reason with her on the drive home (an interesting choice, in Eddie’s opinion).

“Darling,” he’d said, “I totally understand being upset about missing a layup, but I don’t know how to get it through your head that intentionally fouling someone isn’t the way to go about resolving that emotion. I love you and I support you, but I’m getting tired of watching you play for three minutes and then sit on the bench for the rest of the game.”

“Talk to the coach then,” Moe had grumbled.

“About what?” Steve exclaimed, “Moe — you do it on purpose!”

The conversation had ended not long later because Moe decided to give them both the silent treatment (a clear sign that she knew she was in the wrong even if she didn’t want to admit it) and Eddie thought that was the end of it (for that game, at least). Then, Moe threw them a curveball by spending most of that evening in the bathroom throwing up, at which point she admitted that her head had caught more of that fall during her basketball game than she’d originally let on.

Steve doesn’t mess around with head injuries (for obvious reasons), so the next morning he calls Moe out of school and brings her to their pediatrician to get checked out.

A couple hours after Robbie and Hazel boarded the school bus bound for their elementary school, Steve and Moe return home.

“So what's the verdict?” Ed asks as they enter the kitchen.

“She's concussed,” Steve announces.

“Like father, like daughter.”

“No sports, no bright lights, no reading, no school, no phone,” Steve says pointedly, and Moe only scowls harder. She’d been using the incident as a leveraging tactic in her crusade to get a phone. Not being able to play sports was a no-brainer; they’d all seen that one coming, so even as recently as this morning, she’d been claiming that she’ll “die of boredom without a phone,” while she recovers.

Even as recently as this morning, she’d been largely unsuccessful.

“Thirteen-year-old children do not need phones,” Steve had told her, “If someone wants to talk to you, they can call the house, and if it's urgent enough that it needs to be right now, you can get walkie talkies.”

“No one uses walkie talkies.”

“Your dad and I used walkie talkies all the time.”

“Uh, pretty sure it was just the one time, Steve,” Eddie pointed out.

“Yeah! And it worked out great!”

CONTINUE ON AO3

[angelliicc]

xo, call me

“so if its feeling right

why should we say goodbye?”

masterlist

a/n hi guysss!! im back bc i finished my exams this week. im deadass tired and trying to not fall asleep. anyways enjoy

warnings not proofread, mentions of ex bf

| the final bell rang in bio, making your way to math class. you usually stayed on the 3rd floor, waiting for all the chaos on the staircases to die down. you wore a black sweatshirt, jeans, along with your black converse. you hair was half-up half-down with a red bow. as you were walking to math, your ex found you in the hallway. he had always been very clingy, never understanding.

“hey there pretty girl.” he said to you as he followed you down to the first floor. you got icked out immediately.

“leave me alone please.” you told him, attempting to walk faster.

“not when you look this beautiful.” he said, as he grabbed your arm to make you stay close to him.

“dont touch me!” you said in a stern tone, immediately making sure he released your arm. thankfully by your surprise, a girl was watching the whole time.

she had auburn hair that was up half-up half-down and went above her shoulders, green eyes, and freckles. she wore a hoodie with green parachute pants.

the way she saw the situation, she was immediately worried, so she decided to step in.

“the fuck you think you’re doing?” she said to the guy.

“talking to the prettiest girl i know.” he replied, looking straight into your eyes.

she wrapped her arm around your neck and shoulder. “a girl thats taken.”

you looked at her, “wait wh-?”

she gave you a look, basically telling you to shut up in a nice way. then it clicked.

“what your mouth next time you’re around her, or ill kick your ass. got it?” she repeated defensively.

the guy wasn’t scared, but annoyed. he left in defeat, a scoff leaving his mouth as he rolled his eyes.

“hope you didn’t mind. i didn’t like the way he talked to you. im ellie.” ellie said.

“no, thank you. i really appreciate it.” you told her.

on the outside, you looked fine. but on the inside, you we’re freaking out. not because of fear, but because of how brave she was. she did that, for you. for your safety. you blushed at the thought of her defending you again.

“how do you know him? seems like a bitch.” she asked, as you both walked down in the hallway.

“ex-boyfriend, sadly.” you replied. “but once again, i really thank you for helping me out there. do you mind if i get your number?” you didn’t think twice as the words left your lips.

“oh no, not at all.” she said as she handed you her phone to put your number in. “thanks”

“see you again sometime?” you asked nervously.

“yeah, see ya.”

your brain was still trying to comprehend and process what the fuck just happened, as everything happened so fast.

a few hours later the school day ended. you decided to text ellie.

r: “hii”

e: “heyy, how ru?”

r: “im good wbu?”

e: “tired”

r: “same.”

e: “dyk if you have any classes with me?”

r: “no not really, whats your schedule?”

ellie then sent a photo of each block that she had, 1-7.

r: “we have math and history together”

e: “i can finally have someone to talk to, lol”

r: “sameee”

e: “hey about earlier, sorry if i pushed a boundary i didn’t know about. i just didn’t like the way he talked to you, it just made my blood boil. if you don’t wanna talk to me anymore, i completely understand. i wont take it personal.”

r: “nonono, i really liked it that you stuck up for me. no ones ever done that for me before. and i do want to keep talking to you. you seem like a really cool person.”

e: “thank you, thats one of the best compliments ive received.”

r: “im gonna head to bed, but ill see you tomorrow! good night”

e: “night 💫”

as you put your phone away, it was hard to fall asleep. all you did was think about her. she was on your mind for that entire night. because what you both had, felt right.

weeks went by, and you guys became an incredible duo. you both were always together. you knew what made each other smile, happy, laugh, cry, become sad, and so much more.

finally, it was hoco week. you already knew what to wear, since the theme was ocean. as you got to school, ellie asked you the question that every student asked their peers. “are you going to homecoming?”

“yeah, i really wanna go. i already have my outfit. i dont have a date, but its fine.” you told her.

the bell rang, signaling for students to get to their first class. “ive got dance, ill see you later tho.” you told her

“peace, i got bio-med.” she replied.

block 1 officially ended, giving students a 15 minute passing period. you sat outside, waiting for ellie. “wheres this girl?” you thought. suddenly, a crowd began to form. you turned around and saw ellie standing infront of you, with a poster and flowers. everyone had their phones out, recording your answer and reaction.

your face lit up in shock, with you hands covering your face. will you be my supermodel for the weekend @ hoco? the poster said. “she remembered my fav artist, sza. and my fav flowers.” you thought. “yes!!” you said as you ran up to hug her.

“im not done.” she told you in your ears as you gave her a hug. “will you be my girlfriend?”

this moment couldn’t be real. it was all a dream. you were on cloud 9. you wanted someone to pinch you. “of course i will.” you replied as you gave her a kiss on her lips.

i’ve been everywhere, seen everyone

but what we got feels right.

[jadewolf22]

Hola! First of all, just want to say that your Lady Jane fic was AMAZING!!! You captured her perfectly and your writing is just *CHEF'S KISS*

Second of all, I have a fic request for you if you're up to it. Larissa and reader are having a date night at a local bar when Larissa's ex walks in and she starts acting weird. The three get into an altercation (reader has no clye the guy is Larissa's ex) and when Reader and Riss get home they get into a argument bc Larissa wont tell reader what the altercation was about. Eventually, Riss caves in and reader goes full protective girlfriend mode (I'll let you decide exactly how)

Can't wait to see what you do with this promt!!😁😚

Her Guard Dog

Larissa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, fighting (verbal&physical), mentions of abusive ex’s, descriptions of abuse, death threats, threats of bodily harm, slapping & choking (in a non-sexual way), talk of going to jail, ect…

Summary: What started out as a simple date night quickly goes south when Larissa runs into an ex who isn’t fond of seeing her with someone else.

A/n: Hola, anon! Thank you for the request, it’s right up my alley of writing. And thank you for the creative liberty with deciding how reader was going to be the protective girlfriend, I had way too much fun with it. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,461

The bar was warm and crowded when you and Larissa had arrived and the atmosphere hadn’t changed since. Not that either of you would have noticed, you were both too engrossed in each other to be paying any mind to what was happening around you. Even after a year of dating, the two of you still looked at each other like it was a love-at-first-sight situation even though you’d met through work. With Larissa being the principal of Nevermore and you being on the school board your schedules had overlapped quite a bit and you two had hit it off pretty quickly. Since then, these little dates had become a weekly occurrence, a chance to abandon work and bask in each other's company over a drink at a local bar your friend owned. The two of you were laughing over a childhood story you’d told when Larissa glanced towards the door, her smile falling and her laugh dying in her throat as she caught sight of a man standing in the doorway. 

“Everything alright?” you asked, following her gaze, but the man had moved on so you didn’t see him.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, I’m fine.” Larissa said dismissively, turning back to you, “Just tired, I suppose. Can we go home?”

“Yeah, sure.” you agreed, watching her closely, fully aware that she was lying to you, “Why don’t you go out to the car and I’ll pay the bill then meet you out there?”

“Don’t take too long.”

You watched Larissa walk out the door before turning to try and grab your friend's attention so you could pay the bill, missing the man from before following Larissa outside. Your friend had just handed you your check when your phone pinged, the check temporarily forgotten when you saw the text from Larissa:

Riss: S.O.S

“Hey, Isabelle,” you called to your friend, ice flooding your veins, “Can you put this on my tab and I’ll pay you tomorrow? I’ve gotta go, right now.”

“Yeah, no problem.” your friend nodded as you gathered up your phone and purse.

“Thanks, Isa!!” you shouted rushing out of the bar towards your car. 

Rushing to your car, fear flooded you at the sight of Larissa arguing with the man from before. You didn’t recognise him but there was time to worry about who he was later, anger quickly replacing your fear as you watched the man grab Riss by her arm, seeming to try and drag her away.

“Hey!” you cried as you approached, pushing the man away and getting between the two, “Get out of here! Riss, get in the car.”

The man simply chuckled, brushing off his suit and slicking back his hair with a sneer. “Listen to your guard dog, Rissy.” he taunted.

“Get the hell out of here!” you growled, turning your head towards Larissa as you whispered, “Please, get in the car.” 

Larissa nodded, quickly climbing into your car as you turned back to the man, suddenly overcome with the urge to slap that stupid sneer off his face. He eyed you up and down, studying you closely as if sizing you up as a threat. 

“I’m only gonna say it one more time,” you warned, reaching into the pocket of your jeans for your switchblade, “Get. The hell. Out of here.”

The man chuckled and shrugged, calling, “See ya around, Larissa!” before heading off down the street. 

You sighed, making sure the man was well out of sight before you climbed in the car. You sat there a moment, rubbing your hand over your face and nipping at your fingers as you tried to calm down, anger and disgust still ebbing away at you.

“Y/n…”

“We can talk about this when we get home,” you growled despite your best attempts to keep your voice gentle, starting up the car and driving off without another word. 

The drive back to Nevermore was uncomfortably silent as you tried to process what the hell had just happened. You didn’t know who that man was but, clearly, he knew Larissa, and that scared you. You had the feeling he wasn’t going to leave her alone anytime soon but how could you prevent that when you didn’t even know who the little fucker was? And you knew getting Riss to tell you anything was going to be like pulling teeth. 

When the two of you returned to Nevermore you headed straight up to Larissa’s private quarters, the door barely closing before you started asking questions.

“Okay Larissa, what the hell was that about?!” you asked, fighting to keep your voice calm and already losing. The sight of him putting his hands on her had already made you near-murderous, “Who was that?!”

“I—No one… It’s nothing—” Larissa stuttered quietly, looking down at the floor as she paced and wrung her hands together nervously.

“Larissa, don’t lie to me. That was not nothing. Who. Was. He?” 

“N-no one—”

“Goddamnit, Larissa! Don’t try and pull that bullshit on me!” you shouted, slamming your hand against the wall and immediately regretting it when Larissa flinched. She clung to herself, toying with the collar of her dress as she fought to breathe, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Riss, I’m so sorry.” you whispered gently, slowly coming forward so you wouldn’t startle her, resting your hands on her arms and looking up into her eyes, “I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have yelled. I want to help you, but I can’t do that when you shut me out…”

“I d-don’t want you to g-get in-involved…” she whimpered, her body shaking as tears began to slide down her cheeks.

Guiding her to sit on the foot of the bed, you hugged Larissa close, rubbing her back and speaking to her softly, “I’m gonna get involved, Riss, whether you want me to or not. My job is to protect you, and I can’t do that if I don’t know who’s hurting you… Please, tell me who that was.”

“J-James…” Larissa sodded, clinging to you tightly.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, the name setting of several alarms in your head. “James? As in, James Hacker? As in, your abusive fiance? That James?”

Riss nodded frantically, choking out, “H-he’s been f-following me… I-I didn’y say anything because I-I didn’t know wh-what to do… I was s-so scared…”

“Shh. Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” you consoled, continuing to rub her back, “The only thing you need to do right now is take a shower and get ready for bed. I’m gonna run out, but I’ll be back in an hour.” 

“Wh-where are you going?” Larissa asked as you stood up and threw on your jacket, trading your heeled boots for a pair of tennis shoes. 

“I’m gonna go have a talk with James.” 

“No!” Larissa cried, grabbing your wrist tightly, “Y-you can’t!! He’ll hurt you!”

“Larissa. It’s okay.” you assured, gently prying her hands off of your wrist, “I can take care of myself. I’m just gonna go over and have a little chat with him. I’ll be back soon.”

“Please, don’t.” she begged, clearly terrified.

“Larissa…” a part of you wanted to cave in and stay with her, to make sure no one else could hurt her. But another, much stronger part of you wanted to ensure that James never came near Riss again, and you wanted to get it over with while your anger was still fresh, “I need to make sure that James stays away from you. I’m not gonna wait if there’s a chance he might actually hurt you. I don’t wanna think about what he might’ve done to you if I hadn’t come outside when I did… I promise I’ll be safe.” 

“...Okay…” Larissa whispered, letting go of you, “Just… don’t be gone long.”

“Like I said,” you kissed her cheek, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I won’t be gone more than an hour.”

Larissa nodded, watching you go sadly. You patted your blade as you climbed back into your car, driving off practically on autopilot as your mind reeled with thoughts of how you were going to get James to leave Riss alone. She’d told you about him pretty early into your relationship but had only recently told you just how awful and vile he truly was. He’d beaten her constantly for anything from making a suggestion after he’d been clear on plans to simply feeling like it, he would drug her drinks and then have his way with her for hours, made her cut off all contact with her friends and family, even went so far as trying to get her to resign at Nevermore and become a housewife. That was when Larissa had finally called things off. She’d packed her bags and left while he was at work, cutting off all contact with him and never looking back. You were proud of Riss for being able to remove herself from him, but you would never be able to let go of the pure hatred you held towards James. He had scarred Larissa, possibly for life, and now, almost two years later, you were finally getting the chance to pay him back.

Having started stalking James after Larissa had initially told you about him, you knew exactly where he lived, finding yourself pulling into his driveway twenty minutes later. The house was secluded and you knew he lived alone so, the only witnesses you would have to worry about was a potential one-night-stand. Climbing the steps onto the porch you banged your fist harshly against the door, possibly hard enough to leave bruises in the morning—though, you were almost certain those wouldn’t be the only ones on yours hands you’d have by the end of the night.

After a minute or so, James finally came to the door, leaning up against the frame in nothing but a half-unbuttoned dress shirt and his boxers, sneering down at you like prey caught in a monster’s paws.

“I can’t believe this,” he chuckled, running and hand through his greasy hair, “She actually sent her guard dog on me.”

“I am not her guard dog.” you growled. Sure, you might have been half a foot shorter than him, but you could be far more intimidating then he would ever be. “But I am here to make sure you leave Larissa alone.”

“What are you gonna do, little dog?” James taunted, smirking when the muscles in your face twitched angrily at the name, “I’m sure you’re all bark, not bite.”

“For your sake, let’s hope you don’t have to find out.” you threatened, “Let me make this clear, the next time I find out you’re following her I’ll gouge out your eyes. You ever try to touch her again, and I will bury you. Nevermore has plenty of acres of land… they’ll never find your body.”

“You’re actually willing to go to prison for that bitch… She’s not worth it—”

Your body reacted of its own accord, his head reeling back as you struck him across the face.

“Do not underestimate the things I would do for her,” you growled, ignoring the way your palm stung from the slap, “Prison is a small price to pay to make sure you never lay hands on her again.”

“But, if you’re in prison, who’s going to stop someone else from putting their hands on her?” he taunted, massaging his cheek, “Bitches like Larissa are so easy to get.”

You slapped him again, grabbing his throat and pushing him up against the door, your voice murderous as you hissed through gritted teeth, “Call her that. One. More Time. And I will make sure you never speak again… You are going to leave Larissa alone. Am I clear?!” James nodded, eyes going wide as his face slowly started turning purple, “I swear to you, if I ever see you anywhere near her again it will be the last time you’re ever seen… Do we have a deal?”

He nodded again slowly and you released your grip on his neck, back up a few steps before giving him a honeyed smile and saying, “Good. Have a good rest of your night, Mr. Hacker.”

With one last warning glance his way, you turned on your heel and walked back to your car, a sense of ease over taking you despite the possible repercussions you could face if James decided to call the police. A large part of you doubted he would, for fear of his own life, and that alone made you smile a little. You were proud of yourself for restraining the urge to kill him on sight, knowing that Larissa would appreciate it, despite how much she hated him. 

Returning to Larissa’s apartment, you were a little unhappy to find her still awake, hoping to be able to bandage your hands and get a few hours of rest before she started asking questions. Nevertheless, you offered her a small smile as you shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, changing in the bathroom and wrapping your hands before joining her in bed.

“We don’t have to worry about James anymore.” you assured as Riss tucked herself against you.

“What did you do?” she asked, looking up at you with worried eyes, “Is he still—?”

“Yes, he’s still alive.” you promised, “But, let’s just say… I made it clear that he won;t be for much longer if he doesn’t leave you alone…”

“Y/n! If he reports this, you could go to prison!” Riss gasped, her hands tightening their grip on your shirt.

“He won’t.” you were probably being a little overconfident, but that was what was best for Larissa at the moment, “James is smart. He knows what’s good for him.”

“What exactly did you do?”

“Just roughed him up a bit and told him to stay away or they’d never find his body.” you answered honestly, becoming a little worried when Riss went silent. 

“I… thank you.” she finally whispered, burying her face in your chest. You could feel tears beginning to wet your shirt, wrapping your arms around her like a protective cage, “As much as I hate how you went about it, thank you…”

“You’re welcome, Riss.” you kissed her head, shutting off the lights with a flick of your wrists, “As long as I’m here, no one will ever hurt you. Okay?”

Larissa nodded, sighing softly as exhaustion took hold of her and she fell asleep in your arms.

[cabotwife]

Look After You

Olivia Benson x gn!teen!reader warnings:mentions of sh and depression,ooc Olivia(?) word count:1031 a/n:writing this was harder than i thought itd be. i, personally, have never been in a situation like this so i apologize if it is unrealistic. a/n2:no matter what it feels like, you are not alone. somebody will always care for you, you mean something. harming yourself is never the answer even if it feels like the only way to cope at the time. i am here if you truly believe that nobody cares, bc i care and my dms r open. prompt:request from anon: Hiiii I was wondering if u could do Olivia benson x teen reader where reader is struggling w sh and Olivia comforts her (if your not comfortable w it I understand)

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Olivia's sigh is barely noticeable, an involuntary exhale that speaks louder than any voice could. Each step is deliberate, weighed down by the burden of her case. Her key slides into the lock with a quiet click, the door opening with a soft creak.

The apartment, usually a haven of solace, feels heavy with a palpable weight. As she steps inside, the door closes softly behind her, shutting out the noise from the busy street outside. The air is still, the only sound the soft whir of the fridge in the kitchen.

Olivia's gaze flickered to the digital clock on the microwave, the neon-green digits burning the time into her sleep-deprived eyes: 1:32 AM. It was late, far later than her usual schedule.

The brunette sets the case file down gently on the cool expanse of the kitchen bar. The manila folder seems to hold the weight of her day, the pages inside bearing the heavy truths and injustices that had filled the hours since dawn. Olivia leaves the case file on the bar, the weight of its contents momentarily left behind. She quietly moves down the hallway, the soft creak of the floorboards a silent promise to let her kids rest undisturbed.

First, she checks on her young son, peeking into the room to find him soundly asleep, the soft glow of a night light illuminating the room. Satisfied, she moves to your room, opening the door carefully to ensure they're also asleep.

The oak door creeks open and Olivia’s light smile falls from her lips as she stands in the doorway, taking in the scene before her. You're sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. She steps into the room, her footsteps soft and gentle as she moves toward you.

"Hey.. what's wrong?" she asks, her voice a tender whisper as she crouches down next to you.

You shake your head slightly, unable to form words through the tears. Olivia's heart tightens, her expression a mix of concern and understanding.

"Take your time, baby," she says gently, her voice soothing. "I'm here when you're ready to talk."

She settles down next to you on the floor, her presence like a warm reassurance in the shadows. She waits patiently, giving you the space you need to collect yourself.

"But.." you protest, your voice breaking with the force of your emotions, "I just feel like no one understands what I'm going through. I'm just... I'm just so tired.”

Olivia's heart aches at the pain in your voice. "I know it's hard," she murmurs, "believe me, I know. But I'm here. And we'll figure it out together."

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting to your tear-stained face. "Can I give you a hug?" she asks tentatively, her arms open in invitation.

You nod wordlessly, the tears still streaming down your cheeks. Olivia gathers you into her arms, pulling you close against her. The warmth of her embrace wraps around you like a comforting blanket, her steady presence a lifeline in the storm of your emotions.

"Shh," she whispers, her voice a comforting murmur. "It's okay. Let it out. I've got you."

Your tears dampen her shirt as you bury your face against her, the sobs racking your body as you finally let all the pent-up emotions loose. She holds you tighter, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. Olivia's heart clenches in her chest as her eyes dart down to your arms, the faint scars standing out against your skin in the dim light. The realization hits her like a punch to the gut, her fingers tensing on your shoulders.

"Sweetheart...?" she asks, her voice a strained whisper. "What's this?"

You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. You'd been so careful to keep the secret hidden, and yet here it was, exposed under the sharp scrutiny of your mother's gaze.

"I...it's nothing," you whisper, the lie falling flat even to your own ears.

"It's not nothing?" Olivia asks firmly, her eyes not leaving your arms. Her fingers gently trace the lines of scars, the worry etched across her face mirroring the turmoil inside your chest. "Did you do this to yourself?"

You can feel the weight of her question, the silent accusation hanging heavy in the air. You'd hoped this conversation would never happen, that your secret would remain yours to carry. But now it was out in the open, laid bare for your mother to see.

You nod silently, your eyes averted, your voice trapped in your throat.

Olivia's breath hitches in her chest, her throat tightening at your confirmation. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. She'd suspected, of course, but the confirmation was like a dagger to her heart.

"Oh, sweetheart," she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "Why? Why would you do this to yourself?" She cups your face gently, making you meet her gaze, the pain and worry in her eyes a stark contrast to the facade you'd been trying to maintain.

You can't find the words to answer, the tears that had slowed starting afresh. There were so many reasons, so many thoughts and feelings that had pushed you to the edge time and time again. But how do you explain that to someone who couldn't possibly understand the storm inside your mind?

Olivia sees the turmoil in your eyes, the silent struggle to find the words. She pulls you back into her arms, cradling you against her chest as another wave of tears breaks against her.

"We need to talk about this," she says softly, her voice a comforting murmur as she runs her fingers through your hair. "But not tonight. Tonight, just let me hold you."

You cling to her, your hands gripping the fabric of her shirt as if it was a lifeline. The exhaustion and the weight of your anguish suddenly feel too much, and you let the tears fall freely.

Being held in her arms like this, safe and warm, you can almost forget the world that had driven you to this point.

For now, this was enough.

[oneforthemunny]

okay SO. i know i don't even go here, i'm a janitor!eddie girlie BUT i feel very strongly about hockey!eddie because he's insane but also so dumb and i love dumbasses. anyways. i was reading what you said about him being grossed out by his teammates when they cheat and i had this idea so i wanna share it with you

imagine, if you will, that reader becomes really good friends with another hockey wife. young couple, maybe they recently had a baby and reader is obsessed, eddie is obsessed because omg my girl with a baby why is this awakening something in me, it's all very cute. double dates type of shit, maybe this is the first time reader has felt included in the wives and girlfriends club! and then eddie's teammate cheats on his wife and reader finds out. she's DEVASTATED because that's her friend!!!! that's her adopted nephew/niece!!! why would that asshole do that??? so ofc she goes and tells eddie and eddie is LIVID. next day at the locker room eddie breaks his nose or something lmao

god this is so sick and so good because i feel it. like i can see it so vividly.

she finally gets into the group, feels apart of it, and is enjoying herself. plus, she's with this other wife, who seemingly has made it work ya know? husband still plays and she's with him, but also has a balance to her life and schedule, and a baby??? it's like everything reader has wanted, and she's seeing someone have it, and it gives her hope. like all these fears, they're silly bc this can work!

eddie's close with the teammate, but not the most close, bc they're on opposite sides (defense and offense) so they don't really practice and play as much. but still, he likes him, thinks he's a cool guy.

they all get super close, especially during off season, and hang out all the time. guys got a wife, a career, a baby? he's older, been traded before and kinda takes eddie under his wing. truly, they're very very fast friends.

then they go out one night. maybe they had a press thing to do, or a team meeting, decide to go for a beer after it.

eddie's thinking nothing of it, they're sitting at some bar or club or whatever, and next thing he knows, there's two girls?? the guy had called them?? he kisses the one girl in greeting and eddie is immediately sick to his stomach. floored, shocked, disgusted, hurt- all of the above.

he leaves, right there. no warning, nothing, just leaves. is visibly shaken when he tells you later, rambling, eyes wide, just perplexed.

i feel like he wouldn't jump right into beating him. you both talk and are like "no way, there's no way, right?" maybe they're in an open relationship? maybe they swing? maybe they're freaky like that?

so eddie tries to talk to him the next day about it. "i know you'd never do that, man. i'm sorry. i just, i kinda freaked."

but his teammate doesn't reassure him. doesn't tell him that his wife knows. he kinda gets quiet. "i mean, no, she doesn't know, but she really doesn't need to. now does she?" he kinda shrugs. "i mean, we just had a baby, and ya know, she's so tired all the time. it'd be shitty of me to ask her."

eddie is, once again, sick. jaw dropped, he can't even speak, he's so fucking sick. "plus the road gets lonely. you know what i mean." the teammate continues. "look, i love my wife. i don't think there's anything wrong with getting a little something every now and then. it's purely physical. i wear a rubber, get what i need, and come home and keep them happy. i mean, what's the point of causing issues in my own marriage, when i could do this? take care of it."

"you don't think fucking around on your wife is causing issues in your own marriage?" eddie sneers.

"no." he scoffs. "not unless she finds out. what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?" he shakes his head, shrugs it off nonchalantly. "look, kid, i get it. you're in love right now with your girl. it's all about her and nothings better, and that's great. for now. then you'll want a little more, and, hey, there's nothing wrong with that. it's biologically encoded in our dna as mammals to need more than one mate. monogamy, it's barbaric. and you'll understand. one day... you know, shit won't look the same, feel the same, and you'll-"

that's when eddie breaks his teeth. knocks him clear out, his coaches and team mates running to break it up, confused why there's a fight on the sidelines? no regrets from eddie. he got fined, had to run suicides until he threw up, but it was worth it. knocking that piece of shit out, totally worth it.

[creaturecomfxrts]

Dipper and Mabel pines headcanons?

FINALLY getting around to answering these! since im better at them, heres some college age headcanons that apply just as much to how i view them in the show!

DIPPER PINES

transmasc. duh. of course

parents are INCREDIBLY supportive, super understanding. hes on hormone blockers in the show and starts HRT as soon as hes able, getting top surgery and bottom surgery in his early 20s

bisexual! ran into a guy junior year of highschool and went oh GOD. this is wendy 2.0 im going to die

NERD.

LOVES board games. so much. not just dungeons and dragons and monopoly im talkin everdell, wingspan, cascadia, catan. he loves a good think. he also loves dragging everyone else into playing them with him. he always wins. almost always, anyway

absolutely adores college and everything about it hes a little freak. totally ends up being the president of a few clubs, co creating some, etc. made an occult club AND a hiking club at his college

loves doodling, loves horror. his teachers? not so much. they try not to look at the weird ass creatures he draws on the margins of his very well written homework.

probably goes into something smart. like biochem. or um. stem. im (author) is a liberal arts major all i do is write gay fanfiction.

PSYCHOTIC ASS DORM ROOM. he barely decorated it like a classic college male but has a conspiracy board and thats it. which is full of strange shit hes seen outside of gravity falls. to be fair its very well documented and somewhat neat, just…. strange decor. he lives in a single (introvert)

COVERED in tattoos, but always abides by the suit rule (all tattoos need to be able to be covered by a suit to be professional. he knows this bc hes a neerrrrddd). he has really sick sleeves of runes and other occult like things hes found interesting. he has cipher related tattoos as well and also even got ford to design a few.

he has PROMINENT eye bags. he will never fix his sleep schedule

ended up working as a summer camp counselor for a while right outside if gravity falls! the kids loved him but he couldnt stand the heat and bugs all the time so he only did it for a summer or two

even after turning 21 he doesnt actually drink that much, hes a craft beer enjoyer and likes to make it himelf (Much later in life)

ALWAYS stays in touch with mabel. if anything happens in either of their lives you better BELIEVE theyre already on the phone with eachother

medical marijuana card holder

smokes to help eith his anxiety. it works WONDERS

coffee drinker but actually Does put cream and sugar is coffee. sometimes. other times hes too tired and just thugs it out

MABEL PINES

THE number one it girl ever

NUMBER ONE TRANS ALLY EVERRRRRR she loves her brother so much

pansexual!! she loves cool people, thats her motto

went to a fashion design school, is loving it despite drowning in work

began dying her hair in cool ways through highschool, now she always has some of her natural color present but goes a little crazy on the highlights

found out about huge dangley joke earrings. went absolutely crazy. has an entire space on her desk dedicated to her many many earrings. she has babies, knives, bags of doritos, aliens, glow in the dark ones, anything you could imagine.

fantastic at fashion design. stuggled a lot with the fancier stuff but her teachers were floored when they let her go wild on casual comfy wear. she excells in combining fashion and comfort in really exciting and colorful ways.

a party girl through and through, loves clubs, raves, concerts, anything!

video game lover as well, cracked at pvp games.

still boy crazy, just less so (has had like. 10 college boyfriends)

literally the sweetest friend ever. she loves hosting movie nights and tea parties (bc who wouldnt. theyre awesome)

tea drinker, loves floral teas with honey

HATES. black coffee. a starbucks frap girlie 4ever

has been scouted for modeing multiple times and only accepted when it was a commercial with puppies

love love loves making friendshio bracelets. knows all the patterns, all of her friends have a hefty amount of a bunch of different ones because she just keeps making them

anywwy, here you go! i love these two so much, i hope ive done them justice!

[pichiru]

The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 8

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 3,861

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: I'm soooooo sorry this chapter is so far apart from my other ones as far as release goes. I was battling w myself a lot about how I wanted to proceed with certain parts of the story. And a lot of sitting and thinking. A lot.

I'm also looking for beta readers if anyone is interested! U must be up to speed with the tv show's lore and u must be 18+ years old bc there's adult content in this story. Pls comment if this is something ur interested in and we can talk details :3 <3

Enjoy!!

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The following morning, Solana's phone was ringing relentlessly. The sound quickly became grating on the ears which caused her to wake up and roll away from Stan to look at it.

Of course. It was Chip. She rolled her eyes and answered the phone.

"What do you want, Chip?" She asked in a groggy voice while rubbing her face.

"I seem to remember politely asking you to come in early this morning," he said, his creepy smile evident in his voice. Solana snuggled down into the bed and closed her eyes in response to that.

"I was out late last night. I came home and went right to sleep," she lied smoothly. "Not that it's any of your business."

"It is when my manager doesn't show up like I ask her to," he replied simply.

"Well the manager isn't even on the schedule for today. The owner would know that if he actually looked at the schedule he makes," Solana said, attitude clear in her voice.

"You're such a little firecracker. I love that about you. See you in a hour?" He asked dismissively.

"No, I'm not coming in. I'm tired," Solana said firmly.

"Solana, you and I both know that you gave that old guy's kids a pretty big discount on stuff. I could have you apprehended by the authorities for theft. You know very well that I could."

Solana opened her eyes and looked around at the stuff in the room around her without moving. "It's literally 7 in the morning. Can I come in at noon?" she bargained quietly.

"10," he replied simply.

"10:30."

"Fine," Chip sighed heavily. "10:30 and not a second later."

"Whatever." Solana hung up the phone and put it back down on the side table where it was before. She turned onto her side away from Stan and snuggled back down into the bed, ready to go back to sleep for the time being. She suddenly felt an arm finding its way to wrap around her waist to gingerly pull her backwards towards the middle of the bed.

Stan nuzzled his face into the nape of Solana's neck and slowly inhaled her scent. She still smelled nice even the next morning.

"G'mornin," he grumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Not yet," Solana snickered, trying to get comfortable again. She turned back to look at him. There was an eerie air of silence before she let out a scream and rolled away from Stan until she fell off of the bed, tangled in the sheet.

"Whuzzat?!" Stan blurted, now fully awake from her screaming in his face. "Are ya okay, toots?" he asked, getting closer to the edge of the bed to check on her. He reached out his hand to help her but he stopped when he noticed something. His hands. They were...smooth. No wrinkles.

He twisted his hands every which way he could to get a better look. His gaze fell onto Solana who was looking up at him with wide eyes. Her expression was almost unreadable. It was a wild mixture of shock, intrigue, and confusion.

"What? Is there somethin on my face?" Stan asked, touching his face all over until he got to his hair. He stopped. His hair was thicker and...and longer?

“Stanley?!” Ford called out from outside of the room. He came busted into the room and looked between the two of them. His dread set in when he saw his brother.

Solana quickly covered herself up in a presentable way in the sheet she was tangled up in. She stared at Ford then at Stan back and forth a few times before she let out a small squeak.

“Y-You guys weren’t kidding about you having a twin,” Solana managed to say to break the silence in the room.

Ford blushed when he realized she was practically naked. “I have so many things to say and ask,” he said, running a hand through his hair, averting his eyes from Solana to respect her privacy.

“I’ll start. Sixer, what the HELL is going ON?” Stan asked as he moved to get out of the bed. Thank god he still had his boxers on at least. Ford was thankful for that. He immediately went to the first reflective surface he could find and looked in it.

His eyes widened in complete disbelief at the familiar face he once knew. He looked down at his hands again then closer at his facial features. “H…How…? What…?” He stammered.

Ford gulped quietly once the reality of the situation set in.

“Stanley, were you rummaging through my fridge AGAIN? I’ve told you repeatedly not to do that,” Ford said sternly.

Stan thought about it long and hard. Did he really go through the fridge? He did.

“All I had was the stupid water ya had in your fridge after you made me run fifty leven miles on the fuckin treadmill!”

Ford’s expression shifted from shock to pure dread. He was silent for a moment before he blurted, “THAT WASN’T WATER, STANLEY!”

“Then WHYYYY for the love of GOD did it look like water?!” Stan shouted back.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about! Stay out of my fridge!”

Stan laughed in complete astonishment. “Are ya kiddin me?? I think this is exactly the thing I need to worry about right now. What the HELL did I drink??” He asked, walking up to Ford, angry now.

Ford sighed heavily and caved. “It’s a concoction I was working on to take the human body back to whenever it peaked physically health wise.”

Stan stood there, quiet. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “I peaked in my 30s?” He said, impressed at that while rubbing his chin.

“Apparently,” Ford replied, rolling his eyes.

“Why…Why are ya makin somethin like this?” Stan asked after a few moments of thinking.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ford replied curtly. “Good morning, by the way,” he said, looking to Solana. “It’s not usually that craz-“

“Don’t lie to her like that,” Stan laughed, gently shoving Ford.

Solana got up, keeping the sheet tightly wrapped around her body. “Oh! I see. Uhm…it’s nice to meet you?” She replied awkwardly. “Sorry I didn’t meet you in…better circumstances.”

“It’s alright. I’m Stanford,” he said simply.

“Nice t—“ She stopped when she remembered she’d already said that and shook her head a little to reset. “I'm Solana.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Ford said with a nod. He stood there for a moment before turning back to Stan. “I’ll figure out how to get this reversed in no time.”

“What? No. I think I’m likin this,” Stan said quickly, adjusting his hair in the reflective surface he was in before. “I’m a hunk again. Look! No gut!” He laughed happily, patting his stomach.

Solana frowned slightly. “I think you were a hunk before too,” she added in a quiet voice.

Stan stopped to look at Solana and made an expression that couldn’t really be read. “Thanks,” he said, his voice full of gratitude.

“Yeah!” She responded with a smile.

"Do ya think this is gonna wear off any time soon?" Stan asked his brother.

"I should hope not. I made it to be permanent," Ford admitted.

Stan's eyes widened to the size of moons. "Y'mean...I...I just have to relive the last 30 years of my life?"

Ford winced gently as he adjusted his clothes a little. "It's possible. Very possible."

Stan's entire face lit up excitedly. "I get to...I get to live my life again as me? Instead of tryin to be you?"

His brother cleared his throat a little and nodded. "Yes, I suppose that's what it means."

Stan grinned from ear to ear before hugging Ford and kissing his cheek. "Ford, ya beautiful son of a bitch!" He exclaimed happily, borderline crying.

Solana stood there, unsure of what to do or say in this situation. She was definitely happy for Stan but she was unsure about what this meant for them going forward. Maybe he'd go off and find someone else to date around with. He was old. Maybe he felt like she was the only option he had at that age. This was super uncharted territory for her. It was for all of them. She wasn't even sure how this...potion?...worked and she was too scared to ask, frankly.

"Ya wanna go out for breakfast, toots?" Stan asked Solana, walking over to her. "I feel like a million bucks! I feel like I could do 1,000 jumpin jacks or pushups."

She blinked, bringing herself back to the present moment with Stan. "Breakfast? Are you sure it's okay for you to...like...go out like this? Doesn't everyone here know you as an older guy?"

"Look, if they can not question Sixer comin back after 30 years with no explanation and the world almost ending, then they can handle this too. Don't worry."

"30 years? The world ending???" Solana asked incredulously. She was so flabbergasted that he said all of that so simply as if it was something so easily digestible.

"I forgot I actually haven't known ya that long. I can explain if ya agree to go to breakfast with me? Since we didn't get to have dinner last night like we planned," Stan chuckled, rubbing his neck nervously.

Solana was staring at Stan's features. Despite how young he was now, it was still him. Wholeheartedly. She smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah. I'll go to breakfast with you. Just...lemme take a shower first?" she chuckled gently. "Desperately need one."

"Oh, yeah yeah. Feel free. Ya know where the bathroom is. Have at it," Stan offered, motioning gently with both hands for her to go.

"Thanks, handsome," Solana said as she stretched up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek. Somehow he was even taller at this age. She smiled at him then left the room to go into the bathroom.

Almost as if on cue, her phone started ringing again. Stan's curiosity got the better of him and he peeked over to see who it was. It said, 'Big Will 💓' again.

"Who the hell is this Will person??" Stan said quietly.

"Is it another guy?" Ford asked, moving closer to his brother's side to see what her phone said.

"Dunno. Hope not. Really hopin not," Stan replied honestly.

"Maybe it's just a friend or something?" Ford suggested.

"Do friends really call and text this often?" Stan asked, scratching his head.

"Well, yes. If you have them."

"Fuck off."

Ford snickered. "Sorry. I couldn't resist. It was such an easy target," he laughed while being punched in the arm by Stan.

Stan watched the phone ring until it was done then looked at Ford. "I'm kinda nervous about it bein another guy. I know I have no right. Us not actually datin and all but still."

"Ask her about it," Ford tried.

"Ford, for god's sake. We've only been on one date. I can't just question a gal like that about what goes on with her phone."

"Why not?"

"Jesus, Ford. Ya really have no etiquette," Stan sighed.

"And you do?" Ford asked, confused.

"More than you! But I guess when the person you're tryin to woo is also in his 60s and has been out of it for the last 30 years, shit's different."

Ford blushed and punched Stan's arm. "HOW do you know about that?"

"Walls are thin, Fordsie. Walls are thin. Paper thin."

"Anyway, gonna let you and your lady friend get ready for your second date in 24 hours."

"It's not a date! It's called being a gentleman. Somethin ya know nothin about," Stan grumbled angrily as he walked across the room picking up Solana's belongings to put them in the same spot for her.

"Happy to see your heart didn't give out," Ford dismissed, watching his brother. "I was worried."

"Awwwww. Look at ya. Worried about lil ole me. How sweet," Stan teased with a laugh.

"Shut up," Ford huffed, turning away from Stan and folding his arms. He hated when Stan used his brotherly affection against him sometimes.

Stan laughed as he grabbed Solana's dress then left the room to go knock on the bathroom door.

"Solana?" he said loud enough for her to hear over the water.

"Yeah?" she called back at the same volume.

"Can I come in and give ya your dress?"

"Yeah, come in!"

Stan opened the door and quickly folded her dress up and put it on the sink counter. "I didn't know if ya wanted to uh...run from here to the room with my brother down here and all," he said loudly.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks! I was thinking about that actually," she laughed gently. "I appreciate it a lot. You're so sweet."

Stan's entire face flushed as he tried to hide a smile that she for certain wouldn't be able to see either way. "Yeah. No problem," he said with a nod.

"I'll be out in a few!"

"Take your time! I want ya to be able to get yourself together at your pace. Even though ya have to go in later for work."

Solana groaned. "Don't even remind me. I wish I could find a creative job that'd treat me better," she said, mostly to herself.

"A creative job? Like what?" Stan asked curiously, leaning onto the counter and folding his arms.

"Hmm...I'd love to draw for kids' books. That's the dream right there. I'd love to do that for the rest of my life if it paid me well enough," she admitted in a shy tone.

Stan mulled over her words for a while. "That sounds pretty stable and fun. There's always gonna be kids and they're always gonna wanna read to learn more. So there wouldn't be any shortage of opportunities."

"Yeah exactly. I'm just in the midst of trying to find an agent and get my work out there. It's been...tough. So I'm just working at Chip's place until I take off then I'll never have to see that creep again."

He winced slightly, agreeing with her on that sentiment.

"Sometimes I feel like Chip is a creature of the night or something. Guy never takes his sunglasses off. Either that or he just is always hung over or something," Solana joked.

Stan stopped in his tracks at her comment. Maybe he actually was something? But it was also just as likely for him to be a regular creep. He'd have to table that thought for later discussion with Ford. Maybe even Maze if he was desperate enough.

“Yeah…that’s…something,” he said thoughtfully. “I just hate that ya gotta work for him. He’s kinda…” “Pig headed? Disgusting? Grosssssss? Need I go on?” Solana laughed.

Stan laughed along with her. “No thanks. I’m good on that, actually. No need.”

Solana laughed even more. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

Stan laughed to himself some more. He stood there in silence for a moment before he realized that he was actually in the bathroom while she showered.

“Oh, I should probably get goin so ya can come out and do your business.” “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked already,” she chuckled.

Stan blushed and rubbed his chin a little at the memory of the night before. “Yeah but like…I don’t know. Just feels awkward. Ya know?”

“If you say soooooo,” she said in a singsong voice.

He blushed even more, not sure what to say to that. “Err…see ya outside,” he said quickly as he left, not leaving time for her to respond. He closed the door behind himself, then closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

“Everything alright?” Ford asked.

Stan opened his eyes and jumped at the sound of his brother’s voice. “Don’t be sneakin around!” he fussed, his heart racing now.

Ford rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t be so nervous and smitten.”

“Sixer, don’t even go there with me. I could go on for hours about you and Fiddles.”

Ford was the one blushing now. “Stop bringing it up!”

“You stop first and I’ll stop next,” he snickered.

“I guess now your childishness is more appropriate for the age you’re at. Again,” Ford said, rolling his eyes and making his way back to the science-y part of the lab.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan neverminded. He heard the water turn off suddenly which made him jump again but away from the door. He moved towards Ford, his eyes glued to the door to see if she was coming out immediately or not. When she didn’t come out, Stan looked at his brother who was staring him directly in his face with a shit eating grin.

“What?” Stan asked, getting defensive.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen you this smitten and jumpy. Who are you? What have you done with the Stanley that was grumpier than the day is long? The one who’d curse at the sun for shining too bright???”

“Okay, okay. I got it, I got it. I still cuss at the sun. Now I’d cuss at the sun for hurting S-”

The bathroom door swung open suddenly, interrupting Stan’s train of thought. It was Solana. Finished with her shower.

“Uhhhh at the risk of being even more of a bother, you wouldn’t happen to have any lotion would you?” She asked sheepishly.

“Uh…y-yeah! I got ya.” Stan led Solana back into the bedroom. He went to the nightstand where her phone was and opened the drawer to find what he assumed was a flowery smelling lotion. He pulled it out and handed it to her. “Good?”

“Perfect,” she said sweetly, kissing Stan on his cheek. “Thank you!”

Stan blushed again, looking everywhere but her. “Yeah. No problem,” he said with a nonchalant shrug.

“You don’t have to be so mysterious just because your brother is nearby, you know,” Solana said as she sat on the bed. “And before you say you’re not, you are.”

Stan was stumped at how she just knew he was going to say something in response. He stood there, unsure of what to say next.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to stump you,” she said while she was rubbing the lotion on. “I just can read people sometimes. That’s all. And you’re an open book, Stanley Pines,” Solana said with a light laugh at the end.

Again, he didn’t know how to respond. He just stood there in mild disbelief that she was this bold with him.

“Also, brunette’s a good color on you,” she said with a light hum while she was focused on lotioning up her legs.

“Yeah?” He asked, his face red as a tomato.

“Yeah. I never would have pegged you for a brunette if I’m being honest. Totally thought black hair was the vibe.”

“I dyed it black once and I just ended up looking like I stepped straight outta the Godfather movies,” Stan sighed.

Solana laughed at that. “I would have loved to see that, honestly.”

“Maybe I’ll do it again and grow a mustache or somethin,” he teased.

“Oh my god, the Marlon Brando mustache would be fucking hilarious.”

“I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse,” Stan said in his best impression of the actor.

Solana burst out laughing. “That was legit so good. You missed your calling as an actor,” she joked.

Stan laughed too, loving the energy between them at the moment. She really was just a little ray of sunshine. It was so infectious. 

Eventually, Solana finished putting lotion on and Stan was in the shower himself by this point. She slipped her shoes on then grabbed her purse and phone. She made sure she had everything and walked out of the room, straight into a staring contest with Ford, who was sitting across the open area from her. He was sitting there, watching her every move, wondering what her motives were.

“Do I…have something on my face?” Solana asked, wiping her face.

“No. I’m just trying to figure you out,” Ford said bluntly.

“Figure me out?” Solana asked, laughing faintly as she adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

“Yes. Figure you out. As much as Stanley and I fight, I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Solana made an incredulous expression. “I…I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not in the ‘hurting people for fun’ sort of business. I’ve been hurt a lot and I wouldn’t dream of doing it to anyone else. Especially Stan. He’s a sweetheart and a perfect gentleman.”

Ford started laughing then stopped when he realized she wasn’t joking. “I can’t believe Stan is getting this sort of review from someone. It’s always grumpy or hard to deal with or crass or…some other thing that’s negative.”

“Well…I don’t know Stan too well just yet but he’s never come off as any of that to me.”

Ford nodded a bit, mulling over her words. “Who’s Will?” He asked, bluntly, again.

Solana made a face at that question. “Will? Were you looking at my phone?” She asked, clutching her purse.

“I wasn’t. Stan was though. He said he doesn’t have the credibility to ask you these sorts of questions yet but I have no stake, so.”

She grit her teeth in annoyance. “What goes on in my phone is none of your business and its not Stan’s either,” she said curtly before turning to go up the stairs.

“He just wants to be sure that he doesn’t get too involved with you and you’re…with someone else,” Ford added quickly as she turned.

Solana let out a derisive laugh. “If I was with someone else, I wouldn't be here with Stan, now would I?” She asked in a rude tone before going up the stairs, leaving no space for Ford to follow up.

Time passed as Solana waited for Stan in the store part of the shack. She didn’t know where else to sit so she just sat on the counter. It was still early in the morning so no one was there yet. Not even the new manager. As dedicated as he was.

Footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs from behind the vending machine. Solana’s heart raced at how she was going to confront Stan for looking at her phone. She wasn’t even sure if she should because it doesn’t seem like he was malicious with his intent but it was still a breach of privacy. But how could she blame him for being a little bit concerned that there was someone else in the picture?

The vending machine moved to reveal Stan in a casual white t-shirt, some jeans, and a bomber jacket that looks like it hadn’t seen the light of day in a long time. It was entirely too pristine. The gold chain from the previous night made another appearance too. He was trying to make an impression, that much was for sure. She could smell his cologne wafting from across the room. It was so intoxicating.

Is this…what he was like in the prime of his life? Suddenly she forgot why she was upset in the first place.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[lightburnsyou]

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: sky!

roleplayer pronouns: she/her

muse name: anakin skywalker

preferred communication: tumblr dms or discord!

experience: over fifteen years! i started on neopets (doing "gifted vs government" rps if you remember those. it was basically just x-men ocs lmao) and started on tumblr doing groups when i was about 14? discovered indie rp around a year or so later. moved to discord and wrote 1x1s sometime during lockdown. rped exclusively with one friend for like three years. (still write the same two rp threads w her!) recently came back to tumblr with this blog! have been in many many fandoms.

preferred roleplay type: as long as there's something to work with, i am content. i'm very story focused. i don't care much for threads where it's just two characters chatting about nothing, unless it's giving us juicy character exploration. i prefer threads with some kind of conflict, whether it be internal, between two characters, or a third party/impending doom/secret/whatever. it doesn't have to be action based, but i think all stories do need something going on. as long as there's something, i'm happy. i'm not very good at this, but i also really like threads with strong environments! i suck at remembering to describe places, but i like a nice setting. i think it makes it more fun and vivid, and you can do cool symbolism and metaphors with a good setting. trying to get better at this bc sometimes i feel like i write characters in a void rather than a solid, grounded place. so if my partner is good at establishing setting, it makes me happy bc i feel like i'm learning lmao

pet peeves & dealbreakers: ooc dramaaaa. it is my biggest dealbreaker. also this is a minor pet peeve and hasn't really come up here, but i must warn you all that i am not a hayden simp. please don't assume i am just bc i write anakin. love him as anakin! great actor! but idrk him and i don't want to talk for hours about how hot he is. i'm a lesbian, and i'm just not interested in talking about the hotness of men really at all, let alone in excess. i won't stop you from talking about it, but i just can't sometimes. a boundary i have. i'll talk about my love for anakin all day any day tho.

plot or memes: both! i will say that memes can sometimes get the ball rolling faster, especially if the characters have an established dynamic or common setting! that being said, i do love plotting just as much! never feel scared to reach out to me to discuss a plot or dynamic! i'm down. and unless otherwise specified, you're more than welcome to continue any meme without asking! i try to write them with potential continuation in mind

long replies or short replies: i don't really mind length, but i do gravitate to multi-para. one-liners are great starting points, but i naturally expand. i don't vibe with blabbing just for the sake of matching length, though. anakin is a talker, so a lot of my replies do have a bit of dialogue! however, whatever i feel the reply needs is what the reply gets, and i hope my partners do the same! there's no pressure to match length, as long as there's something to work with, yk?

best time to write: it really depends! my work schedule fluctuates quite a bit. for me, as long as im (a) not tired, (b) have a quiet environment, and (c) am in a somewhat good mood, i can write something. the thing that hinders my writing most frequently is stress or sleepiness.

are you like your muse?: i think we all are in some ways. there is a reason we chose to write or create the characters we did. my writing is obviously rooted in how i see the world, and through that, how i see ani. there will always be a part of me in the way i write anakin. we have very different life experiences, reactions, and perspectives on things, but i love that boy.

tagged: @petitsdieu

tagging: anyone who sees this and wishes to fill it out! tag me! it's good to get to know one another

[jihyocentric]

roommates!jeonghyo except jeongyeon comes home after a long day from work and jihyo can’t help but seduce her bc of her suit

i guess this was supposed to be from fwb jeonghyo au (?) anyway, every time i think about jeongyeon in suits i remember the first season of tdoong entertainment..

-

"you're late." jihyo said loudly from the living room as soon as she heard the door opening, eyes not moving away from the tv. "you lost half of the episode, idiot!"

"not everyone has a free schedule like you, park jihyo."

jeongyeon places her keys on the counter and walks towards jihyo, too tired to think about taking her heels off. when she came in their apartment, going against her own neat nature, she left her purse on the ground, more than exhausted after doing extra hours at work. she sits next to jihyo, grabbing some of the popcorn that the younger was eating, sighing when she sees the main character of the drama they had been watching together have a kiss scene with the character she didn't like.

"why do they always choose the ones who could potentially break their hearts?" jeongyeon huffs out, and then jihyo looks at her.

jihyo was about to hit back and say jeongyeon should stop being dense, her reason was that the girl actually had feelings towards the boy she kissed, even if he used to be a bad person. but her words died when she saw what jeongyeon was wearing, a suit that made her look polite, collected and strangely attractive, different than her usual casual wear.

"what is this outfit?" jihyo eyes her from the heels to her still perfect hair even after a day at work. she can't help but feel warm, closing her mouth in disbelief. jeongyeon looked gorgeous.

jeongyeon looks at her, her face softer than the usual. "do you like it? nayeon unnie told me to wear this if i want a raise." jihyo opens her mouth, but jeongyeon laughs it off. "because it makes me look professional, park jihyo. i know what you were thinking."

the way jeongyeon moves her head in a light, tired way and looks back at the tv, mindlessly, as if that was her routine, makes jihyo come to the realization that that was, in fact, a routine. they'd go to college in the morning, after that jeongyeon would go to work and jihyo would take her time to study and do her daily things, and then they'd be back at their home, talk, laugh, if jihyo was in the mood maybe kiss, and repeat it all the next day. it was all too casual, intimately so, and the part where they kissed and cared about each other in a special way makes it hard to believe that they were merely just friends.

"yoo jeongyeon," jihyo places the popcorn bowl on the centerpiece. "kiss me."

"i've already lost half of the episode so don't try to seduce me now." jeongyeon complains, and jihyo doesn't want to hear. she straddles jeongyeon, turning off the tv after she does, holding her best friend's face in her hands. "i was watching that!"

"you can watch it later." jihyo says, opening button after button of jeongyeon's suit. "i hate to admit it but you look really sexy."

jeongyeon might have complained but she let jihyo open her suit and kiss her neck, her eyes closing at the soft touch of jihyo's lips over her skin. she really needed to relax and jihyo gave her just that, managing to take off jeongyeon's shirt and the blazer, only so she could remove jeongyeon's bra.

"what are you doing?" jeongyeon asks when jihyo tries to make her wear the blazer back.

"want to fuck you while you wear it." jihyo says, and jeongyeon helps her put the piece of clothing back.

"kinky." jeongyeon teases, moaning when jihyo's hands squeezes her breasts.

there was something about the way jihyo touched her that made jeongyeon relax, even her shoulders losing the tension. jihyo's hands, despite being small, were enough to touch every inch of her body in the most delicate way, making jeongyeon sigh with every tender touch. to jeongyeon's surprise, jihyo has been starting kisses lately. the one who was absolutely against sharing that much intimacy while they had sex was now slipping her tongue past jeongyeon's lips, giving her a hungry but controlled kiss that made jeongyeon hold her waist tightly in both of her hands, bringing jihyo so close that it was only convenient to ride jeongyeon's thigh.

jihyo moans and breaks the kiss, slightly out of breath. "s-stop. i want to make you feel good and you're distracting me."

"how about i make you feel good instead?" jeongyeon kisses her neck, hands sneakily grabbing her breasts under the shirt.

jihyo slaps jeongyeon's hands. "no. now take your pants off."

jihyo leaves jeongyeon's lap and kneels on the floor, waiting patiently for jeongyeon to unzip her pants and take them off, along with the panties. she kisses jeongyeon's thighs, reaching closer to her wet core, giving a lick on jeongyeon's folds to have a little taste.

jihyo brings jeongyeon closer to the edge of the couch, burying her face in her legs, making jeongyeon moan from the back of her throat, fond of the feeling of jihyo's tongue eating her out. the way jihyo looked up at her while giving her the best oral she has ever received felt particularly intimate, and maybe jeongyeon was too tired from work that her mind couldn't think straight, but there was a glint filled with affection, almost palpable, in the way jihyo looked at her.

jeongyeon's hips quivered and searched for more of jihyo's mouth, a sharp cry coming out of her when she felt she was close, and soon enough her thighs trapped jihyo's head in place, coming all over the younger's mouth, whining when jihyo's tongue continued to lick her, gathering all of her cum. jihyo pecked jeongyeon's thigh one more time before getting up and straddling the older, who was near to dozing off.

"hey, hey. don't sleep here. i know i'm so good i made you exhausted but you need to take a shower and eat first." jihyo says, annoyingly, biting jeongyeon's shoulder out of habit.

"yes, let's take a shower." jeongyeon finds strength to get up from the couch, taking jihyo with her. the younger squeals when she's lifted, holding onto jeongyeon not to fall.

"i've showered already, let me go!" jihyo slaps jeongyeon's back, only for jeongyeon to slap her butt in order to make her stop squirming. "yoo jeongyeon!"

[bloomeng]

Mondstadt characters headcanons: when they go to bed (and when they get up):

Jean: if she had it her way she’d be in bed by 9/ still she’s fairly diligent about being asleep before midnight (she gets up super early in order to have 20 mins to herself)

Lisa: goes to bed at 10 no matter what— she values her beauty sleep— she learned from her experience as a student that staying up super late was actually less productive; she will lay in bed reading for at least an hr tho (ideally she gets up around 9-10, don’t talk to her before coffee)

Klee: Jean set her bedtime, 8:30, and she does everything in her power to fight it/ she is always asleep by 9/ can’t sleep without dodoco (she’s awake as soon as the sun is)

Albedo: the most fucked sleep schedule you’ve ever seen, his logic being “well technically i’m not human so i don’t need sleep” which isn’t really true/ will literally go days without sleeping and then just pass out/ turns out yes he does need sleep just less of it but even then he’s still not getting enough (wakes up whenever something finally disturbs his nap)

Sucrose: goes to bed late-ish/ tries to be good about going to bed but often gets wrapped up in her work/ generally gets tired around midnight and is asleep by 1/ gets cold easily so she sleeps with multiple blankets/ i get the feeling she’d love asmr but alas… instead i think she would leave the window open to hear the sounds of the city, which is ironic bc she gets cold (gets up at a reasonable time but not exactly happy to be up either)

Kaeya: runner up for worst sleep schedule in Mondstadt/ often falls asleep working and will wake up hrs later with a sore neck/ at home he sleeps on his couch more often then his bed/ has accidentally been found asleep at his desk the next morning more than once/ it’s not healthy but he’s learned to function on only a couple hrs of sleep each day (if left undisturbed he typically wakes up around noon)

Diluc: ideally he’s in bed by 9/ the only thing that keeps him from his bedtime is his vigilante work which he tries to wrap up before midnight so that he can be asleep by 1/ not immune to the “falling asleep at his desk” disease/ usually Adelinde finds him and makes him go to bed/ requires his eight hours/ gets hot easily but likes the weight of the blanket so he will sleep with his feet sticking out/ sleeps in the middle of the bed (usually the sun wakes him up/ has a hard time sleeping in)

Rosaria: often stays up late, though she doesn’t fight sleep/ usually manages to sleep around 1-2 in the morning/ is a light sleeper and tends not to sleep very well (gets up late/ it’s pretty much expected at this point that she isn’t going to make it to any early service)

Barbara: has a bedtime that she strictly adheres to/ also has a whole nighttime routine/ is asleep by 9:30 (gets up extremely early to work on her own personal projects, like song writing etc.)

Mona: horrible sleep schedule/known to go bed at 4am/ often takes naps in the evening which ruins her schedule/ gets invested in projects and will work on them through the night/ has a lengthy nightly routine that she will do in the wee hrs of the morning (wakes up in the afternoon/ do not make morning plans with her she will be there but she will be a nightmare to be around)

Fischl: would go to bed later but she still lives with her parents/ they force her to be in bed by 11/ reads in bed until midnight and is fully asleep by 1 (generally awake by 9)

Eula: goes to bed ridiculously early so that she can get up ridiculously early/ has a nighttime routine and cannot sleep with any light/ wears one of those sleeping masks (typically uses the morning to exercise)

Amber: goes to bed around 9-10 usually/ super sound sleeper, very hard to wake her up/ has a tendency to move around a lot in her sleep (is a morning person)

Bennett: everything I said about Amber but also he drools/ often falls off his bed (his dads have learned to be up before him so that he won’t attempt to cook breakfast by himself)

Razor: goes to bed when the sunsets wakes up with the sunrise/ very diligent about this schedule/ light sleeper/ tends to prefer harder mattresses/ gets hot easily so he usually discards his blanket (wouldn’t say he is particularly a morning person not that he’s grumpy it’s more that he literally can’t sleep with the sun out)

Noelle: goes to bed early bc she has to be up early (has to be at work but also bc she trains beforehand)

Diona: doesn’t have a bedtime, or at least not one that is enforced/ she usually is asleep by 11/ tends to be a light sleeper (gets up around 8-9 but is not a morning person/ very grumpy for the first hr of being awake)

Venti: does he need sleep??/ sleeps for fun whenever he wants to/ naps often so he has no schedule/ nobody knows where he goes after the taverns close (a morning person/ loves watching the sunrise/ ppl hate being around him in the morning bc he’s far too energetic)

Mika: strict schedule/ whole day is thrown off if his sleep schedule is not maintained/ has a hard time getting to sleep bc his mind loves to supply him with awkward memories (wakes up early/ does not like sleeping in)

+ Dainsleif: he wishes he had a bedtime/ he used to but that fell apart when khaenri'ah fell/ was always a light sleeper but his sleep is worse now bc of the curse/ sleeps in small spurts/ not-so-secretly misses his fancy fluffy white bed (not exactly a morning person but enjoys being up early and the peacefulness of the morning)

[sleepygamerotaku]

sleepy selfship hcs

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Belhpegor, Scaramouche, Vil Schoenheit, Diluc Ragnivindr, L Lawliet, Dan Heng X me (? s/i??)

Prompt:

none

Content Warnings:

uhmm..?? insomnia, mentions of sleep issues idk i probably missed something

Reader pronouns:

not mentioned ig

Authors note:

it is almost 2 AM for me- i have not slept so uhm ignore any grammar mistakes i'm tired and too lazy to fix them- this is painful for my tired lil smooth brain to do ong- also uhm happy pride month i'll do a pride month related thing later ig-also my first time putting little uhm.. character qoute thingies on there so yea- also ik this is cringe but i'm tired and in a fruity sleepy mood also kinda too lazy to properly tag

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♡　I like to think that Belhpegor has made a nest in the attic with like a bunch of blankets and pillows and plushies he stole from me (like not the bed he has up there―somewhere behind the curtains probably)and he grew attached to it because of how long he was up there-

♡　With this in mind- in the wee hours of night Belphie will take me up there and like snuggle into the nest with me and like i play with his hair and we just sleep until it's already lunch and the brothers have to send a search party for us/j

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"C'mon...~ we can stay sleeping like this just a bit longer.. right?"

♡　Uhm i just like to think―totally not just bc i'm gay or anything― that Scaramouche really loves to cuddle. especially after a long and tiring day- like it doesn't matter if it's on a bed a couch or outside somewhere in the woods(he doesn't really like pda―honestly same― so if it's somewhere really visible it's an immediate no) he'll randomly kinda just- slink his arms around my shoulders or waist and rest his chin on my head. he'll also instantly fall asleep we're lying down and i fidget with the pads of his rough, slender fingers. just instantaneous comfort for both of us

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"..If you think I enjoy you playing with my fingers like this then- wait... don't stop... "

♡　Me, being the light sleeper i am, wake up to the slightest and movements of sounds and struggle to fall asleep. just in general. Vil, knowing this, complains about my horrendous sleeping schedule and how it'll worsen my already terrible eye bags. because of this Vil refuses to let me sleep alone because he thinks i'm doing this to myself. she's harsh to me but it's because he's genuinely concerned. she'll cuddle me until i start dozing off and will not move. a. single. hair. he'll help me with makeup if my eyebags get too bad though<33

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"Augh.. Potato, if you keep this up your beautiful face will be ruined with those pesky dark circles... though it rather suits you, love, i cannot allow your nights to be tiresome and sleepless."

♡　Due to how late Diluc trends to come home he's upset when i'm awake because it's very late but he's glad to be greeted by his boyfriend. almost immediately gets out of his work clothes and slips into bed with me. i like to think he sleeps without a shirt on so uhm... tiddie pillow soft and warm ♥

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"I've missed you my love.. I'm glad to be home after what feels to be a century... thank you for this"

♡　L is also just as guilty when it comes to having a bad sleeping schedule. but when he isn't busy―which is basically never― he'll try to sleep with me and he talks about anything and everything until i get tired bc he's gay like that-

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"Dear, I have an exuse to be awake at such unhealthy hours, but it's bringing me concern for you. Come, we'll sleep together for a while.."

♡　Hear me out tho- Dan Heng probably gives like the best cuddles ever. i just like to think that he'd hold me with a tight possessive grip but gentle and not enough hurt me. he's just too baby to ever actually hurt me on purpose. he'll try to caress my cheek but i just grab his hand and leave it against my face. this mentally kills him (in a /pos way ofc) he gets all blushy and giggly. he also gushes s lot when he's sleepy. just a lil habit of his<33

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"I really do not understand how I got so lucky.. what..? n-no... I'm not blushing.."

thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 please don't copy/translate my works to different platforms.

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Currently working on some world building for atlas and nightlights world. I started a journal for them but I wanna finish writing all the character traits before I start writing down the premise and anyway I wanna put more of their lore here.

In pretty much every big city there’s a fair amount of crime and supervillains and most cities have at least four superheroes to defend it. The thing is most heroes never work at the same time since the crime happens 24/7.

So instead of working together to stop it all as a team, they take patrol shifts. Each person works six to nine hours a day. This way the shifts can overlap and now they can work together on cases, or solve multiple cases at the same time, or just fill in for each other if someone’s tired or injured.

The story’s gonna follow Atlas and Nightlight (of course) and they both take shifts in the night. Atlas usually goes on patrol between 6:00 PM - 3:00 AM while Nightlight takes 3:00 PM - 12:00 AM. I drew a graph to visualize how the time schedules work. Everyone gets three hours to themselves, and six hours with a partner.

The two other heroes in the story sometimes have to work with Atlas and Nightlight bc of some really bad villain that needs all hands on deck, but for the most part everyone sticks to their schedules. I haven’t come up with names or designs for the two other heroes but I will talk about them some bc I have ideas.

Also, in this world, the government isn’t saying like “oh you have to work for us and we have to allow you to stop crime and you can’t do anything until we give the go ahead” bc I think that’s fucking stupid. Idc if that part of the story seems unwritten, I’m not putting that in the story. These silly guys save the city and save lives and the government doesn’t interfere bc they’re doing their job for them for free. Either that or just a lot of people have special abilities in this world, it’s just some people trained to be superheroes while others trained to be like, builders who fix the city back up faster after the heroes save the day. But I’m probably not doing that.

As for the two other heroes, i said a second ago I don’t have names or designs, but one of them has the ability to transfer large bits of information or memories or hypnotizing someone by making out passionately with tongue. This is partially inspired by Starfire, but mostly inspired by some of my brothers headcanons for the young justice show. (No I will not elaborate on what those headcanons are.)

The thing is they don’t tell anyone that they have this ability bc they just assume this is normal for everyone and some people just don’t know they can do it yet. The other three heroes just go along with it bc 1. This persons pretty smart so anything they say must be true and if they want all four of them to make out at once who are they to question it and 2. All four of them think the others are hot. Why would they pass up the offer to kiss each other.

I might give them more powers later, like some form of dumbed down telekinesis, but for now this is their only power. The other superhero has special guns specifically designed around their powers of turning any projectile they shoot into a couple different elemental things. Sometimes they can turn a bullet into a kind of freeze shot, or a fireball, or a bunch of plants, etc. things like that. They use rubber bullets bc even if the shots aren’t real bullets after they shoot they’re still afraid of killing people. I’m not as sure about this power though, I might scrap it and use something else.

Another thing, I’m not explaining how any of them get their powers. I just don’t want to. Nightlight is the closest I’ll get and I’m basing her lore off another ocs lore. She’s basically just an alien. Atlas just has their powers. I still haven’t even decided if their wings are mechanical or not.

I also haven’t made any supervillains yet but when I do they’re gonna be extremely dumb. Just based on some random object like a pepper shaker. They are just extremely funny.

The villains also like, care about the heroes to some extent. They enjoy fighting them. They think of it like a hobby. They’re just also psychotic and insane and don’t realize they’re hurting a lot of people. In their eyes, they’re having little playdates with the heroes instead of a large dangerous battle in the middle of the city with hostages and lives on the line etc.

But sometimes they’ll be fighting a hero and notice they’re punching a little too hard or are a little too jumpy or didn’t block in time from a VERY predictable hit and the villains will stop everything to sit them down and be like “hey man, are you ok? You’ve been off all night, you know I’m here for you when you need me man. Do you wanna talk about it?” And the heroes do talk about it. Bc these freaks may be insane but they still somewhat appreciate them for all they do.

Thats all my thoughts right now. I’ll have more later.

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ive been in both of these positions as well.

i still remember the name and order of one of my favorite regulars at the McDonald's i worked at. i remember where she worked bc she would come through the drive-thru in uniform, and i had seen her at her job as well. she was delightful, whenever i saw her order on my screen i got excited bc i wanted to say hi. even if I wasn't in a window position, I would make a point of stopping by the window to say hi.

also when I worked there, when you went on break as an employee you got food half off/free (free wasn't until covid), and bc of the way it worked you had to have a manager ring you up. I used to always order 3 cheeseburgers, no onion no pickle add mac sauce and my frappe for lunch. my favorite manager knew this, as did several others. and I remember a specific day when my anxiety was absolutely terrible, my stomach was in knots and I was jittery. when my favorite manager came up to take my order, she started saying "3 cheeseburgers and a frappe right?" and I told her no, just a mchicken and fountain drink cup bc I thought it was the only thing I'd be able to handle. she was immediately concerned. when I got back after break, she moved me to my favorite position and she checked up on me later on the day. after that also, if I ever changed up my order she got concerned and I had to let her know that no, today I was just feeling some chicken nuggets, or that yeah I had had a rough start to the shift, or whatever it was.

now, every day that I work (and some days that I dont) I stop by a different mcdonalds at ~around the same time every day and order the same thing every time - a large mocha frappe with no whipped cream (occasionally also some nuggets, but that's less important to this). quite a few of the employees know me. not just my order, they know me by name. they will rush to the window to say hi, chat for a minute, the way that I also did. they've told me outright that I'm their favorite customer, that I'm the whole stores favorite. that they recognize my car, and they'll see me pull in and start my order before I even get to the order kiosk. I've had them notice when someone made it won't and correct it before even handing it to me. I've had them go "sorry, they forgot the chocolate drizzle" and "I drew a heart for you" and "hiiii!!!" and "i had to fight to be the one to run this out" and "thats my friend!!" and push the person who was working front window out of the way so they cpuld hand me my drink and lean out the window calling to say hi bc I had already pulled to the next window and when I get pulled up and have to go inside bc I need my drink or I'll be late for work I've had them express my drink.

i adore every one of these people in turn.

but I promise you. i know how anxiety is, I know it's awful and even with all of the assurances in the world, logic doesn't always beat the anxiety.

but I promise that they won't hate you. they won't think you're basic or boring. they won't get tired of making the same thing every time you come in.

they WILL be much more likely to love you. get excited when they see you. be ready to make your food as soon as they know you're there. make sure that they get to say hi. they'll know if you order something else, they'll worry if you don't show up at the time you normally do (if you have a schedule the way I do).

regulars are a gift, and easily remembered orders make regulars easier to remember too. i KNEW the 4 sweet teas, I knew the hamburger only ketchup and a small coke, and my manager knew my 3 cheeseburgers, as convoluted the way i ordered them was.

(also, as a side note, it is also amazing to get to know the workers back in this way. i can't even begin to describe the sheer force of the joy and glee i feel every time I pull into the mcds and see my favorite people working there. the ideal of being known goes both ways)

Starving to death this morning because ive been to the new local cafe twice this week already and if i go a third time ill look desperate.