#tidying up shouldn't actually take that long

[blorboresidue]

ok pharmacy visit successful about to catch the bus to the grocery store and then I am DONE with leaving the house for today!!

[casuallyanidiot]

Omg your yandere coworker *chef's kiss*

I imagine he's just frustrated and angry because he can't believe he's fallen for a loser like reader. Like they are such a mess all the time. So soft and easy to tire. They look so out of place in this workplace environment.

But over time it starts to click that all he was to do is take them away and keep them at home. Reader shouldn't even be at work! Reader should be sitting pretty at home like the good little spouse he knows they are all that they are good for!

Man he'll have to come up with a plan to make that happen wouldn't he?

Thanks! He's awful! :)

I think the worst part about Yan coworker is that he believes he's actually a good person. Maybe if he just acknowledged how scummy he was, he wouldn't be half as bad.

He he's had enough of you stumbling all over yourself like an idiot. Yandere Coworker pulls you aside one day into a storage closet. He's trying so hard not to snap and fuck you stupid against some half empty shelves, so instead he settles for gripping your arms. Isn't he a gentleman? Anyways, he lays it out for you.

"You need to quit," He says simply. His voice is gruff and firm, and you blink in surprise. "What?" You stammer out. He's tall, intimidatingly so, and you tremble as he holds you. "No, no I'm not- I can't quit! This is my job! I know you don't really like me, but that's out of line," You hiss out and squirm away from him.

Yandere coworker realizes you really are very, very dumb. There's nothing in that stupid little head of yours, is there? You can't even tell how much he's looking out for you. You're crumbling under the weight of this job, and he can't stand seeing you so unhappy.

But he makes enough money for the two of you. He can handle this while you can't. In fact, the more he thinks about it, he can't figure out just what in the world you would be good at. He tries to picture you as successful at anything and comes up blank. Huh... You really are good for nothing. Except,,, you would probably do well if you didn't have to do anything at all.

Yandere coworker starts to think about how much prettier you would be if you got proper sleep. He likes the way you look in corporate attire (That is on the rare occasions where you don't look like a hot mess), but he bets you'd like to be in expensive and revealing loungewear even more. The only thing you would have to do is keep your house tidy, and keep yourself nice and presentable for whoever provided for you. Yeah, you'd be perfect for that. And guess what? He could give you that.

Yandere coworker knows that you're far too stubborn for your own good. He begins to actively sabotage your work. He inserts spelling errors into your reports, changes the numbers of any potential client before you have the chance to make a sale. He allows himself to be more officially promoted, and with the new power he has, he assigns you increasingly difficult tasks.

You try and report him for essentially bullying you, but the complaint is thrown out with little care. He's one of the best employees the company had ever seen, and you were just some bumbling broad who couldn't even spell their own name right on official documents.

Before long, you're fired. Yandere Coworker uses his position in the company and many connections he has to essentially black list you.

You can't get a decent job in your field anymore. Plus you begin to get behind on rent and bills. Your life is going to shit, yet you still refuse to take him up on his many offers. It's infuriating, and he just wants to put you in a place that he knows you'll be safe and happy in.

Yandere Coworker just thinks your too dumb to realize how kind he's being. He hopes that you're smart enough to recognize how nice the trunk of a luxury car is. After all, you're going to be there for a while until he can get you to his home where you'll never have to use that useless brain of yours again.

[cvnt4him]

hiii! would you be willing to write some Iida x older!reader? like a senpai from U.A., one or two years older. thank you in advance!! ❤❤❤

I would love too<33

Tenya is so underrated chat he needs more love SEND ME MORE TENYA REQUESTS.

Being a third year at UA was interesting to say the least, you had a lot of respect from your younger classmen. However when people found out who you were dating they always gave you weird looks.

You walked down the first year halls at the end of the day getting glances and whispers from the first years crowing the halls. You brush it off and continue strolling to your desired destination.

You finally come across the class you were looking for; class 1A! The only class fit for your charming and adorable boyfriend. You peek through the door to see your midnight haired boyfriend tidying up and talking with his friends, it was so cute to see the way he mingled with them.

You knock on the opened door and the few people's eyes shoot to your direction, you offer a polite smile and a giggle as you head towards your boyfriend who had wide eyes and a bit of blush dusting his features.

"hey tenya, ready to go?"

You ask running your fingers through his hair, he was taller than you but everyone knew you were older than him, hell than everyone in that classroom. You were pretty well known however you didn't really dabble with titles or anything like that, you didn't care what people knew you as.

"ah! y- y/n.. you shouldn't be here at this time! I told you I'd text you when I was ready."

Tenya was embarrassed from the looks of his friends, a green haired boy had wide eyes and slight pink brushed over his freckled cheeks, he looked between the two of you before connecting the dots with a gasp. You look down to him and he blushed intensively.

You chuckle and swipe a quick kiss from tenya before putting the top of his head.

"I'll wait for you outside, yeah? Don't take too long love."

You say walking out and waving to his friends with a wink, the freckled one was still stunned and the brown haired girl was squealing and jumping up and down once you left. No one knew you and tenya were dating, everyone thought tenya was incapable of getting a girlfriend due to the way he acts.

The two of you started dating unintentionally. You asked for his number one day and he nervously whilst stuttering, gave it to you. You two talked a lot it was more of him asking for advice and if you could tutor him or if you'd like to study with him.

Tenya was smart sure but you were in a higher grade than him, he thought if you could help him out his work maybe he'd be able to easily understand your work as well. At the time when you two started hanging out more he didn't realize it but he actually enjoyed your company.

He thought you were funny, smart, eager to learn just like him! He found many similarities within the two of you and he liked he could be himself around you. When the stuff went down with his brother he accidentally ended up crying in front of you, tenya expected you to laugh or make fun of him but of course, you didn't. You held him close and made sure that he was okay.

Unknowingly, that's when he started catching feelings for you. He wanted to be around you more, talk to you more he just really liked you, your company. It took him a while to realize he liked you, but once he did he didn't know how to ask you out or if he even wanted to.

Eventually you began seeing the signs of him starting to like you, he was more brushy around you, more talkative. It's not like tenya didn't speak when you two hung out but now he was so eager to share every little detail of his life with you. It was rather obvious he had a slight thing for you, and you'd be lying if you thought that he wasn't cute.

To save him the trouble some time later you went ahead and asked him out on a date. Tenya was so flustered and confused, he thought you were psychic or something, he ended up telling you that he was planning on asking you out on a date officially as well. You two laughed it off over lunch and sooner or later just naturally started dating.

You two never really put labels on it until one time.he got jealous. You were hanging out with mirio and you two were getting quite close, mirios a naturally charming guy. He's funny, weird, and just honestly great company.

Tenya did not like that. Tenya never had a problem with mirio, he just disliked how close he was with you. Tenya tried to keep his distance from you as a punishment to himself for even letting himself slack off of hero/school work. He felt that he shouldn't have gotten a girlfriend, he shouldn't have fallen in love with you, he shouldn't have even talked to you or indulged in you.

However, tenya found.himself fidgeting and having trouble focusing on class. He hadn't talked to you in 2 days and it was driving him insane that you hadn't bothered to text him! Were you not worried? Did you not care about him? What was it.. were you cheating on him?!

He was never one to jump to conclusions but he couldn't help himself! The second that bell rang he zoomed out of the classroom to reach you, he headed over to the third years classes in search of you. Once he found your class he asked around for you.

"tenya? What are you doing here lover?"

"y/n.. I.. I..—"

He was at a loss for words. He didn't know why he rushed to you, he didn't know why he was jumping to conclusions.. you weren't known for being unloyal or untrustworthy. So why did he feel this fiery rage of jealousy burbling inside of him?

You pulled tenya out for the classroom and walked him to the outside of the school, the cherry blossom petals flying down to the ground d beautifully, they painted a sweet little walkway across the side walk, and all over the bench the two of you sat down at.

"tenya, what's going on sweetie?"

He loved when you had a variety of pet names to call him. He got quite flustered whenever you called him anything other than tenya.

You pulled his head onto your chest and brushed your fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes and let the breeze of the wind fly onto his face and through his hair.

Tenya sighs and wraps his arms around you holding you close, he couldn't find any words to say so he simply lived in this moment. You knew that something was up, but you'd ask again once he felt like talking.

AN: this is the worst shit I've ever written. I love tenya iida but I have a hard time writing for him, others see him as this uptight dork but I do believe that he strays away from that robotness once like he gets a bit older. Just me? Okay.. I love him sm chat I need to get better at writing for him

[tonydaddingham]

oh my god but crowley didn't fully believe that whatever he was idly toying with confessing at the ritz was gonna work, did he? he impatiently looked at his watch, flumped into the chair after stress-tidying the shop - not because the metatron had dragged aziraphale away, but because when aziraphale eventually comes back, and crowley manages to ferry him off to the ritz, crowley wasn't yet sure whether he should say the unspoken thing. he was still weighing up the idea, was debating whether or not he should. because here's the thing - crowley hadn't cottoned on.

he hadn't worked out what the dance meant. the lingering touches. the longing glances that he thought he might have caught in the corner of his eye, but couldnt be sure. maggie and nina came to talk to him, and he was nonchalant and dismissive and brushed off what they were saying because crowley doesn't want his vulnerability seen. he wasn't even sure that a confession would actually work - so don't encourage him, because what if aziraphale doesn't feel the same way? what if giving voice to it is still too fast?

but they seem to think that aziraphale feels some kind of way about him... so maybe, actually, he should? he should say something, he should tell aziraphale how he feels, oh god he should take this spark of bravery and fan it into an inferno... because that glimmer of hope, buried within, that aziraphale won't reject him is burning a little brighter.

so he decided to take the leap, to confess then and there, because that little flicker of courage is so delicate, and it has to be coaxed into a flame, and if he doesnt do it now, he won't ever feel he can. "if i don't start talking now, i won't ever start talking". he wasn't set on confessing at the ritz, only considering that if anything was going to be said it should happen there. he went out to the bentley, after handing maggie and nina back to their reality, to put Their Song on the deck - it might help! - and then came back nervous and excited and impatient and terrified. but the girls said that they never say what they're really thinking, and what crowley's thinking is that he ought to say something, but doesn't know if he should.

but crowley took the leap, decided to just do it whilst he's still got a grasp on that conviction and bravery. and is smacked back with the shock and repulsion of being offered restoration, the heartbreak that aziraphale does reciprocate what he does, but only if he's an angel again. only if he goes back. only if only if only if. he doesn't hear what aziraphale actually means, doesnt think about what aziraphale is actually trying to say to him - that aziraphale does want him, does love him, does want to be with him, just as he is, but it can only happen if they're safe, working from the inside to change things so they can be safe - because all he can think is that maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all. took the leap, and found out all over again what it is to fall.

[wonder-kid-pugh]

Listen to the Sound of my Voice - Alessia Russo x reader

*Trigger Warning - Read at your own discretion*

You couldn't do this anymore.

The entire day you have been feeling this way. And while it wasn't a new feeling to you, today it just felt exceptionally worse. You couldn't even describe it really.

It was just like this feeling of dread just completely enveloped you. A feeling of complete uselessness that you hated but couldn't shake. All while a massive weight was pressed on your chest. So much so that you feel your heartbeat is going to jump from your chest.

It was the feeling of being a complete burden to those around you. A feeling of being a complete waste. Feeling like you were nobody.

But that wasn't even the worst part.

The worst part was you knew you shouldn't feel like this. That you had a perfectly good life. You had a good family. Two loving parents and 4 annoying brothers you would do anything for. You had great friends. You were known in your community. You were seen as a good happy kid.

You volunteered and helped out at your old primary school that your mother taught at whenever they needed help. You coached your old football team and loved to coach the younger kids.

You were involved in sports teams. You became known as a solid wall inside of the goals. You were going to college.

You had the perfect life compared to most people.

So why did you feel so miserable?

Realistically, you know that you've probably been feeling this way for years. But you had just never dealt with it. You constantly pushed it down until it eventually got worse and worse.

This eventually evolved into panic attacks in your final year of school. Which was disguised underneath the guise of stress of exams.

So once exams were finished and you had slipped back on your happy mask for everyone it was soon forgotten about again. You continued on with life clinging onto that happy facade you had built up over the years.

And most of the time you dealt with it. Well in your own way. It mostly involved you taking time by yourself usually in your room. Most likely sleeping as well. In these kinda moods you often felt drained. Which often lead to you trying to sleep off this feeling.

Probably not the most healthy method but it's how you managed.

You managed on your own and quietly. Cause what else were you supposed to do? You were the middle child. Your parents were busy and you didn't want to bother them with your problems. Your brothers had their own stuff to worry about.

While you had friends, you never felt like you had a "best friend". You always felt like the left out friend to be honest.

But there seemed to be one person who noticed.

Alessia Russo.

The two of you had originally met through youth soccer. You being a goalie and her a striker meant you ran into each other a lot.

She was an absolute menace to you as a striker.

And Alessia couldn't help but be distracted by the pretty girl in goals.

But it wasn't until years later that you actually became friends. Alessia had made an appearance at your club you coached at to help inspire the kids.

Honestly you were shocked that she remembered you. But that day you worked well together. Despite not following your passion, you still knew you stuff and that's what made you a great coach.

It also sparked a small rivalry between the two of you from your childhood but it was all in good nature.

But when the session had finished and everything was tidied you she had asked if you had wanted to get a coffee. The second she smiled at you, you knew you couldn't say no.

And it went from there. For the first time in a long time you had felt seen. She asked you about everything. And you started off with the basic answers. Filling her in on your seemingly perfect life before turning the conversation back onto her accomplishments.

You had talked so long that you didn't noticed that the cafe was getting ready to close.

So sheepishly you both left, but not before Alessia got you number with the promise to meet up again soon. You smiled and gave it to her thinking she was just being polite. She was a big celebrity now. A household name. Why would she want to spend time out of her busy schedule with you?

So you were surprised when she did infact message you a few days later.

But when you joked about how you didn't expect her to actually text you, all you got was her dead serious answer of "she always keeps her promises".

And it just grew from there. You had both become an integral part of each other's lives. You went to watch her play occasionally. And she became your sounding board when college and work became too much.

Her teammates also found it hilariously funny that you were training to be a nurse as well knowing how clumsy their friend was.

But overtime she seemed to be the only one who could read you. The only one who noticed the cracks slowly developing in your masks. Or when you got into these certain moods.

She was also the only one who was able to fully pull you back from it.

Which is why you shouldn't of been surprised when she came knocking on your door.

You had planned to ignore her consistent knocking. Hoping that she would think you weren't home and would leave. But you winced when your phone rang beside you. You cursed silently when you saw Alessia's name flash on your screen.

"Come on Y/n!" She once again banged on the door. "I know you're there". "Please just open the door" she pleaded quietly through the door.

You creeped around to the door eyeing it as if wondering would she eventually just give up and leave if you stayed quiet.

But almost as if she heard your thoughts she just shouted through the door, "I'm not leaving until you open this door". After that you decided that you might as well open the door.

You plastered on a smile as you open the door. You clocked her worried eyes as you opened the door and forced on an even bigger smile. "Hey" you smiled as you leaned against the door, "what are you doing here?"

Alessia eyes scan you choicing to ignore the fact that you were consciously ignoring her just minutes ago. "We were meant to meet up today..."

Your eyes widened as you gently bang your head off the door. "Shit Less I'm so sorry!" You drag your hand down your face.

But she moves forward carefully and takes your hands in hers as she leans down to get a look at you. "Hey it's okay". She takes in your frantic appearance and how your breathing is a little too fast. She had always been good at that. Picking up on the small things.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she gently squeezed your hands.

You pursued your lips together as you forced albeit a bit stiffly. "Yeah I'm good" you nod lightly.

But Alessia could tell. Your smile wasn't real. And your eyes weren't as bright as they usually were. "Hey..." She gently said, "what's wrong?"

You gulped hard as you tried to shake her off with a smile. "Nothing. I'm fine".

The blonde didn't say anything. But you could just tell. By the way she looked at you. The softness in her eyes. The hint of pity or maybe it was sympathy. You couldn't really tell.

Maybe that's why you felt you needed to justify yourself like you usually did when others tried to do the same.

"Look" you chuckled weakly, "if it's because I forgot we were meeting up". You muster on your best smile, "I'm really sorry about that everything has just been really hectic recently and it must have slipped my mind". You send her a sorry smile, "I'm really sorry for wasting your time".

But she just shook her head, "You're never a waste of time".

You could feel your chest constricted again. But this time it was a pleasant feeling.

Before you could get yourself sucked into her gorgeous sky blue eyes, you clear your throat and go to grab your keys. "Yeah. Still I'm really sorry about this. You probably had a million other things you would have preferred to do today".

You pause your moments for a second as you look at her for a second and allow yourself to enjoy it in that instance. You place your hand on her forearm softly as you give her probably one of the only sincere smiles so far today. "Thank you" you say gratefully. "I'm... I'm really happy we reconnected that day and I'm really grateful for you". You squeeze her arm, "Seriously thank you for being my friend".

You go to try and move around her but she's quick to react and gently but firmly grabs your wrist.

"Uh why don't we just stay here instead? Maybe watch a movie or something..."

You scrunched your face at her as you cast a look at the door. But seeing this almost sends Alessia into a panic as she puts herself between you and the door. Her hand going for your hand almost as if to subtly try and take your keys from you.

But you just tighten your grip as you say almost monotonely, "Less I need to go..."

It's seems that Alessia fights with herself as she bites her lip before eventually sighing. "I don't think you should be driving right now Y/n..." She says as softly as she can. Her hand careful drifts upwards and you freeze when you feel her hand cup your cheek. Her thumb grazing underneath your eye.

"It looks like you haven't slept in days" she tried to reason with you. But you suddenly become self-conscious of how you look knowing that she's right and you probably look like a mess right now.

You tried to pull back and push away at her concern. "Less I'm fine really. Now I need to go".

But she doesn't let up on her grip. You pull harder knowing that the blonde is so soft that she would probably let go to avoid hurting you. However, you were mistaken as she doesn't let up. You lick you lips, "Alessia let go".

You could see the blonde visibly stiffen at the use of her first name which made you feel a bit bad. But you push it down right now as you start to feel your frustration bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

But she just shook her head at you. "I don't think you should go" She said plainly. Her eyes scan you once more. "I don't think you should be driving right now. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you".

Honestly your heart swelled knowing that she cared so much for you. But in that moment you didn't know how to react.

No one had ever really gone to these lengths before just to check on you. To make sure you were okay. You didn't know how to react to someone caring thos much for you.

Which caused you to explode.

"Maybe I want something bad to happen!"

The silence was deafening

You watched as Alessia's face broke in front of you. As the realization hit full force as the words tumbled from your mouth. The look of heartbreak on the blonde's face made you want to take the words back. To somehow cram them back into your mouth as of you had said nothing.

But you knew you couldn't. There was no going back from this. So maybe that's why you continued on full force.

"Maybe I want something bad to happen to me" you admitted quietly. But to Alessia it was earth shattering. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if something were to happen". You shrugged as tears started to fall, "Maybe if I lost concentration and crashed it wouldn't be the worst thing to happen".

But it seems that she couldn't take it anymore. "Please don't say that" Alessia begs as her grip on your tightens again. Almost as if she's afraid that if she lets go you may disappear for good. "Please don't say that".

You shrug as if it didn't hurt you seeing how upset the forward was. "Well it's true".

Apparently those were the wrong words to say.

"That's not true!" Alessia shouted at you. Despite the tears streaming down her face, her eyes lit with a certain fire. "Don't you dare say that because it isn't true!"

She lets out a shaky breath as she looks at you full on. "Don't you realize how important you are to people? How devastated people would be if something were to happen to you?"

You were in slight shock. It was rare for the forward to yell unless it was soccer related. But this was something else. She seemed to be shaking with anger.

"What about the kids you coach? What about all your friends? Your brothers? Your parents?" She raised her voice slightly. "What do you think happens to them if something was to happen to you?" "They would be devastating Y/n" Alessia said her voice turning soft. "Your family would be inconsolable".

"And I..." Alessia starts but her voice catches. Her hands shake as they raise to stroke your head with a softness unknown to you. "I don't know what I would do" Alessia admits quietly.

You don't know what to do. Your completely overwhelmed. The weight on your chest gets heavier and her heartbeat becomes the only thing you can hear.

But Alessia quickly notices how your breathing picks up and you go off in a daze.

Her hands, however big were always gentle when it came to you. They cupped your face softly as she tried to get you to focus on her. But it was like everything was turned up to a hundred. You had never had one but you imagined this is what a sensory overload felt like.

All you knew was you were suddenly pressed against something soft but firm. Soft fingers gently uncurled your fists from your own shirt and moved it against something else. All you knew it was soft and you could feel the rhythmic beats underneath your fingertips.

You could feel air hitting the side of your head right by your ear. Right before you hear light whispers.

"Hey you're having a panic attack. So I need you to listen to the sound of my voice. Focus on my voice. Can you do that?"

You're just about able to give the smallest nod through your blind panic.

"That's good. That's really good". "Now feel that. Feel my heartbeat under your hand?"

Once again you give a small nod.

"Good. I want you to focus on that. Feel the beat. Don't focus on anything but that. Just feel that".

Somehow through your panic and her frantic ramblings, you are able to follow what she's saying.

"Your doing so well. Now try and follow my breathing.

You listen to her as she instructs you to take some deep inhalations and exhalations. You don't know how long you're there but you eventually feel yourself calm down as you get your breathing under control.

Slowly everything starts to quieten again and calm down around you. Your eyes slowly flutter open only to find the blonde in front of you.

It seems that Alessia noticed you calming down as well as she pulled back a bit. But only a tiny bit before your grip on her tightened not wanting to let go. Looks like Alessia understood what you wanted as she made sure she was still holding you securely. Close enough that her forehead was practically up against yours.

"I'm here" she whispers to you not wanting to frighten you after your panic attack. She nuzzles her head against yours affectionately, "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere".

Still unable to find your words, you just nodded shakily before clutching onto the blonde.

Alessia readily took you into her arms. Rocking you gently as you buried yourself into her. Your head burrowing itself under head.

It was only then you realized that at some point Alessia had moved the two of you other to the couch. The panic attack had drained you as you leaned into Alessia who was slumped back into the couch.

It was quiet for a long time. Before Alessia decided to speak up. "I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to you".

You pull back from her embrace as you scrunched your face at her confused. "Why? I'm just a nobody".

But the words had barely left your mouth before Alessia is correcting you. "Don't say that!" Her face is mixed with annoyance, frustration and sadness. "Your not a nobody". "Your extremely special" she tells your firmly her eyes flickering across your face. "Especially to me" she whispered softly.

Your breathing hitches as you notice how her eyes focus on your lips before they flicker back up to your eyes. But it seems that when you don't move away she took that as her chance.

Her nose gently nudges yours as she leans back in. She stops barely inches away from you. So close that you shuddered feeling her breath fan against your face. "Can I kiss you?" She asks. Your barely able to find your words as you just about nod and let out a small, "Yes".

You knew that you would remember that kiss forever.

Everything about it was perfect. The way her hands cupped your face. And how her eyes searched yours for any signs of hesitation. How her lips brushed against yours before she fully committed to the kiss.

Or maybe it was just how the whole kiss summed Alessia up perfectly. Soft. Gentle. Innocent.

Or maybe it was the fact you had never felt as loved as you did in that moment.

It was so perfect that even when she pulled back, it only took you a second before you were chasing after her again. But this only earned you a giggle from the blonde. And as much as you wanted to be angry that you couldn't kiss her properly you couldn't find it in you when you saw her smile brake through.

The pair of you sit in a comfortable silence for a minute before her smile dampens a bit as her thumb traces a tear stain on your face.

"Your not a nobody Y/n" she says softly not leaving any room for argument. "Your someone special to a lot of people. Even if you don't realize it..." She bites her lip before continuing, "And from now on I'm going to make sure you know how much people care about you".

She kisses the crown of your head, "No matter how low you feel. I promise you you're never going to go through it alone. Not while I'm around".

You smile as you fixate on her eyes thinking back to that day the two of you had met up for a coffee. "Promise?"

She grins almost as if she's thinking of the exact same thing, which she is. Her eyes crinkle as you smiles and nods. "Promise".

"And I always keep my promises".

Hey guys. Sorry about the complete lack of updates recently. Everything is hitting me all at once and I'm super busy with everything. And if you couldn't tell from this update I haven't been feeling alright recently. So I decided to use it as inspiration really. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it. Hopefully I'll have more updates for you guys soon. Hope you have a good day!

[octuscle]

I went to my high school reunion and was reminded of how so many of these guys were the big cocky jocks. I wish I could go back and be a huge cocky teenage jock like they were.

It's 11:00 a.m. and the principle of your former high school is giving an incredibly boring speech on the occasion of the farewell ceremony for the current graduating class. And to the alumni who are celebrating the tenth anniversary of their graduation this year. So here's to you and your former classmates.

You let your gaze wander through the auditorium. Some of your classmates are still as hot as they were ten years ago. Others have let themselves go a little. Unfortunately, you are one of them. Yes, your expensive suit hides a lot. But you can't deny that you are even fatter and untrained than you were ten years ago.

Fuck, now this year's seniors are coming on stage to collect their diplomas. Did they spend all of high school in the gym. Your cock produces precum in greater quantity as you watch the studs pass by on stage. What would you give to get your diploma again.

After an hour, the ceremony is over. There is a reception for the graduates and the jubilarians. Actually, you shouldn't be here. It's only been nine years since you graduated. But there must have been a mistake with the invitations. And hey, some of the guys who had left high school a year before you were really hot, with some of them you had a flirt or a one night stand or two. Fortunately, no one asks you why you are here today. Basically, every alumni is allowed to come to the ceremony. And at least you receive a few compliments. Hehehe, the last year at the gym seems to be paying off. But it's about time, you weren't exactly sporty for long enough.

After an hour it starts to get boring. You haven't been to your hometown for ages. You drive to the mall and stroll through the shops. You were actually unsure whether you should go to the prom tonight. But somehow you would like to. Finally an occasion to buy a dinner jacket. Most of the shops look too expensive for you. Or nothing fits you. But it's 4 p.m. when you stand in front of the mirror of a plus-size men's clothing store. You've been lifting iron for five years. Every free minute. And it shows. And that makes buying suits really difficult. But you look fantastic in that dinner jacket. And luckily it's reasonably cheap. You're just out of college, so your money's not that loose yet. But now just one more coffee and then back home. You promised your parents to have dinner with them before you go to the ball.

Your parents are happy when you ring the doorbell at 6 pm. After the summer, you start your senior year at college. Your mother is already complaining that she won't see you again. And why you still don't have a boyfriend. And whether you would like to adopt children. After all, they want to have grandchildren. You smile and praise her cooking.

Around 20:00, dinner is over. Your father retires to the television with a cigar. Your mother tidies up the kitchen. And you go into the garage to the gym of your father and yourself. Before you go out today, you want to pump up your muscles. Some of your mates want to go to your high school prom later. You are glad that you finally closed this chapter a year ago. For the right training effect, you give yourself another shot. Since you started using anabolic steroids. you've become a beast.

22:00 hrs. Good workout. The guys will pick you up in half an hour. You could take a quick shower. But what for? First of all, you love the smell of fresh sweat after training. And secondly, you'll just be hanging out in the car park in front of the gym anyway, maybe blowing each other. And every once in a while, one of the high school seniors will surely come from the prom, smoke a cigarette with you, and maybe get a blowjob. Or give you a blowjob. Your cock is legendary with the juniors. You're really going to miss some of the seniors next year. But then you'll be a senior in high school and it'll be the year of your life.

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Would A Maushold Be A Good Pet?

The numbers say yes but... it's complicated. As you probably are aware, adopting a maushold doesn't mean adopting a pokémon: adopting a maushold means adopting three to four pokémon! For a lot of people, that's a pretty tall order. For some, it may not even be something they anticipated! A lot of tandemaus owners get caught off guard when their couple of furry friends becomes a bit more of a handful overnight! Thankfully, caring for a maushold isn't too difficult, if you have the right resources and know what you're doing.

As far as research into mausholds go, we don't actually know how they form. Many a tandemaus has become a maushold seemingly on a whim while their owner is out of the house, asleep, or otherwise occupied. Some speculate that becoming a maushold is just a part of a tandemaus' procreation, but it isn't that simple. The critters making up a maushold seem to not necessarily be family (Scarlet - Family of Four). Luckily, maushold numbers do seem to cap at four, so you needn't worry about any exponential population growth in your home!

Mausholds are, on the large, pretty low maintenance pets. In the wild, mausholds like to construct big (at least to them) dens with rooms designed for different purposes (Scarlet - Family of Three). The data is unclear on if there's a specific material that they need to build their dens in. I'd say your best option is providing them with a designated outdoor digging space, or perhaps something like a large ant-farm, in which to build a nest that they feel comfortable in. Keep an eye on your maushold, you never know what household items they may try to pilfer to help decorate or reinforce their dens!

Mausholds are not very dangerous. Most of their moves are relatively harmless, and they can even help you by cleaning up your living space of any harmful elements with Tidy Up! They know one move, however, with a massive penalty on their pet score: Super Fang. This moves cuts the HP of whatever it hits in half(!) Now, as I've said before, I'm not a doctor, but I have a hard time even imagining what it would be like to have my HP cut in half. It sounds pretty bad. Mausholds' signature move, Population Bomb, calls on the aid of other mausholds to attack targets. This move isn't as bad of a problem if there aren't a lot of mausholds around, so it's pretty contextual, but keep it on your radar. Mausholds are thankfully not very violent, only attacking in order to protect the little ones in their groups (Violet - Family of Four). As long as you make sure your pets feel safe and secure, the risk of getting Super Fanged is pretty low.

Whether you're an ambitious pet owner looking to take in a whole bundle of furry friends, or you're a tandemaus owner who woke up to one or two new faces this morning, a maushold would make a pretty good set of pets if you know how to take care of their needs. They're pretty low-key and even friendly: as long as they feel safe and have the space they need to build their nests, you shouldn't have any problems!

[magniloquent-raven]

eyes closed (i still see you)

(read on ao3)

The universe loves irony. That's all Eddie can think right now. This whole situation is like some cosmic fucking prank, and it might even be funny if he wasn't almost sure he won't survive the night.

He just had to take refuge in a closet, of all places.

In this closet. 

Coming to this stupid party was a bad idea. The first bad idea that spawned many other bad ideas that would end with him in the dark, crouched amid a pile of shoeboxes, his knee cramping and his heart in his mouth. 

He needed a little extra spending money and the rich kids that throw these shitty ragers are usually willing to pocket a dime bag or two. He made a tidy profit tonight, so there's that. He did what he came here to do. But he just couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut long enough to get out unscathed. 

So many idiots in this town. And all the beer sloshing around seems to make them testier than usual.

He's not proud of the fact that he straight up fled after one of Carver's buddies started throwing punches, but he sure as shit wasn't gonna stick around to get ganged up on by a bunch of angry hicks. Verbal sparring is more his speciality. 

If he was as smart as he likes to pretend he is he would've left the building entirely and gone to his van, but no, he had to skitter upstairs and find himself cornered in a guest bedroom, listening to frantic footsteps in the hallway. And then lock himself in the fucking closet.

He hadn't even had time to catch his breath when the bedroom door slammed open, clicked shut, and he started hearing…things. Happening. Things he definitely shouldn't be listening to because they're none of his business. 

Bodies moving around the room, crashing into furniture, heavy booted footsteps and shallow gasps getting closer and closer to his hiding place. 

He thought at first they were fighting. Thought maybe the commotion downstairs had started a chain reaction and people all around the house were getting into fist fights. There was certainly enough grunting and running into shit to make it sound like an altercation instead of…what's actually happening.

It didn't take long for the pair to slam into the wall next to the closet door, rattling its hinges, a thud and the scrape of someone sliding against drywall echoing in his tiny hiding place. 

And that's when he heard. Moaning. A tiny whine, muffled. The wet smack of lips colliding. 

Worst of all,

"Fuck," a voice, low, urgent, "Fuck, hurry up."

Billy Hargrove's voice. 

Billy fucking Hargrove is getting it on right outside Eddie's hiding place and if he makes a single noise this will be how he dies.

Billy is a goddamn menace and everyone knows it. He saw what Billy did to Steve Harrington's face. He's noticed how often Billy comes to school bruised up, with split knuckles. He is the last person Eddie would want to piss off, and Eddie doesn't consider many people off limits when it comes to that. Most people are fair game, as far as he's concerned. Carver and his sycophants might get rowdy once in a while but they think they're better than taking it further than that. 

Whereas Hargrove makes a habit of taking things further than that.

Eddie's only dealt with him directly a few times, sold him a handful of painkillers here and there, and he kept things as civil as possible.

But the thing is…Billy is also extremely pretty. 

Which makes this situation that much worse. 

'Cause if it was any other meathead Eddie could just plug his ears and wait it out, but…

Nooo. Nope. He's not thinking about. Anything. Nothing.

He's concentrating on how much his knee hurts. And how sweaty his palms are. He's focusing on breathing quietly, and trying to become one with the shadowy pile of coats to his right and the panelled wall at his back.

A belt buckle clinks. Rattles. Someone's scrabbling at Billy's zipper with clumsy fingers. 

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, like that'll help. 

An image forms, crystal clear in his mind. Blond curls tousled by desperate hands, red lips parted around a debauched groan, Billy leaning his head back against the wall he's pressed to, eyes half-lidded, eyelashes dark and heavy, pupils blown. He wets his bottom lip, watching Eddie fall to his knees—

Oh. No. This is bad.

This is very bad.

Billy makes a soft breathy noise, and Eddie feels it like a punch in the gut.

Fuck. Jesus Christ.

He stares at the ceiling. Resolutely ignoring the way his stomach tightens, heat coiling low in his abdomen. A flush spreads up his chest. His t-shirt is starting to stick to his back. 

He bites his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth. 

Then some very distinct noises start up on the other side of the door. Damp. Sucking noises. Billy's breathing goes ragged. 

The low burn simmering in Eddie's gut flares up in a burst of sparks tingling through his veins.

He never thought watching people get off was his thing, but suddenly he wants to peek outside so badly it fucking hurts. Aches. Tugs at his chest. His jeans feel too tight and he has to stuff his hands into his armpits to pin them to his sides. 

Jerking off right now would be weird and creepy and a terrible idea. 

He's made enough stupid decisions tonight, and he didn't narrowly escape getting his ass kicked for being mouthy only to get a beatdown for something infinitely worse. Everyone in Hawkins already thinks he's a freak, he doesn't need to prove them any more right. 

There's a limit to what kind of reputation he can have before people stop being willing to do business with him.

If he gets caught in here he's gonna be stuck wringing pennies out of Jonathan Byers' broke ass for the rest of his life. 

And that's best-case scenario. 

Worst-case scenario the rest of his life is the ten minutes it'll take for him to bleed out after Hargrove rips his dick off.

That thought is not as much of a boner-killer as it needed to be.

Who's out there with him, Eddie wonders. It could be��literally any girl at this party. Maybe Eddie will get lucky and it'll turn out Billy's getting blown by someone's girlfriend. At least then he'd have leverage. Mutually assured destruction. 

Or maybe it would just guarantee he gets the shit kicked out of him. Putting someone in a coma would be a surefire way to keep them quiet.

Christ, he's so fucked. 

Billy grunts again, not quite drowning out the sound of someone's gag reflex acting up. There's a muffled cough. And—

"Jesus, be more careful," Steven goddamn Harrington says, his voice hoarse but scolding.

Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth so fast he nearly loses his balance, wobbling in place and catching himself by leaning heavily against the back wall. His breath stutters against his palm, and his heartbeat is roaring in his ears. 

There's nothing in his brain but static. He can't have heard that right. He's missing something here. 

"Don't be such a pussy," Billy croons, his tone dripping with condescension. 

There's a quiet snort. "Whatever, dude. We can't all be professional cocksuckers."

Eddie swallows the hysterical laugh bubbling up in his throat.

"Fuck you." 

"Be nicer, or I'm leaving you to take care of this yourself."

They're flirting. This is them flirting. Suddenly all the stories he's heard about them getting into fights all over school take on a very different meaning. They're always at each other's throats, sweet-talking their way out of detention after they nearly killed each other on the basketball court or disrupted class with an unrelated argument. 

And apparently that was all foreplay for them. 

Somehow it makes perfect sense but it's also so out of left field he can't wrap his head around it.

"Aw, don't be like that, pretty boy. I'm on my best behaviour." 

"Sure you are." 

If Eddie didn't know any better he'd think Steve sounded fond. Which is almost more mind-boggling than the sex.

"C'mon, hurry it up, we've already been up here too long." 

Steve mumbles something Eddie can't hear. Something that makes Billy snicker. 

When they start up again it's so much harder to ignore.

It was one thing when it was Billy and some hypothetical girl. Half a fantasy that was miles out of reach despite only being a few inches of drywall away. As much as he was achingly curious and wetting himself over the idea of what was happening outside, he was able to keep that bit of distance that kept him quiet and seated. 

But now…now he's been swept out to sea. He's lost in it. The tingling warmth in his veins, pooling in his gut, under his jaw, the base of his spine, he's floating in it, struggling to breathe. The hand he's kept pressed to his mouth trembles. Twitches. He brushes the pads of his index and middle fingers along his bottom lip. 

Billy curses quietly, choked out and damn near reverent. Broken little syllables tumbling out of him with none of the bravado he usually cloaks himself in. It squeezes Eddie's whole chest, desire and something softer, something gentler but just as potent. 

He wraps his lips around his fingers experimentally, eyes falling shut, a nervous sort of tension thrumming through his stiff muscles. 

Liquid heat jolts through him when a tentative swipe of his tongue just so happens to coincide with a low groan on the other side of the door.

Billy's always carried himself with an alluring sort of confidence. Like interaction is a challenge. Like he knows exactly how hot he is and how much he can get away with because of it. 

And Eddie's always wondered what it would take to bring those walls down. Not to see what's underneath but just to prove it can be done. There's always been a part of him that's wanted to pick up that gauntlet Billy throws down every time he walks into a room. Everything about Billy and his stupid ostentatious persona made Eddie itch. Made him want to one-up him in some way, somehow. 

So there's something uniquely satisfying about hearing him whimper. Just once. A tiny, helpless little sound as he falls apart at the seams, undone by the touch of another man. There's something about it that lodges itself in Eddie's brain, burrowing into dark little corners. 

One fleeting moment and he's hooked. He wants to see it happen. He wants to make it happen. He wants to be the one putting Harrington on his knees and telling him exactly how to take Billy apart, piece by piece, leave him speechless and quivering, blue eyes hazy, pupils dark, sweat glistening on his chest. 

Eddie's free hand wanders downward to palm the front of his jeans. He shifts to press against it, just enough pressure to make his lungs catch and shudder. 

"I'm—fuck, Steve, I—" Billy's voice is barely more than a whisper, desperate and breathless and heartwrenchingly intimate. With one final half-swallowed groan the noises stop.

Holy shit, he finished. 

…Why is it so hot that it was that easy to make Billy Hargrove cum. 

Has he ever drawn it out, Eddie wonders. Has he ever had the time, the space. Been with someone who wouldn't give him everything he wanted right away. Made him beg for it instead.

"I gotta go," Steve says softly. There's the muted sound of a kiss pressed to bare skin. 

Billy hums. "Yeah."

Neither of them want to leave, it's obvious even without seeing their faces. But lingering could be dangerous. The vibrations from shitty music turned up too loud downstairs still rattles the walls, voices blend together into unintelligible noise. The party would've drowned them out unless someone had their ear to the door. But there's always the chance some other drunk, horny idiots would try to use the guest room. The longer they stay the more likely it is they'll get caught.

Eddie exhales slowly through his nose, tucking his hands back into his armpits. 

Shame prickles at him, settling sick and heavy in his stomach. Masturbater's remorse before he even had the chance to get off. 

They wanted a private moment alone. Something they likely don't get often. Eddie didn't have any right to his weird fantasies of involving himself in a relationship that isn't any of his business. 

He curls in on himself, resting his forehead on his knees. And waits.

They don't speak again. Eddie listens to the rustle of clothing, a zipper being pulled, and slow, almost hesitant footsteps. Minutes pass. All the tension and heat that kept his attention has bled away, leaving him with nothing to distract from how much his legs hurt, and the ache starting to press between his shoulderblades. 

Finally, the door creaks, and their footsteps fade into the background noise.

He counts out sixty seconds before daring to move, nudging the closet open just enough to peek out into the empty room.

His knees protest when he tries to stand, and he has to try a second time, slower.

How long was he even in there, goddamn.

The only hurdle left is pushing his way out the door somehow. Last time he was downstairs the crowd was too much and he had to book it up here instead.

He's planning his escape route when he steps out into the hallway, rubbing a sore spot on his shoulder, only to freeze with one foot still in the guest room.

They're not downstairs. 

They're right goddamn there.

Steve and Billy and some random fucking guy are standing at the top of the stairs, chatting the night away. Billy's leaning on the banister oh-so-casually, like he wasn't just getting his dick sucked, like there isn't a pink spot under his jaw that'll probably be a bruise tomorrow, like Steve isn't standing there with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, eyes wandering Billy's face, bottom lip between his teeth, not a single subtle bone in his fucking body, oh god—

Billy locks eyes with Eddie, and all the colour drains from his face. He's never seen genuine fear on Billy Hargrove before. Wide-eyed, tense-shouldered, deer-in-the-headlights terror. He blinks and Billy's schooled his features into something resembling neutrality, but the image has already branded itself on the inside of his eyelids. It takes a couple seconds for his heart to start beating again, tripping all over itself in its panic.

Steve saw it too, no doubt. Suddenly he's glancing between Billy and Eddie and his expression is so locked down Eddie can't tell what he's thinking but it's definitely not good.

And random basketball guy doesn't notice a goddamn thing. He just keeps waving his solo cup around, 'cause he has no idea he's standing in the blast zone of a fucking timebomb.

He'll have to walk past them to leave. 

This is the worst moment of his fucking life. And that's a high bar.

He manages to get his legs working again. Somehow. Walking has never felt so unnatural. Jerky, awkward movements propelling him forward. He's not sure what to do with his hands. Or his face. How many times has he blinked since he started walking? Why do his shoulders factor into this whole process? What are they supposed to be doing?

He's a couple steps away from slipping past them when random guy notices him, and his brow furrows. "Hey!" He turns to yell over the landing's railing, at the party at large, "Hey, the freak's up here!" 

Fuck.

Time to run.

**

He wakes up the next day with a headache.

Turns out it is difficult to outrun people who actually exercise regularly. So not only did he leave the party more broke than he was when he went in, but the only thing he had to show for the whole ordeal was a split lip and a bigger target on his back. 

Fucking assholes. Can't take a joke.

Thankfully, Uncle Wayne wasn't around when he stumbled in at 3am, he doesn't want to have to explain how he got the shit kicked out of him. Again. The old man's dealing with enough as it is. And he always gets this fucking sad look on his face that hurts worse than the bruises. 

He buries his face in his pillow and groans. 

The front door rattles as someone slams their fist into it. Repeatedly.

What the fuck.

Is that what woke him up?

Does the basketball team make house calls now? He can't think of any reason why someone would be knocking on his door right now. The shitheads he sells to on the regular know not to come to the trailer park looking for anything, and his bandmates don't wake up this early on Saturdays. 

He's contemplating whether to get up or not when the knocking stops. Guess that answers that.

Only thirty seconds of blissful quiet later it starts up again. At the back door. Which is way closer to his bedroom and way more fucking annoying.

He drags himself out of bed, scratching his thigh only to realize he's still wearing his jeans from last night. Gross. Whatever.

He flicks the blinds open to check who's out there only to yelp and jump back like they burned him.

It's Billy.

Billy is at his place. Looking angry. 

"I can fucking see you, asshole, open the door."

Shit.

Shit.

"What's in it for me?" He winces as the words come out of his mouth. That…feels like the wrong thing to say. 

Eddie rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. They're still dry and gummy with sleep, he's maybe not operating at peak efficiency right now.

"You open the door and I don't bust your windows, how's that."

"...Alright, fair enough."

Fuck, now he kinda regrets not seeing Wayne last night. He wants to tell his uncle he loves him one more time before he fucking dies.

The lock sticks, like it always does, and he has to ram the door with his shoulder a couple times to wiggle it loose.

Billy crosses his arms, shoving past Eddie the second the door squeaks open. 

It's weird having him in the trailer. Being stuck in the cramped hallway, shoulders brushing the walls, with no choice but to be in each other's space. He never really noticed that Billy's a couple inches shorter than him. Or that he has tiny, faded freckles on his nose. 

Really not the time.

Eddie clears his throat and turns away to hip-check the door closed, leaning into it with two hands on the latch just to make sure it stays put. And to look busy for an extra couple seconds.

 "So, uhh." Eddie tries to run his fingers through his hair but his getting caught on tangles. Gnarly bedhead is the least of his worries right now, but it's on his mind anyways. "What brings you here?"

He sneaks a glance at Billy when he doesn't get a response. Billy chews on the inside of his cheek, adjusting his elbows til his arms are folded so tightly it looks uncomfortable. 

Jesus Christ, is he nervous? 

Why wouldn't he be, right, Eddie knows something that could ruin his entire life. But it's still…weird. He seemed so fired up when he was outside but now that they're face to face Eddie can see the cracks in his mask.

"You know why I'm here," he says eventually, unexpectedly quiet.

"Actually I was pretty sure you were here to murder me, but now I'm starting to have doubts."

Billy blinks at him. Just once, thrown off balance for a split second before he huffs, frustrated. "I should, you know. I should just fucking kill you and be done with it. I don't need this shit, not…" he trails off, his expression pinched. 

When Billy reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket, Eddie thinks for one stupid, terrifying moment that he's gonna pull out a weapon and actually murder him. 

But instead he produces a wad of bills, stuck together with a paperclip, and flicks it at Eddie's chest. He just barely catches it, fumbling for an embarrassing few seconds while Billy watches, unimpressed. 

"Are you…" Eddie squints at the money clutched in his fist, and starts again with an incredulous laugh, "Are you trying to buy my silence?"

A muscle in Billy's jaw twitches. He jerks his chin towards the cash. "Took it from Andy after you ran off."

What.

He looks a little closer, flipping through tens, wrinkled singles, that one twenty Chance drew tits on. It's…all the money he made last night. All of it. Every dollar those assholes shook out of his pockets while he was bleeding on the ground. 

Holy shit.

Wait, this is definitely a bribe.

Which, if he's being honest, wouldn't normally bother him, but in this situation just feels wrong. Giving the money back isn't an option—it was his in the first place—but taking it still makes his stomach twist. 

Eddie runs his free hand down his face, stopping to rub his mouth. The scab crusted on his chin throbs a little.

"Thanks," he says slowly. 

Billy doesn't react. 

Okay.

Eddie lets out a tiny breath to ground himself. "I didn't mean to, uh. Overhear. You two." Off to a bad start, Billy's posture goes rigid. But he presses on, hoping that clearing the air will help in the long run. And not get him punched in the short term. "I didn't, it was just. Wrong place, wrong time. And honestly, man, my plan was to just pretend I was never there in the first place, I swear."

He shrugs helplessly. "You guys don't have anything to worry about. Not from me."

There's a very long, awkward pause. Billy hardly moves, and doesn't look away for a second, pinning him in place with narrowed eyes. "I don't know you, Munson. Why should I trust you."

Christ, he really didn't want it to come to this. But he's floundering trying to come up with anything else to say. He rubs the back of his neck, and sighs. "Communal solidarity?" 

"What."

"'Cause I'm also a flaming queer." Well. At least it was slightly more delicate than how he came out to his uncle.

Billy rocks back on his heels, eyebrows shooting up. "Oh."

He looks genuinely disarmed, and this time it doesn't go away the second Eddie blinks.

God, he is fucking cute isn't he.

"So, are you and Harrington, like." Eddie taps two fingers together. "An official thing, orr…?"

Billy flushes pink. A pretty, pretty pink, in adorable little splotches across his nose and cheeks. It's way too fun to see him like this, Eddie almost doesn't care if he's already dating someone. "I…" He rubs his cheek, like he's trying to scrub away the blush. "Don't know," he mumbles.

Well. That's interesting. 

"Maybe, uh. Lemme know when you figure it out."

Billy snorts, a flicker of a real smile brightening his face. "Yeah. Maybe."

He can work with that.

~~tag list 💕 @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

[thesissyhomemaker]

Every home is balanced when there's the strong male guidance and the gentle feminine touch exist together.

Boys that become feminized, either on their own volition or the guiding hand of a parent or significant other, need to pay especially close attention to how they maintain their feminine appearance, attitude, and touch. Your icky-male side may creep in from time to time! Following strict rules and guidance is essential. Cis girls do not generally need to follow these rules, as it comes instinctively to them, but you should definitely keep them in mind.

Hormones. This is the most essential thing. As soon as you are able, get on hormones. The sooner, the better. Even if all you are able to do is microdose, do it, as you can hide those changes for a long time.

Chastity cage. You should stay locked. There are some girls who don't, or don't consistently, but that's just inviting your boy side to creep back in. Find a high quality cage, give the keys to your husband, and stay locked. Staying locked will help keep you in a feminine and submissive mindset, and you should only be unlocked for hygenie and medical issues - and even then it should be a last resort.

There are a lot of terrible men out in the world - no doubt about that. But when you find a good one, you'll know it as his masculinity will make you look and feel more feminine by comparison. It's also not going to be a forced masculinity, but a gentle, confident manliness - not fake dominance, but subtle, assured charge of the home and relationship. By comparison, your femininity won't be forced, but will just be.

Feminine clothing. Not just a crop top here or there: dresses and skirts primarily. No pants or shorts. Again, cis girls can wear jeans or shorts, but you need to make an extra effort to be feminine. Plus, the feel of air through your dress and over your shaved legs goes a long way in the feminine feel. Take pride in your closet, and always look your best! It's also more economical and more endearing to make a lot of your own clothing, if possible. A sewing machine is a must have!

Underwear. Panties, obviously, preferably with lace. Bra's are also essential, even if you haven't grown breasts yet. If you have grown breasts, make sure it's a push up bra and that your cleavage is regularly visible. You are not to wear any kind of sports bra's or bralettes, unless it has underwire. No fetish wear either - you are to wear actual, substantive ladies' underwear. Lace and cute prints is essential. Take pride in your appearance, under and over!

Corsets. This deserves a post all of it's own, and unfortunately out of fashion, wearing a corset is vital for you. Not intermittently, but it ought to be an everyday part of your wardrobe. Nothing excruciatingly tight, but it should maintain your figure and help you move with feminine grace. Like I said before, I'll get into this on a separate post but a quality corset should not be uncomfortable and certainly shouldn't make you faint - it should be gentle, unyielding support and structure to your body.

Makeup. This is another way you need to distinguish yourself. Your daily makeup ought to be very considerable, and include extra touches such as fake lashes, glitter, blush, etc. Do your best to make sure no one outside of your husband sees you without your makeup done, and even he should not see you without it often. Take time during your day to practice different touches to your makeup when your husband is off at work, and always be made up and well dressed for his return home.

Cleanliness. Even if you don't have a husband or a boyfriend yet, it's worth keeping your living space very tidy and particular. If you invite a boy over and he sees that your home is a wreck - clothes and objects strewn about - what will he think of your potential as a wife? No matter what your situation is now, do your best to keep your living area tidy. Makeup organized, your clothes on hangers, surfaces dusted. It will help you have a clearer and less cluttered mind, too.

Housework. That's not all being a homemaker is, but it is worth considering. It's not just cleaning the house, although you should maintain your house with particularness. It's about brightening the home so that your husband and yourself always look forward to returning to the comfort of your living space. For example: rather than buying couch pillows online, sew them yourself. Pour over home and garden magazines to get inspiration on how to make your living space warm and inviting for you, your husband, and your guests.

Food. Again, not everything about being a homemaker is chores, and cooking certainly can become a pleasure. Your husband and family deserve home cooked meals, but most of all - you deserve them too. What's healthy for your husband is healthy for you! Take pride in the taste and appearance of your cooking. Also, being the homemaker does not mean your husband dominates in every way - the kitchen is your domain, and the menu is your call! Of course, if your husband has favorites or mentions he's hungry for something, prioritize it - but mainly, it's you. Do remember that during the daily meals, you ought to restrict your meals to dainty small dishes to sustain your energy through the day, but nothing more - with emphasis on vegetables, soy, etc.

Intimacy. Again, this isn't everything, but following your husband's lead is hugely important. Also remember, that his satisfaction comes first. He may enjoy seeing you be satisfied as well, but focus on him, and learn to anticipate his needs!

[spotsandsocks]

@elvensorceress Hi Jen, Happy birthday my lovely. I hope the day is fun and kind to you, bringing many good things your way.

I’ve just scribbled down a little offering to lay at your feet as a gift, inspired by your wonderful talent and gifts to the world of Demi!eddie fics. I’ll tidy it up and send to ao3 too as a gift to you but for now please forgive any typos or errors. Hope you enjoy this mini ficlit. You’re so inspirational I even have a title without having to think about it so please enjoy 683 words of 💕🌸An Unexpected Love🌸💕

There he goes again, walking past with a smile and for fuck’s sake this time a wink.

It’s really not fair. He shouldn't have to suffer like this. Except Eddie knows life isn’t really meant to be fair. If it was he wouldn’t be having a prolonged existential crisis about his best friend.

And if life was fair it wouldn’t be getting worse.

He’s never been one to lose his head over a pretty face, male or female. He’s never understood that instant burst of attraction or the sudden desire that seems to take over some people. Sure some people look nice enough, pretty eyes, kind smile, technically attractive in all the right ways that people tend to agree on the concept.

Buck looked absolutely normal the first time he met him. Nothing special, just a guy, a stroppy frat boy type guy actually, then he became a nice guy, pleasant looking, a good partner and then he became a fucking miracle, something he never thought he’d have in his life. A friend, a partner, someone to have his back and he looked like every desire Eddie didn’t know he had.

It took years but one day he’d looked and he’d realised that Buck was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and he keeps getting more attractive too, year after year the more special he becomes the more attractive he gets.

Right now, he’s fucking gorgeous and Eddie wants him in a way he’s really not used to. He remembers feeling like this with Shannon at the start but it didn’t last as long, all their problems washed the feelings away.

He’s wanted Buck for so long now and it shows no signs of stopping. Sometimes he thinks he’s used to it. Sometimes. Except he forgets; when he’s away from Buck for a little while he forgets how much he likes his face and so when he sees him again he has to go through this whole fluttery business of taking in his face remembering all over again, how much he loves him, wants him, feel his heart skip and his stomach flip. It’s really quite unfair, he’s far too old and sensible for this kind of thing.

Buck’s on the other side of the room right now looking fucking edible and smiling at him with a look in his eye that been getting more obvious.

Eddie stares back, god he’s staring right back and he can’t hide it anymore. He doesn’t even want to.

Buck cocks his head, holding his eyes and his smile twists, and then he chuckles softly and he blushes!

God Damn it he’s blushing and that is too much. One man can’t be allowed to be that pretty and not get kissed.

Buck looks like he wants to get kissed. Like he wants to get kissed by Eddie.

Eddie stomach flips on a cocktail of desire and hope and love. Shit he’s far too old for this nonsense. Buck’s looking at him like he’s waiting, has been waiting for something forever.

So Eddie’s feet decide enough is enough and that he’s far too old to wait any longer either. He crosses the room towards an unexpected love that came into his life and stayed and now he gets to have and keep it forever.

It’s hard to believe he got so lucky but he did because Buck is moving too. His friend, his love, knows him so well that he sees the decision on his face and just like he always has Buck knows just what he needs and meets him halfway.

They reach each other in the middle of the room and his beloved idiot smiles with his lip caught between his teeth and says hi.

Eddie’s never wanted anything more and he can have it.

He reaches out and pulls Buck close with a sigh of relief and Buck leans into the kiss with very satisfying enthusiasm and just like the first day he looked at his best friend and realised he was unexpectedly in love with him the world changes and becomes a little bit better

[voidendron]

Varkhal's Droids

Var has decided he loves droids and tinkering on/building them. In another life, he probably would have been a droid engineer, or at least repaired them for a living...

Most of his droids, he builds himself. Only exception is its service droids.

When he was a kid, he'd name his attempts at droids after various type of flora. Now as an adult, he names them after flowers, and has the flower of their namesake engraved somewhere on them to combine his two interests.

Koboh (no serial number, experimental model)

she/it

I...don't think I need to say much about Koboh at this point lol. She's his primary service droid, modeled after a varactyl. She has multiple functions and alerts that focus around Var's breathing issues and need for immunosuppressants.

there's more detailed info on her here

She's very aloof and ignores other people when working (though will start hissing and pushing people if they're in her way or getting in her face while it's performing its job). However, Var can "dismiss" her, essentially putting her into an "off-duty" mode. In this mode, programming intended to somewhat mirror an actual varactyl activates; it becomes curious, and may attempt to climb things that it deems sturdy enough to support its weight.

Not built by Var, but the research and construction was funded by him. A Koboh spiker is engraved on top of her head.

TZ-9947 - "Bluebell"

it/its

Above link gives more detailed info. In short: Intended for use when Koboh can't follow Var somewhere. It carries immunosuppressants, and monitors things like his blood oxygen levels via the implant in his skull.

It's a very basic drone, with little room in its processors for personality outside of its primary function.

Not built by Var, was made at the same time as Koboh to go with her. A bluebell squish is engraved on its storage compartment.

R0-O0 - "Roo"

(R-zero - oh-zero)

they/it

Modeled after a basic Huttese protocol droid. They're programmed as a pilot, as Var has no idea how to fly a ship or shuttle and probably shouldn't be allowed to drive a speeder, either.

Roo is very polite and proper, though sarcastic quips have been known to sneak from them on occasion, usually in response to someone saying/doing something foolish. It was the first droid Var built after recovering from his injuries.

There's a rurylis flower engraved on their chest, in the place a brooch might be were they to wear a suit. Roo is the only Hutt-related droid in his collection, he didn't leave Nar Shaddaa much for quite a while after recovering, so it was easier to get those parts.

D9-T3 - "Zeilla"

it/its

Astromech with water sprinkler and hose upgrades, and a built-in scanner. Var loves live plants - and frankly has far too many to take care of by himself. So he built a droid to help him with watering them; its scanner also allows it to track the plants' health so it can inform Var if anything is wrong with any of them.

It has a zeilla flower engraved on its topper. Like many astromechs, it can be a sarcastic little shit. If it's feeling particularly mischievous, it's been known to use its sprinkler to spray water at someone (usually Var).

6V-A4 - "Van"

they/it

Modeled after an Imperial protocol droid. They keep Var's home tidied up. He's not a particularly messy person, but Van makes sure things are dusted, informs him if any repairs are needed etc. They also keep track of the other household droids, functioning as "in command" of them when Var is gone.

They have a vanserv flower engraved on their chest, in the place a brooch would be. They're very polite, if often seeming stressed, mostly about what the other droids are doing.

CV-4 - "Wick"

she/it

Wick is a medical droid, and one of the few that Var carefully followed a manual for the construction of. He has a hard time trusting anything other than a droid with his medical care for a long time due to body image issues and not wanting anyone to see his face or transplant scars. So, he built Wick so that he wouldn't have to deal with it.

There's a candlewick flower engraved in the middle of her chest. She's somewhat grouchy, constantly sounding tired and Done With Shit.

She's somewhat retired after Var begins trusting Res and Asamta with his medical-related things. But she still keeps his medbay tidy, and both Res and Asa are noted as able to give her orders, so they can request her help with something if they need it.

Zinny (no serial number)

he/it

Based off an explorer droid model, Zinny was the first (functioning) droid Var ever built. He's clunky and slow compared to other explorers, with a limp that Var has never been able to figure out how to correct without completely rebuilding part of him.

He doesn't have a proper function, having been intended as a way for Var to attempt building a functioning droid instead of a lifeless chassis that wouldn't turn on. Instead he serves more as a companion, as Var's home was incredibly lonely.

A zinthorn is very crudely carved into the top of his head. Zinny is very cheerful and curious, though shy of strangers. When Var stayed with his mother while recovering, he found Zinny shut down in a box in his old room, and took the little droid with him when he got his own place.

[stupid-boy-here]

Look who's back, after who knows how Long, and ofc here we are with a writing. Once again, English isn't my first lenguaje so the probability there are errors in the writing is high, any criticism is appreciated

Sweet like her lips

I'm not someone that can be called fond of gourmet food, sure it's good and whatnot but it just wasn't part of my liking.

Aswell that I have never understood why people were willing to pay so much for something that might not even be of their taste, something new each week must be exhausting. But I guess everyone has their own special way of living.

Yet, lately it has become a habit of my boss to give me leftovers. The first time he did it, it turned out to be weird.

I thought he hated my guts after all but I think it was just the pressure I felt during my first days.

It's a demanding job after all, being the only waiter in a place that could be called “popular” and often looked at by critics, but I managed, and somehow I ended up liking the job.

I had planned to leave after a week, I just needed money to treat my…”girlfriend” to a dinner date and win her again but all my attempts went into the trash.

Not a single call answered, I wanted to try again but, even I know a limit to my actions.

So I stopped and decided to continue working there.

It had good pay and my boss seemed more…gleeful than before, at least less grumpy, which was a surprise, considering how on the edge he has been the last few days.

He also has become more insistent on me trying his food, see how it tastes.

So i did and, well, it was somewhat bland

A little too simple in my opinion, something that's clearly not made for someone else and while, it's…good, it wasn't something I was super excited about.

And I guess Vincent noted that he became quieter for a day or two before inviting me to go to his place for a piece of steak.

He assured me it was special and made specially for me, so my curiosity began to peak.

So, I went there and it was a nice place. I have seen it before but I never had the chance to actually take a good look at it. It was a good apartment, even if the design could have been better.

When I arrived at the kitchen it was rather dirty, something surprising considering how usually neat and tidy Vince is in the kitchen, but I attempted to not look too forward to it.

When I sat down and in front of me Vince placed a plate with a rather good looking steak, and well i took a bite. The meat was so soft it almost surprised me the way I could just slide the knife in. It had a sweet smell and well, the taste was sweet and savory, it had what I would call a perfect balance.

It reminded me of her, of her sweet voice and those lips of hers, lips that always had a hint of honey in them

That's when I saw Vincent smiling at me, he explained how the whole process was made and why it made the dish so special.

It certainly was tastier than anything I have eaten from him before.

.

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.

.

.

It shouldn't have been, i shouldn't have trusted him, i should have left when i could, i should have seen something was wrong when she didn't respond. I felt sick

My stomach became a mess and I just couldn't hold it in anymore, so I puked whatever remains of Manon were left in my stomach.

I felt the stomach acid sting my nose and my tongue.

My stomach was growling, it was empty now after all.

That's why he was smiling so much at me, that's why it was specially for me and me only.

That's why he waited until my shift was over to invite me over his home

Making me feel safe, making me feel like I should trust him.

But he wasn't smart enough, it's far too obvious… Or maybe he was smart enough and he wanted to play with me.

Mess with me and torture me, why else would he keep her bloody clothes around? Why would he not keep his kitchen clean?

Why else would he make it clear what he has done?

I feel dirty.

I am dirty.

I deserve to die.

He deserves to die.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Melodía nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’m ready! One question though… what are stairs… and what’s a room?”

After Hiccup helps her up the stairs (though she does almost tumble a few times) she looks around the room in awe. She stumbles over to his bed, wrapping the fur on it around herself and giggling, kicking her feet happily. “So this is where you sleep? It’s cozy.” Her golden eyes roam the walls, looking at all of the plans and drawings he had hanging up. “Did you make those? They’re beautiful…” The girl then eyes his desk, where some of his tools and inventions are splayed out. She seems to take interest to them immediately. “What are those?”

Before helping her up the stairs, he dashed to his room to tidy things up a little. He spread a fresh fur blanket on the wooden bed, and straightened up some of the tools he had before going back downstairs.

Getting her up the stairs was a bit of a challenge, the steps were on the steeper side.

He kept her closer to the wall, the area on the other side was wide open, so Toothless stood on the lower floor, ready to catch them in the event they both tumbled down.

"So, I know you can't say the specific conditions of the deal you made, but...is there a time limit of some sort?" He needed to know how long they had, and see if there's other ways they can work around that silencing thing.

Glancing at the papers, he nodded. "I did, yeah...I've been working on a lot of different things, actually..."

"Oh!" Making his way over to his desk, he sat in the chair, turning it so he could face her. "These are my projects. I'm working on perfecting my flight suit, so I can stay aloft in case I get separated from Toothless in the air. It's almost done, it just needs a few tweaks."

He held up a cone shaped object. "This is my spyglass, it's great for seeing things clearly that are far away."

He went on to show her a few other things he'd made, before realizing.

"Oh, uh...my dad, he'll be back any minute, we--we shouldn't be in here by ourselves, it's not...well, let's just say it's easy to misinterpret. Why don't we get you back downstairs?"

[mrsnancywheeler]

Here is my little context thing: this is the worry of Antigone re-written. The thing with classical Greek theater is that you know the tragedy is going to happen, you just wait for it. In this re-write Antigone knows she is going to die….and this monologue is the lead of the Chorus speaking after Antigone is arrested.

“So there we are. The spring is wound up nice and tight. That's what's good about tragedy. The slightest touch of a fin-ger, the flick of a feather will set it off. Anything will do. A glance at a girl on the street, a need, a sudden need for respect one morning when you wake up. Or in the evening one question too many, the one you shouldn't have asked. That's all it takes. The tiniest spark and the fuse is lit. And the rest is ... well, tragedy. You just sit back and watch it go. It's a well-oiled machine in perfect working order. It's been up and running since the beginning of time. Death is part of it, and so is betrayal. So is despair. And hard by are storms and outbursts and silences. Silences of every kind. That silence at the very end when the executioner's axe is at the top of its swing, that silence at the very beginning when two lovers are naked for the first time in the darkness of their room when neither of them dares move a muscle. And that silence when a huge crowd is acclaiming the winner, so loud and sudden that it's suddenly silent, like a film that's lost its soundtrack. All those mouths wide open with nothing coming out. All that clamor that becomes merely a picture, an image. And in the middle, all alone, the victor, beaten down by his own silence. It's neat, tragedy, neat and tidy. And relaxing, in a funny sort of way. Now drama's different, drama's something else. Mustachioed villains, damsels in distress, dashing young heroes, last minute revelations. She didn't have to drink that poison, he could have rushed in five minutes earlier with the police in tow. Tragedy's calm. There are no sudden surprises. And it promotes a sort of team spirit among the protagonists. They're all in it together, you see. He who kills is as innocent or as guilty as the vic-tim. It's all a question of what part you play. So ultimately tragedy is almost restful, because you know there's no hope, and there's nothing more unsettling than hope, is there? And you know that when you're caught, you're caught ... like a rat in a trap. And when the weight of all of heaven is on your back, all you can do is cry out. And I don't mean moan or whine or whimper, I mean really cry out, really heave your guts to heaven. And what you say is whatever you have to say. It's probably nothing you've ever said before or even known before, and has absolutely no effect whatsoever ... except this. That perhaps you hear it, you hear it for the first time and perhaps you learn. In drama people struggle and argue because there's a possibility of escape. It's a practical choice and actually rather vulgar. In tragedy to argue is noble, it's kingly and, let's face it, there's not a lot else you can do.”

I think the idea of knowing something is doomed but still fighting for it is so Finnick and his sweet girl. Also the calmness is the routine the two have created together. Also the idea that there is “nothing more unsettling than hope” because that’s so them! I mean when they broke up she literally said “don’t say that, it makes me love you more”

Anyway this was long like damn. Sorry yall im a Greek mythology girlie at my heart.

-🌾anon

please I love this, my tragic pookies, things were always gonna end badly: he lives a life without her or she's forced to kill, to betray, to face every hardship possible, conway has to die so her and finnick can be together, but that's still not enough. the capitol keeps taking, war keeps taking, coin keeps taking, basically shit is doomed

[pro-penlicker]

taking a break from thinking about the hamster to bring you this.

siblings help return a prince to his homeland but the brother and prince fall in love along the way

names (their temp) prince - Saffron brother - Camille sister - Heather

Early Days

Saffron was found in the forest by the siblings' aunt. The aunt was confused and concerned about how a small child ended up in the woods all alone. She quickly took the child in, intending on dropping him off at her sister's place since the aunt had no clue on how to raise a child.

it took two years for her to reunite with her sister, dropping the child off and leaving as quickly as she arrived.

The siblings' mother found it difficult to introduce Saffron to her kids, while her daughter, Heather, was shy, her youngest son was even shyer. Heather quickly took to the new kid though, instantly befriending him. It took Camille a long time to warm up to Saffron though. Their mother often had to watch where she was stepping, afraid of tripping over her quiet son.

not to come out of the more writing type of rambling, idk how to explain this next part in a neat and tidy way hehe Camille was slow with warming to Saffron, like couldn't be in the same room as him alone type of slow. Camille didn't like Saffron at all

which in my opinion is hilarious cause of their future dynamics hehe

i think the aunt and mother knew that Saffron was a noble of some kind, or at least not from their region. how did they know he was royalty..? eh??

tbf it'd be a bit too crazy for them to know his actual origins, all they knew is that someone threw the poor kid into the forest and left.

As the kids grew older, so did she, and eventually it was time for her to pass on. It was difficult for the mother to leave her two kids alone but she knew that they would be safe, Saffron deemed himself worthy. Though not worthy enough to bare the family's curse. No... That responsibility belonged to her youngest.

after their mother's death, the siblings decide it's time to follow the path (oohhhh spooky loreeee) and enjoy being independent adults! Saffron comes with them because well, he doesn't have anywhere else to go lmao

The trio eventually find their way out of the woods and enter a abandoned village. Camille doesn't have a good feeling about it.

C: "Maybe we shouldn't enter the rotting buildings?"

H: "You're overreacting Cami, it's perfectly safe! Look some birds are nesting on there"

C: "That's because they weigh nothing"

Sibling banter aside, Camille's worry is validated as Saffron notices something in the distance. He pulls the siblings aside when those somethings, people? approach the village.

Saffron isn't sure if they are actually people or something else but whatever the case. They have to escape, as quickly and quietly as possible. Which is easy when your two best friends are half the size of you.

Oh... There's plot in this rot

i'm really jinxing myself with that tag huh

So Heather's a very light-hearted and often cheerful person. She tries to find the best in everything and everyone even if it means coming off as a little bit... light in the head. I like characters who are goofy lil idiots but will beat shit up if they have the chance... uhhh there's a proper term for that trope, i can't think of it rn.

If Camille's the brain, then Heather is the brawn. and Saffron is there to be sexy.

but yeah, those people-looking things aren't people and are actually manifestations of the corruption, which is the big bad sadge of this story.

the corruption is related to the family curse i mentioned earlier. the curse is currently infecting Camille's left arm and is slowly creeping up his neck. He keeps his left arm bandaged up and often keeps it covered by his cloak. Attempting to keep it a secret from his sister and friend. Though Heather is aware of the family's curse and the fact that her brother is carrying on it's legacy. She isn't aware of how bad it's gotten yet.

Saffron isn't aware of the curse at all. He just knows that Camille is carrying on something precious to the family.

this is the part where i mention that the siblings aren't entirely human.

not really sure of Saffron realizes that he's royalty and more specifically the lost prince of a distant land. probably a tangled moment where he connects all the dots and it's just oh that missing kid he's me

Saffron's homeland is probably in a dire situation. probably infected by the corruption, slowly being consumed by the darkness.

whatever the case Saffron realizes that he needs to go home and help his people.

He considers asking the siblings for help but realizes that by doing that, they'll nolonger follow the path. and he remembers their mother telling them what happens if they don't follow it.

Heather eventually pieces together what's happening as well and decides to help Saffron go home. It doesn't matter if she doesn't follow the path, helping Saffron save his people is more important. and maybe along the way they can find a way to destroy the corruption.

Saffron is happy that Heather is willing to help but he's unsure as to what Camille thinks. Ever since his mother's death, Camille had been acting different. While he still acts the same around Heather, being a worrywart about his older sister, Saffron can tell that there's some kind of barrier keeping him from getting closer to the other man.

why have a normal friendship between guys when you can have childhood friends to whatever the fuck is happening between Saffron and Camille.

i should probably go eat and do my chores, ty for reading this ramble and if you have any questions, your welcome to ask :) i'm gonna jinx myself hard

[ladyinbooks]

What's the longest fight(s) Samiel and Jay have had after they got together, both serious and non-serious ones, and how long did they take to make up (Also how they made up and how many people Samiel harrased in the meantime 😂)

Oooh good question lovely anon!

I think the longest fight (excluding Mas-Hain 🤣) is probably not long after they both settle on Elysium. This is because they're having to learn how to live with each other, not just lurch from one crisis to the next, and both of them struggle to slow down a little. What that means is that there's a period where, despite the love - probably because of it - they irritate one another spectacularly.

I think the longest non-serious row comes after Jay leaves clothes scattered all over the floor again (he can be untidy), and Samiel just snaps. And of course it's not really about the clothes, it's about the fact he's struggling to find his place in this brave new world, and still discovering things about living with Jay, and he's anxious and stressed and a little terrified that in spite of everything, now they're together, Jay will find that actually he doesn't really like Samiel and he'll leave him. And Samiel is trying to work through all of that, and Jay just wont pick. up. his. damn. clothes.

They spend a week not talking to one another (with Samiel passively aggressively tidying things away so Jay can't find them). They make up because Jay starts to put his clothes away, and then Samiel has a little bit of a breakdown, and there is a lot of cuddling and some firmer boundaries around talking to one another.

As for the longest and most serious - I think it comes when Jay consciously politically meddles a bit too much when he shouldn't have, and ends up in trouble when he didn't need to be. Samiel is apoplectic about the situation, and after he reassures himself that Jay is alright, he needs space. So much space. So he can be angry and hit things and pick fights without it causing permanent damage to his relationship with Jay. So he goes to Hird (who immediately takes his side and spends the next three weeks sending increasingly hostile messages to Jay for upsetting her best friend Samiel temporary tenant).

Ultimately they reconcile because Samiel calms down enough to have a rational conversation, and Jay (in spite, or perhaps because, of Hird's messages) spends some time actually self-reflecting and realises that maybe, just maybe, he should be factoring in the fact he is one half of a pair now, and even if he wants to meddle, putting himself in danger also puts Samiel in danger. (Hird doesn't let him see Samiel the first two times he asks, and when he tracks the 'Banshee' down, she spends the first ten minutes glaring so hard at him it's a surprise to everyone that Jay doesn't spontaneously combust.)