#tomorrow i get to actually get out and do stuff. like. practical physical stuff

[albatris]

I am efficient I am capable I am persistent I am smart I am going to do a good job at work tomorrow

[pia-nor481]

I can do it better

Max verstappen x reader smut 18+

3.6k words

She was sat on their-her bedroom floor trying to recollect herself when a loud knock to the front door broke her out of the state she was in. Her eyes were red and cheeks painted with tears. Hoping that the knocking would stop she continued to stare at herself in the full length mirror opposite her hunched over body. Evidently, it didn't stop, she practically shouted the person behind the door to wait a minute. In the mean time, she stumbled up, pulling a shirt over her body and rushing to the bathroom, in hope of cold water freshening her face up; Although it was hard to look presentable at this given time. She could barely stay up her two feet while walking towards the front door. She didn't know where her things were, phone definitely blowing up with her friends asking how her night went, even if they got a hold of her, she wouldn't answer, they'd had enough of her complaints of her love life.

Once she reached the door handle, she opened it a crack, trying to avoid her body being seen. "Sorry to just turn up but my flight leaves tomorrow and you weren't answering, and need some of my stuff before I go." Max was a pretty observant person, he had to be; so nothing slipped past him. "You open the door like this for all the men who knock?" He joked lightly, knowing she often took what he said in jest. He looked back up to her face when there was no further comment. "No, what's up? I can tell something is wrong." He said letting himself into her flat, placing his keys and phone on the counter next to hers, he saw the ample amount of WhatsApp notifications. "Come on, you can tell me what happened." It was so obvious that max still cared for her. Their relationship was always messy. They fought constantly, it started as little things; the floors not being cleaned properly or a few things left in awkward or annoying places. Both of their friends said it was good that they were fighting about things like that, claiming it was healthy to have small bits of conflict that could be quickly resolved. But it soon became a big problem when carer got involved, he was always traveling whether it be for the actual race, England to help with development of the car, or visiting his home to see his parents or even Monaco to be with his friends, but her job required her to be in one place. They tried hard to make it work, she book flights to come and see some of his races or he would stay until Wednesday night of the race week just to spend time with her, but it just wasn't enough.

There had been a few times were Max had heard her on the phone with her friends trying to convince her to break up with him, but every time she would shut them own. "He's toxic, leave him before it gets worse. There can't be anything that makes it worth the stress and disappointment." She would shake her head before remembering that they couldn't see her that's one thing Max really enjoyed, her tendency to show rather than speak. "If he's toxic, I'll wear a hazmat. You don't get it, I love him." Hearing her say things like that always made him smile. He loved her just as much, if not more. Every time he'd come back he would spend all his time awake comforting her, making her feel secure. She wasn't overly talkative when being asked questions, preferring to just shake her head or even pretend she didn't hear it; but not with max. He tried to make sure she would communicate with him, even when they fought, he'd let her scream and shout at him, he wanted to hear everything she had to say, so he knew how she felt, so he could help, He didn't get the luxury of expression when he was younger and that caused many problems. He learnt from this, he learned how to be better, he learned how to love. Max loved, no, loves her so much; it was hard for him to put it into words sometimes, she knew this, and was okay with him showing his love physically. That may have been a part of the problem, they were never close enough for him to show her how much he loved her. Although he is not the only one to blame, she was stubborn, overly so. She hated being wrong and so did he. So Max tried his hardest to not condescend her when she was wrong, but that wasn't often.

"Come on." He had to bite back the pet names he gave her in the years they spent together. "You can tell me what happened." She also hated voicing her concerns with him. She never worried about cheating, Max would never. It was like she felt neglected, but she couldn't say that, it was selfish, she was the one who said they could make the distance work. As max looked around the room he noticed how empty it was. With all of his things gone it didn't feel like home to her anymore. His house in Monaco didn't feel like home either, not without her. She looked up from her feet to meet his eyes. "It's embarrassing." His shoulders dropped, she was stupid sometimes, she didn't realised how silly that sounded to him. "And I've known you for how long?" He paused walking back towards her, resisting the urge to hold her close, to pull her into his chest and cradle her head. "At least it wasn't someone else's fault." he said slightly relieved, her eyes were still a cause for concern, even now he was prepared to fix any problem she had. The silence was loud, his anger pooled at his fists. "Right?" His eyes scanned over her whole body, making sure she wasn't hurt. "Its stupid, and I'm fine by the way. Can't you just grab your stuff and go?" she asked, almost pleading for him to leave. He was not going to leave her alone, not when she was like this.

Max went against his better judgement and hugged her, she needed it, no matter how many times she wanted to be left completely alone. "Tell me. You always feel better when you say what you're thinking, not just shouting at the mirror." She was almost reduced to tears, not only because of his words, but because she was so embarrassed. "Promise you wont laugh." She whispered through teary eyes. "Promise." He pulled his chest away, so he could look her in the eyes as she spoke. He wanted her to feel listened to, cared for. "So my friends set me up with his guy called Matthew, right." Any remaining anger turned into jealousy. He was fuming that his girl was going on a date with some guy. He pushed his feelings aside briefly, wanting to hear the rest of her story. "Well, we went out to this pretty nice place and it was going well, at least I thought so. Anyway, we came back here and he started kiss me, and you feel me up and stuff." She really didn't want to give her ex-boyfriend the details of her hook up. She paused still embarrassed. "Was he blonde and foreign as well?" Her face became warm as he let out a chuckle, this actually comforted him a bit, to see her go out with guys that reminded her of him. "Glad to see you have a type." She gave him a pointed look as an initial response. "Sorry, go on." Shifting her feet to avoid the shame. Max gave her sweet look, enticing her to speak. "When we, um, went to bed it was, uh, fine to start with but you know, he couldn't make me cum, it didn't seem like he was even trying." Her voice was shaky, her nerves were sky high, but she continued because, for once, Max was right. "So I may or may not have sent him out of the flat." She says with as sigh, looking up at her and grasping his arm for a bit of support ,not physical, but emotional, he was comforting to touch. "I am so glad I was your boyfriend and knew how to actually please you or I don't think we would have lasted as long as we did." He spoke with a crooked smile, ready of a light slap to his chest. "It's not funny Max." defeated, her shoulders slumped slightly as she tried to pull out of his tight grasp. "It is a little bit, oh no, please don't give me that look. I'm sorry I swear."

"So let me get this straight, you wanted to hook up with this guy, Matthew, and he was being a selfish prick, and now you are all desperate and pent up. That I can defiantly work with." Confusion covered her face as Max picked her up by her waist and began walking them towards the bedroom. She hooked her legs around his hips during his venture. She would often scold him for doing things without warning or saying things that he shouldn't. She began to kiss his neck, wanting his attention back on her. She knew it wasn't a good idea, but she would worry about the consequences later. One of his hands slid down her back, giving her ass a nice squeeze, he knew she liked it, not that she'd say so, he had to figure that out for himself.

Once his knees touched the edge of the bed, he placed her on it, immediately pushing her shirt up, "No underwear as well, you really do treat the guys at your door well." He let out with a smirk, before pushing her thighs apart further so he could slot between them. The ghost of his breath had her shuddering, she moaned when his lips finally touched her cunt, tongue licking a long stripe over her slit. Max looked up, not even being able to see her face as her head was thrown back at the slightest amount of pleasure. She really needed to feel him. He began to suck on her clit lightly, not wanting to rush into it and run the risk of ruining her orgasm, it hurt him to make her wait any longer, knowing she had spent so much time dissatisfied. Max shook his head side to side sending waves of bliss through her whole body.

Max got good at eating pussy from practicing on her. There were times where he spent more time between her legs than not. Her moans got louder as max put more pressure on her clit, heightening the sensation. "Could he not do this to you? No? That's what I thought." He breathed against her cunt, making her hips shift towards him. Max pulled her knees over his shoulders as he went back in, the noises that filled the room were quickly becoming pornographic. He could feel her twitching and clenching as he ate her out, Max moaned at the feeling, knowing it would tip her over the edge. "Yes, Max. Please, it feels so good." She barely got out, lungs burning. As she began gasping for air, Max could feel her ankles cross behind his back, squishing his head between her thighs. She came hard, harder than she'd done since the last time they were together. No matter who she slept with, no matter how many times she made herself cum it was never the same. "Did that feel good? Was that better than Matthew? Yeah, I know it is."

She pushed Max back slightly so she could slip off the bed and on to her knees. She undid his belt as quick as her shaky hands would allow her.  She squeezed him lightly and ran her hand over his cock a few times before actually pulling it out, she licked a long stripe along the underside, right along the thick vein of his length. Max let out a breathy groan as she took his entire cock in her mouth, reaching down her throat. His hands quickly found her hair and made pace in tangling them. He guided her up and down his cock watching from above with a pleased look on his face. She pulled off with a loud pop, then she tongued the space between the head and shaft, he let out a guttural moan at the feeling, urging  her to take him back in her mouth, it felt phenomenal. Once she hollowed her cheeks again it all became too much for max, she made him cum so hard he started to feel almost lightheaded, seeing stars, hunching over at the feeling. "Fuck, you feel so go baby. Always making me feel so good." He praised, not one lie leaving his lips, although he got to cum every time he had sex, it didn't feel as euphoric as it did with her. 

"Get up here." he said, pulling her up to her tip toes for a kiss. He slipped his tongue practically down her throat, tasting himself in her mouth. Max never understood how other guys could possibly complain about their girlfriend wanting a kiss after blowing him. If she had no problem kissing him after eating her out, what was the difference? The mix was divine, it sent blood rushing to his cock almost immediately as their lips touched. He let his hands run wild over her body, missing the warm of her skin against his. He missed being able to touch every divot of her body. He missed the control he had over her, and the trust she had in him. He was almost as pent up as she was. Max made a point of picking her up again, just to throw her back down on the bed. He noticed the framed painting was put back up above the bed. When they were together, it was almost exclusively on the floor as they got lazy hunting for it behind the headboard, He was disappointed that it was placed back to its home. Max caged her head between her arms as he kissed his way down her abdomen before he gave her cunt one final kiss. He slid his cock over her clit just to tease, he got the same reaction buy only pushing the head in and out a few times before slowly slipping his whole cock in inch by inch. She was swimming in pleasure with max slowly marking her, her neck covered in bites, a few bleeding slightly, her chest was covered in red marks, he needed to mark her as his again, no one was allowed to touch what was his. Not anymore. "Fuck." Max strained, sounding breathless and choked as he continued to pound into her, just how she always liked. He was too hot not to moan over, so she did, and he indulged her, usually he'd have to cover her mouth with his hand or push her face into the pillows to avoid noise complaints, but tonight he'd let her do anything, all he wanted was her back in his arms. He continued to abuse her walls while she gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles becoming white with the new found strength. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while the remainder of her make up began to smudge and run. Max was fucking her so well her face was painted with tears of joy, and it was just so hot. Max became impossibly harder seeing her fucked out face. He stared to fuck her deeper, hitting that spot that made her go blind with pleasure. "Oh yes Max, always make me feel so good." Her inability to articulate proper sentences was a tell tale sign she was close. Max learned how to read her like a book and it was so beneficial in times like this. 

He quickened his pace, feeling quite close himself. He could she some of this hook up guy's stuff still in her room and it just fuelled the fire. "Matthew didn't make you feel nearly this good did he, sweetheart. You can be honest because I already know." He was interrupted by a thud against the floor. "That's it, good fucking girl for me." he praised her, knowing she would melt from his words, his voice was something she admitted masturbating to when he was gone. She claimed it was mostly because of his accent, but also the tone and the pitch, it just got her so hot and bothered. "Think you can hold on just a little longer?" He asked, feeling her clench around his cock, it made it hard for him to resist. "Only for you, Max." she moaned aware it would edge him on further, fucking her felt exclusive, she was a rare and only he could have her. Perhaps he was a bit possessive, but that didn't matter now that he was with her. One of his hands slid up to her throat, pressing lightly on the sides to only slow the blood flow to her head; his other made way to her clit, rubbing fast circles with just enough pressure to really make it feel good. "Please, just.. just like tha..that." She managed to slur out before her words were cut off by a whine. Her orgasm hit so hard that her head was pushing deep in the mattress and her legs began to spasm and shake. Max only now allowed him self to cum, while she was coming down. He pulled out, shooting plenty of long, thick ropes of cum all over her torso, mainly her perfect tits that her just couldn't resist. They both sighed quietly with small laugh. 

Max gave her a chaste kiss before walking leisurely to the bathroom and picking up a towel to clean her up a bit. On his way back he turned the AC on, anticipating that she would ask him to stay; if he was he want to be touching her the entire time, in order to keep her close he needed the room cold. He brushed the towel over she skin as gently as possible, although it still pulled a moan from her. "I know, but I have to, Darling." He threw the towel to the corner of the room, knowing she'd complain about it later. "Were are my clothes?" He asked quietly, looking back at her on the bed with a grin plastered to her face. "Where you left them before moving out." still in the wardrobe would have been an easier answer but she wanted him to know she didn't want him gone. She anticipated him coming back and wanting to stay, as usual she was right. He put his classic black t-shirt on before climbing in bed with her. "I'm not putting that frame back up." was the first thing she said after coming out of her orgasmic haze. He pulled her practically on top of his body and held her close, as if someone was going to take her from him. "I know." was all he said, trying to think of the right words to convey his feelings. "I never stopped loving you." Was all he could say so he coupled it with a tight squeeze. "I know." It was her turn to give a dry reply and kiss his neck sweetly. "This is great pillow talk." Max laughed out quietly and he could feel her smile against his chest. "I'm so sorry, I should have tried harder. I shouldn't have blamed you as much as I did, I'm just as responsible. And I most definitely should not have told you to leave and never come back. I regretted it immediately, you know. As soon as I heard the door shut I lost it. I don't deserve you Max, but I need you so much." His heart ached hearing her confession, feeling her tears wet his shirt slightly. "I shouldn't have walked out. I know what you're like when you get angry. As soon I closed that door I couldn't bring myself to leave. I slept outside that door, your neighbour asked what happened and I started crying to her. I kept in touch with your friends, or at least I tried to. I needed to make sure you were okay, but it doesn't seem like they like me much. So don't say you don't deserve me, you do. We will make it to the end, I promise you. I wont lose you again. I love you too much for that." She wiped her now joyful tears as she kissed his lips again. 

There was a loud repeated knock on her door, they tried to ignore it, assuming it was their neighbours complaining about the noise, they normally gave up after a few knocks. But this one persisted. "You stay here and keep warm alright, I'll se who it is." Max got out of the bed a recovered her body in blankets while walking with unnecessary pace towards the door. He swung it open aggressively. "Look I'm sorry about that but can I just get the rest of my clothes and leave, there's no need to-" The guy, who max assumed to me Matthew, stopped upon seeing Max. "Sorry man, but that's not happening. Not while I'm here. I don't think you even deserve it, especially if you can't make such a desperate woman come. Only took me three minutes . So fuck off now will you." Max said before slamming the door, feeling relieved as he reached her again. "I love you so much Max."

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ christmas cookies ] j. hughes

day three of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) and Jack make a bit of a mess in the kitchen when they bake Christmas cookies since they’re both home because of the snow

warning(s) : some sexual content and language, implied sex. mainly fluffy tho :)

author’s note : i KNOW this is very late according to the schedule i put out but it was my birthday weekend so i didn’t have much down time to write or post anything. i think day four is coming at some point during the day tomorrow so keep an eye out for that

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"Jack!" (Y/N) yells as she runs back into the bedroom. "Jack. Baby, it's snowing and I don't have to go to work." She happily jumps on her side of the bed and crawls up to her sleeping boyfriend. Jack lets out a groan when she lays herself on top of him. She's like a happy puppy.

Jack mumbles an "it's early" and doesn't open his eyes.

She frowns and sits up on his waist. "It's snowing," she tries again. "I think you promised me that you would bake cookies with me next time it snowed since we would both be home all day." When Jack doesn't move, she begins to jump up and down on her knees like she's riding him. "Jack Hughes, get your cute ass out of bed and make cookies with me!"

His hands fly to her waist and stops her. "(Y/N)," he slurs. "Keep doing that and I will not make cookies with you. I will be making babies with you."

"Sounds good to me either way," she teases. That gets Jack to open one of his eyes. (Y/N) smiles. "Tell you what. If you make cookies with me then we can come back to bed and we can do whatever you want to me. I can still walk so obviously we didn't do enough last night."

Jack to flies out of bed butt ass naked from the previous night. (Y/N) laughs and watches him put on a pair of sweatpants and one of his Devils t-shirts before practically sprinting to the kitchen. She follows him in one of his larger Devils t-shirts that has his number on the chest and a pair of tiny shorts underneath.

The messy hair while Jack runs around their kitchen to grab what he considered cookie ingredients. "Baby, you can barely cook broccoli," she comments as she walks toward him. "I don't think you know how to bake cookies."

Jack's head snaps up. "Hey, I'm still learning," he snaps. "Get over here and help me get cookie stuff together."

She laughs and helps him out. She pulls out bowls, spoons, and the baking pan that will need to be used to actually bake the cookies.

The kitchen island is filled with different dry and wet ingredients and utensils that will need to be used to make the cookies without making a complete mess out of their kitchen.

Honestly, the kitchen will still probably end up being a mess because that's the way the two of them work. They're a messy couple and all of their friends know it. It's why their friends refuse to make food with them. Something always happens and food ends up everywhere.

(Y/N) pulls a chocolate chip cookie recipe up on her phone while Jack puts on some music so it's not dead silent while they're baking. He settles on Christmas music since it is technically Christmas Eve. She smiles to herself.

Jack comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist while she's leaning over the counter. She can feel his semi press against the top of her thigh right under her ass. "Jack, behave," she warns him. He definitely didn't take the warning seriously since she's smiling at how needy he is.

His love language is definitely physical touch, and she loves it.

The first step in baking cookies is mixing the dry ingredients together before incorporating the wet ingredients. In the biggest bowl, (Y/N) lets Jack measure and put in the flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. She works on the butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar in a mixing bowl.

While she begins to mix the eggs and vanilla in with the creamed butter and sugars, a white powder hits her in the face. She blinks until her eyes are clear and hears Jack laugh at her side.

"You're an ass," she tells him as she wipes the flour away from her eyes. Jack is leaning back against the counter as he laughs. "I didn't want to make a mess, Jack.

"You were an easy target," he tells her with a smile. "I couldn't help myself."

She blinks at him before she grabs a handful of flour and throws it in Jack's face. He coughs and wipes his own eyes. "That was deserved."

Jack looks at her. The white powder is all over his face and in his hair. She smiles, proud of her retaliation. She barely has time to react before Jack throws another handful of flour at her. He barely misses her face and she throws another handful at him.

They're both laughing and running around the kitchen throwing flour at each other. Jack catches her in his arms and she squeals.

He picks her up by her waist and spins her around until her waist is pressed against the counter. They're both covered in a layer of flour but she smiles up at him. Jack brushes some of the flour out of her hair and off her face.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he softly says.

His little name for her makes her heart jump in her chest. Her eyes meet his and she surges up to press her flour covered lips to his. Jack immediately kisses her back and presses her waist against the counter.

Her fingers are gripping his t-shirt. Her pinkies touch the skin on his waist and a jolt of electricity goes down to her core.

One kiss and she’s aching for him.

(Y/N) is the one to break the kiss and Jack chases her lips.

“Can we please put these together and in the oven so we can go shower?” (Y/N) asks when she pulls back from the kiss. She suddenly wants to get these cookies made so she can get back in bed with her boyfriend.

It’s insane that all Jack said was ‘there’s my pretty girl’ and she’s weak at the knees for him and kissing him while they’re both covered in flour.

Jack nods and they rush to finish making the dough so they can put the cookies in the oven. Jack starts doing the dishes while (Y/N) puts the baking sheet in the oven with the balls of dough on it.

As soon as the timer is set, she grabs his hand and they walk to their bathroom. “I was cleaning the dishes,” Jack protests.

“And now you’re going to clean yourself,” she retorts.

(Y/N) closes the bathroom door behind them. Jack’s eyes are on her as she turns the shower on.

She turns around to face her flour covered boyfriend. “Are you going to get naked or are you going to stand there and look pretty?” she asks.

“Oh I am so going to keep making messes in the kitchen if it means getting to shower with you,” he comments as he begins to undress. “You’re going to keep your promise and let me do what I want, right?”

“As soon as the cookies are done.”

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yourusername someone decided to make a mess in the kitchen then distract me so we had to remake the cookies since they got burnt

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trevorzegras can’t trust a hughes in the kitchen

yourusername fr

lhughes_06 so rude trevor

_quinnhughes i hope the cookies were good

jackhughes eh. the chocolate chip ones were probably better

yourusername the world may never know

jackhughes not my fault you look so damn fine baking cookies. even when you were fully clothed, i was distracted

nicohischier jack calm DOWN

lhughes_06 that’s disgusting bro

jackhughes LOOK AWAY LUKE. NOT FOR CHILDREN’S EYES

dawson1417 lmaoooo

yourusername can you stop traumatizing your brother

colecaufield damn he hit you with the flour huh

tysmith_06 can he cook broccoli yet ?

yourusername nope

jackhughes what the fuck

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For kinktober:

Billy Washington x face sitting

Modern Aemond x getting caught

Tom bennettt x public sex

would adore if you could do these, I love your writing so much! 💕

Authors Note: thank you for these love and the compliment! Gonna do the Billy Washington x face sitting one here and I’ll do the other ones separately so it’s just easier. Thank you for waiting for this as long as you did, I realised I sort of did them in the wrong order ha still boo you like these ♥️

Warnings: Praising, f oral, face sitting, teasing, hint at m oral, (if I miss any let me know)

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You and Billy had been dating for quite some time now, and for the whole time, you’d noticed that he’d always been eager to please.

Whether that was with a nice hot cup of tea when you got back from a stressful day at work, or even just calling the local Chinese place for food when he could tell that you were too tired to try and attempt to cook anything that night.

It was also unsurprising to the both of you when you realised how eager to please Billy was in other areas of your relationship too.

“I’m back love!” You yell, chucking off your coat onto the hook and flinging your messenger bag somewhere by the sofa, before walking to the direction of the bedroom.

“Hey babe” Billy smiles, sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, so he can give you a quick affectionate kiss on the forehead.

“How was your day? Did you chat to Lana? I swear she said something about calling you sometime today… or it may have been tomorrow?” You muse, dragging Billy to the bed and laying down next to him, humming slightly in content as his arms wrap around you once more as your head rests on his chest.

“Yeah, spoke to Lana earlier. She’s doing alright for herself. Had a couple dates with that fella of hers and got another tomorrow. Had a call of the job centre too. Some mechanic place is hiring for apprenticeships and stuff and I got an interview next week.”

“Billy thats bloody brilliant!” You grin, bringing your hands up to cup his face before practically yanking him in for a deep kiss, chuckling slightly against his lips in amusement as you feel how eager Billy is for your kisses and general affection.

“I’ve got no work to do, so I’m free all afternoon for whatever you desire my love.” You grin, a mischievous smile painted on your lips as Billy’s own face turns a light shade of pink from bashfulness. It’s always fun teasing him and seeing the way he gets.

“Well, there is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while. Since you’ve been saying about me taking charge more-“

“Billy I don’t care if you’re more submissive or dominant in this relationship! I just care about you not thinking you need to bend over backwards for me! Cause I’ll be here no matter what kinks you suddenly pull out! Well, I will run for the actual hills if you suggest anything feet related, but that’s a different matter-“

“It’s not fucking feet love!” Billy laughs, the noise making your chest practically ache from happiness as the stress seems to somehow physically drain from his face.

You always loves Billy’s laugh. The small barely noticeable stress wrinkles you never tell him about seems to magically smooth away, and almost make him look strangely innocent.

“It’s… well… I wanted to maybe have you sit on my face…”

“You want what?” Your eyes furrow at Billy’s murmur. But when he repeats it louder and clearer, your breathes go ragged and you can already feel your legs clenching together in anticipation.

“I want you to sit on my face. So I can eat you out, till you can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh…” You hate how breathless you sound. But the thought of Billy doing that to you is doing too many unholy things to your head that you can’t help but bite your lip in deep thought. “Yeah… I think we can definitely do that baby.”

“Good!” It’s so precious how he smiles so bashfully in front of you. He’s like a whole new man. Like he didn’t just suggest something that made your face blush bright red from his request mere moments ago. “So get on my face now.”

Your heart feels as if it could explode with how hard your blood was pumping to your face right now, but you can’t help but nod eagerly to Billy’s demands and quickly strip yourself nude, your clothes flying all over the room as you focus on Billy, and Billy only.

You’re awkward in your movements at first, never having a man do this so intimate thing with you before, and yet Billy takes this in stride. Before you can even get to sit yourself on his chin, he grabs at your thighs and clumsily forces your whole body on his face, where you can’t help but grind slightly on as one of the most intense feelings of your life hits you.

It’s strange, to have Billy’s wet warm tongue piercing your wet cunt, and to have his nose simultaneously nuzzling your clit, but it’s amazing, perfect, and is honestly making you feel practically delirious.

Yet even with the intense feeling, the worry of suffocating your beloved boyfriend is more important. So when you try to lift yourself up a bit to give him some room to breath, you find yourself letting a loud sigh of surprise and pleasure as Billy only goes and pulls you straight back, holding your legs even tighter in his grip to stop you from moving.

“Don’t move again…” Billy murmurs, “Fucking gorgeous…”

You can only sigh in agreement, and can’t help yourself from grinding further on Billy’s eager face, completely disregarding your earlier worries. Your hands clasp desperately where they can, which in your case, is Billy’s shaggy hair that tickles your lower half slightly. Though when you tighten your grip slightly, you can feel Billy groan slightly as he eats you out, seemingly aroused by your tight grip on his body.

You quickly begin whining in approval though. “Fuck Billy so good for me!” Adoring the way he becomes to desperate to hear your praise, and the way his actions seem to quicken to appease you.

His own groans of pleasure may be muffled, but they certainly are enthusiastic, as the vibrations somehow seem to only heighten your pleasure.

You can feel the bed shake slightly, and when you turn your head slightly to look behind you, your mouth falls open on its own accord as you see Billy’s hard cock straining in his underwear. His hips even mimicking small thrusts in order to get some kind of stimulation for himself.

It’s almost endearingly amusing to you to see the small wet patch forming in his underwear from his own arousal. You think he could almost cum alone from eating you out. A thing you soon almost find yourself doing as Billy’s movements get rougher.

“Oh my god I’m gonna cum Billy!” You whine, your grip on Billy’s hair becoming rough as the knot in your stomach tightens, on the brink of bursting, only spilling over when you begin to rut your pussy on his willing mouth like a woman possessed.

It’s so intense, that you find yourself somehow more aroused and yet thankful with Billy’s tight grip on your thighs, that turns almost bruising as he makes sure you don’t almost fall off his face. And when your legs begin to cramp and you move to lay beside your lover and properly look at him, your breath feels like it’s been swept away as you see your juices shining all over his face.

You can feel your face burn red in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands as you try to hide your shyness. “Billy, you’ve got well, me all over your face love…”

You can hear him hum slightly and when you peak through your fingers to see what he does, your legs unconsciously clamp together seeing his tongue trying to pick up as much of you as he can, his fingers too trying to catch any he was unable to get with his tongue.

“You’re gonna kill me someday Billy Washington!” You grin, moving to give him a firm kiss on his damp cheek, and giggling when you see his beautiful bashful smile. The Billy you’re used too, the submissive Billy, coming back to you right before your eyes.

Speaking of your eyes, they once again trail to Billy’s crotch, where his cock still strains against the fabric of his pants with a distinct wet patch still drawing your main attention.

“Do you want me to help you out with that baby?”

“Only if you want to darling.”

Your hand teases the outline of him, your smile smug as he whines into the air. “Of course I want to sweet boy, I’d be crazy not to.”

[casualdadnomad]

i am back with more headcanons! today we got college gaang x going to the gym!!

masterpost (>ᴗ•)

college athletes: suki, ty lee, toph, sokka

suki’s colorguard stuff is a killer workout in itself (ex guard girl here, i was jacked)

and being the captain of the self defense club, it’s kind of accepted she could knock you the fuck out

ty lee being a cheerleader also gives her an insane amount of muscle but it’s less visible and more just strength

so she just looks completely normal and then BAM she puts zuko in a shoulder sit

the ty lee cheerleader arc is something i want to go into more detail on so someone please tell me to do it so i have an excuse to

toph being on the rugby team is something so close to my heart

she does lifting, conditioning, rugby practice etc all ON TOP of the earth bending she’s doing on the daily

she is 5’0” of pure muscle

sokka is on the fencing team which is more agility centered than strength centered

he’s fast, he has a great reaction time and hand eye coordination

something will fall and he will catch it so fast

like wow i didn’t know spider-man was here

i also headcanon he can just do a backflip. like he’s one of those backflip guys i’m sure you know one

absolute gym bros: katara, azula, zuko

katara was field hockey captain in high school but didn’t continue in college

she is a busy woman and has so many passions to spend her time on in college!

she does however hit the gym regularly she loves the gym

her and zuko are gym buddies :)

zuko is huge man i feel like this is not explored enough in fanon HE KICKED THROUGH A WOODEN TABLE??????????

me when i see fanart of zuko that lets him be strong!!!!!!!!!!!! 😁😁👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

he works out all the time because he realized young that being bad at bending sucks but he could just get as good as possible as good old acoustic combat

azula works out as part of her healing process

good way to get her anger out

boxing is one of her favorite workouts but she also is a part of a firebending club

mock trial? try mock agni kai

great way to make friends while keeping her skills sharp

plus having a firebending major is a lot of exercise in itself

same with katara and toph and the other bending majors

mai spends enough time working on precision with knife throwing that her reflexes are also good, better than sokkas for sure

but if you asked her to run a mile she’d laugh in your face

katara gets ripped for bending, aang is ripped from bending

he can’t major in airbending cause he’s the only one but he spends a lot of time keeping his skills sharp

he actually compulsively practices because he’s afraid he will forget something and some aspect a irbending culture will be lost to time but that’s another post i could make like and subscribe for the gaang trauma responses post

his endurance is great from sparring and airbending and he also loves running

he is the only one in the gaang who loves running (only one in the gaang who will run willingly at all)

as much as the gaang, who canonically are fighters, love physical activity, they also love being so very lazy! they don’t get a chance to be lazy often so they will take any chance to give their bodies a rest they can in my au

rest is just as important as being active :)

okay that’s all for tonight! can u tell im a tired student athlete and am projecting lol ok i have to go to bed cause i got class tomorrow thanks for reading !

[welcometothedopeworld]

Sure to Kiss You ~ *Aoi Kureha*

Summary: Aoi and you have been dating for awhile now. However you have yet to have your first kiss. Is it perhaps because he's ashamed of you? Or is he unsure of his feelings?

Pairing: Aoi Kureha X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1397

Warning: N/A

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Aoi Kureha doesn’t do romance. It’s just a fact. It’s a fact you’d never hold against him, of course. You were just fine with taking things nice and slow for him. However, VISTY used the hypocritical notion that he was dating someone but didn’t like romance as a way to tease him.

“Have you and your girlfriend even kissed yet?”

Aoi felt his cheeks burn at Thoma’s question. “No. Why would I want to do that? Why would anyone want to do that?”

Thoma groaned. “Because there is nothing in the world that's as wonderful as kissing a beautiful woman. Nothing can compare, not even being on stage singing to millions of adoring fans.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“No, he’s right.” Shogo sighed, the tips of his ears tinted red. “There really is nothing like kissing someone you love with your whole heart.”

“You’re both annoying.” He whined. “I don’t see any reason why I should constantly be kissing Y/n to show them how much I care about them. It seems arbitrary to me. Besides, they should know I care about them.”

“And yet you never show them off, engage in any kind of physical affection, or even talk about them for that matter.” Kantaro chuckled to himself.

Aoi sneered at him. “Shut up.”

Thoma sighed. “All I’m saying is, you’ve been dating for practically forever now and neither one of you has kissed once! What makes it any different than just being friends?”

For once, Aoi was stunned into silence. Friends? Is that what everyone saw the two of you as? Sure, he wanted to keep the whole fact that you two were dating a secret, especially from the tabloids. But what if you only saw him as a friend, just like everyone else? Maybe he wanted to just be friends with you. Maybe what he really wanted was another friend, besides the members of VISTY, because he was secretly lonely and enjoyed your companionship so much.

And deep down he trusted you with his life, as much as it pained him.

Perhaps Thoma was right. You were just friends. Good friends, close friends. And he supposed that was fine with him. Sure a small little part was nagging at him, but the idea of friends sounded better than nothing.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. You texted him. You were here.

Wait, why were you here?

Quickly, he got up and went to open the door of the door building for you. He frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I would surprise you!” You exclaimed. “I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat or even grab a coffee. Then I’ll be out of your hair, I promise.”

He tried to scowl, averting his eyes so he wouldn’t get blinded by the innocent sparkle in yours. “Yeah, fine, whatever. Let me just get my things before we go.”

As he grabbed a mask, sunglasses, and a hat, Kantaro gave him a cheesy grin. “Make sure to have fun, but not too much fun, alright? We still have work tomorrow.”

Aoi felt his cheeks turn red at the statement, but he simply flipped him off as he left with you. With a sweet smile, you directed him to your usual coffee shop, close but not too close so that people would get the wrong idea. And once the two of you were inside, you gently touched his elbow, making him jump.

“Sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I got a private table in the back this time around. You know, so we can talk and get closer.”

Oh God.

Thoma was right.

You wanted to kiss him.

Could he do it? Could he kiss you? He thought you were just friends. Close friends that didn’t do this kind of romance stuff. But maybe you thought your relationship was different than what he thought. Maybe you thought of him like an actual boyfriend, even though he’s been everything but. His stomach was painfully churning and his palms were starting to sweat. He was so nervous, he wasn’t sure he could do this. But the way you smiled at him like that, like he was the best person in the world, he found it very hard to say no.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

Your bright smile became even brighter as you showed him to the private table. Getting both of your coffees, you handed his cup to him. “I’m sorry I ambushed you like this, but we’ve both been so busy, I thought we could both use a break. If you don’t want to talk, we don’t have to. I'm okay with just sitting here with you.”

It was astounding how kind and considerate you were of his thoughts and feelings. You never forced him to be anything more than what he was and always understood when he needed things to be slower. you were so wonderful that way.

But Thoma’s words to him shook something deep inside himself. It almost felt like he was taking you for granted. And you deserved more than that. You deserved more than the life he could give you.

The least he could do was kiss you.

“Aoi? Are you okay?”

Your sweet voice pulled him out of his deep thoughts. He noticed your hand twitch towards him out of the corner of his eye, but you never touched him. It made his heart hurt for a second. Did he really keep you that far away that you felt uncomfortable even touching him?

“Why don’t you hold my hand?” He asked before he could stop himself.

Blinking in shock, you answered, “Oh, you want me to? I thought it was because you didn’t want me to. You know, so it wouldn’t cause a scandal.”

“I want you to.”

“You do?”

He nodded slowly. “I-I do. I mean, what’s the point in dating if we don’t do “couple things” with each other?”

“Aoi, are you okay?”

“I’m fine-”

You shook your head. “No, really, are you okay? You’re acting differently. Did something happen?”

He wasn’t sure what to say. Does he tell you the truth or does he keep it to himself? He didn’t know what to do or what to say anymore. Everything seemed so different now and he was just so confused.

Your hand touched his.

Electricity zipped through him, as if he was struck by lightning, and he looked into your worried eyes. “Aoi, you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you, not for a second. I promise.”

“I want to kiss you.”

He had no idea how you did it. But as soon as your hand touched his, he wanted to tell you everything he was thinking and feeling in a rush of words he was sure would sound like gibberish. He felt so vulnerable around you and he trusted you so much it scared him. But he said what was on his mind anyway. And now his face was redder than red.

“Oh.” Your jaw slightly dropped in shock, rapidly blinking. “I see.”

“You don’t have to, you know.” He replied. Though he sounded annoyed, he really was just embarrassed.

“Do you want to kiss me, Aoi?”

“I just said-”

“No, do you really want to kiss me?” You stared deep into his eyes and he felt his stomach flip. “Because I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

You were giving him an out. He could take it and pretend it was a joke. He could laugh it off and call you stupid for taking what he said as the truth. But he couldn’t. No, he was going to at least try it.

“I want to kiss you.”

Nodding, you leaned over the table gently and pressed your lips softly to his. It was soothing and warm. He could feel his cool heart fill with the warmth of your love. Even though it was just a simple kiss, he could feel all the love you felt for him after all these years. Nothing changed with you. You were still the same and you still loved him, even if it didn’t seem like he loved you. For once since he began dating you for all these years, he felt sure about his feelings for you.

When you pulled away, he smiled softly at you.

“Can we do that again?”

[munsonfamilyband]

Part 5 of Different Meeting AU

This part is going to be very sappy, enjoy! The boys do imply a little bit more about their sex life so TW for this part: implied sexual content, discussion of torture, mentions of character death

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After Steve left the trailer park, he strapped the new bag of Eddie's things to his bike with the food, grabbed his backpack and started biking toward the lake. To stay out of sight he followed the train tracks, then split off from the woods when he reached Holland road. He pulled up to the house and hid his bike around the back, hurrying over to the boat house.

Steve carefully opened the door, peeking his head inside. "Eddie? I'm back, where are you?" At that, Eddie threw the tarp off and nearly ran to pull Steve into a hug. Steve could feel the anxiety thrumming off of Eddie like a physical thing and just held him tighter for a moment before finally pulling back to look him in the eyes. Eddie gave him a small smile, eyes still tight.

"Hey, did you get snacks?"

"Yeah, I grabbed you some clothes too. Went to see the guys, let them know what happened. I saw Wayne too, he was smart enough to hide anything illegal or incriminating before he called the cops this morning, so I have all of your drugs and my clothes from your place. He did leave the handcuffs and condoms though, probably figured they didn’t scream Homosexual too much." Steve quickly spoke up when he saw the almost feral grin on Eddie's face, "and I am glad he did, we do not need to be getting carried away while hiding from the cops." Eddie's grin dropped, practically pouting.

"Not even a little carried away? It’s not like we ever really use the condoms anymore."

"Eddie, we had sex like two days ago. And we don’t exactly have the ability to clean up around here.”

"Tell me about it, that's two whole days." Steve just rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth he always feels in his chest whenever Eddie shows how much he wants him.

"C'mon, horndog, let's go into the house. We never cleaned up our picnic last weekend so all the blankets and pillows are still out. I brought our book too, so you can read to me tonight." Steve held out his hand, Eddie grabbing it quickly and pressing a kiss to the back of it as the head toward Steve's bike. They grab the bags and head into the house, setting them down on the kitchen table. "The food is in the duffle bag, can you put it away while I talk to Robin and let her know I'm back? I promised I would walkie to tell her." Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to Steve's shoulder as he passed him to go put the food away.

Steve dug his walkie out of his backpack and tuned into the right channel. "Robin, are you there?"

"Steve! Did you get back to the lake okay?"

"Yeah, I just got back. I stopped by the trailer on the way here and saw Wayne, he had all my stuff packed up from the trailer, along with any incriminating items." Robin snorted through the walkie talkie.

"So he found all of Eddie's drugs and sex toys?"

"No!" Steve paused as he blushed. “We don’t leave that stuff at the trailer.” He only blushed more when Robin’s laugh came through the walkie.

“But he found all the drugs?”

"Shut up, Robs. Yes, Wayne found all of Eddie’s drugs. I just wanted to let you know I got back safe. Now can I get back to my boyfriend?”

"Good. Also, you're welcome, by the way. I managed to keep Dustin from outing you, I figured you would want to tell Nancy yourself." Steve sighed softly, so unbelievably grateful for his best friend.

"Thank you, Robbie. I'll have to find a time to tell he when we all meet up to plan, hopefully soon."

"Yeah, Nance actually was at the trailer park earlier. She said she had gone to investigate and ran into Eddie's uncle, he said something about Victor Creel? She said he was like a crazy murder from the 50s so I think we're planning on going to the library tomorrow to do some research."

"Alright, keep me posted on whatever you learn. I'm starving and I know Eddie must be too, so I'm going to go make us some food. Stay safe, Rob, over and out." Steve listened to her quick goodbye and pushed down the antenna of the walkie, setting it on the table before heading into the kitchen. "You hungry? I know I am." Eddie was sitting on the counter, flipping a butter knife in an attempt to look cool.

"I'm always hungry, and I have definitely missed your food this week." Steve smiled at him and got out the ingredients for quick goulash, knowing it was one of Eddie's favorites.

"I meant to tell you, Wayne wanted me to let you know that he never thought you were guilty." Glancing over at Eddie, Steve could see his shoulders visibly relax. Clearly, that had been weighing heavily on his mind.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, he knew you would be worried about him thinking you were like your dad, and he wanted you to know that he never did."

"I love that old man." Steve laughed, leaning his hip against Eddie's knee where he was still sitting on the counter.

"He loves you too." Steve cooked quickly, getting their food together so they could move into the living room to eat. Once their food was in bowl, he and Eddie went into the living room, sitting down on the blankets they left there.

After a few minutes of eating quietly, with only the sounds of the silverware and Eddie’s knee bouncing to fill the silence, Eddie finally spoke up. “So…. Tortured by Russians?” Steve sighed, setting his mostly empty bowl down on the floor. Without commenting first, Steve turned and grabbed the bag with his items in it, pulling it closer. He dig through the front zipper pouch and pulled out a small square box, opened it and pulled out a small blue piece of plastic that he carefully wrapped around his left ear. Steve saw the realization on Eddie’s face when he looked up, Eddie reaching a hand out to gently touch his left ear. “Sugar, why didn’t you say something?”

“I was scared, mostly. With the kids... I'm the one who keeps them safe, I didn't want to give them a reason to think I couldn't do that anymore." Steve looked at his hands as he spoke but was forced to look up when Eddie cupped both of his cheeks in his hands.

"Stevie, they are always going to need you around, it is okay to need help sometimes. So, from now on, you are going to promise that you will wear that hearing aid, understand?" Steve stared at Eddie for a moment before he nodded, placing his hands over Eddie's and just keeping him there. The moment was broken when a sharp pain radiated from behind Steve's left eye and he gasped, dropping Eddie's hands to push his palm into the eye socket in an attempt to stop the pain. "Migraine?"

"Fuck, yeah. Of course I didn't bring my good meds with me, shit it's bad." Steve squeezed his eyes shut to keep out the lights and he heard Eddie stand and walk away. Distantly Steve heard the stairs creak then footsteps on the second floor, before the stairs creaked again and Eddie was sitting in front of him once more.

"These aren't your good ones but I figured some motrin is as good as we can get right now. Here, give me your hand and I'll give you the pills." Keeping his eyes shut, Steve put out one of his hands and felt three pills be placed into it. After he popped them into his mouth, Eddie grabbed his hand and placed a glass of water in it so he could swallow the pills. "Good. Did something set it off? Normally you have a trigger."

"Well I would say I'm pretty stressed today so that would explain it." Eddie huffed a quiet laugh.

"Alright, that's fair. Let's lay down for a bit and once you're feeling a bit better we can keep talking." Steve let himself be guided to laying down and he curled himself against Eddie, using his chest to block out the light. Once the medicine kicked in Steve was able to shift backwards enough to look up at Eddie who was looking right back at him. "Meds doing their job, honey?"

"Yeah, you still want to hear about last summer?" Eddie nodded and Steve sighed, closing a fist around Eddie's shirt and gripping it tight. "Alright, well we told you about how we found out that the Russian's had a base under the mall but we didn't explain how we got into it. We had to drag Erica in, which I still feel so guilty for because she was only 10, and she went through the vents to get into this storage room they had on the loading dock. She opened the doors for us and we all went inside to investigate but the doors shut behind us and locked. Next thing I know the room is dropping because it was actually an elevator. We got stuck in that elevator for hours before some guards came to collect stuff from the room and we got out of there only to have to walk for miles. I think Erica actually knows how far we traveled but I wasn't there when she did the math so I don't know how far it was."

"Wait, Erica just did the math for how long you guys traveled?"

"Yeah, Dustin said she did at least. That's why he calls her a nerd apparently. Anyway, we got to the center of the base and Erica spotted the comms room, I won a fight against a Russian guard and then we found the gate they were opening to the Upside Down. At that point, Dustin and I knew this was really really bad. Then the alarms went off and we all had to run. We got cornered in a supply closet and Rob and I held the door shut so the kids could get into the vents and escape."

"You didn't..."

"I did. I couldn't let them get ahold of Dustin and Erica and Rob wouldn't leave me behind so we got captured. I knew Robin would start talking if she had the chance because she was nervous so I decided... I decided I would just be louder and more annoying so she wouldn't be their main focus. It worked and we got taken to separate rooms where I-" Steve cut off, his throat closing up from the memories of what he experienced in that bunker. "I would rather not go into detail, but, uh, they kept asking who I worked for and I had nothing to say other than the truth which they didn't like. I got knocked out eventually and when I came to I was tied back to back with Robin in a different room. She was yelling about needing a doctor and she said that she thought I might have been dead because she couldn't see me breathing. I'm pretty sure that was the broken ribs though."

"Jesus H Christ, Stevie. They nearly beat you to death."

"After I came to they asked us more questions before deciding that the best thing to do next was to give us some truth serum or something. They grabbed these syringes full of blue stuff and stuck it right in our necks. That's why I'm so spooked by needles now."

"Shit, that- well, that explains so much. sweetheart. I cannot believe you went through that and are still willing to put yourself in more danger."

"Yeah, well, the kids would get involved no matter what, and you're involved now. There was no way I would leave you to deal with this alone. There, um. There is something else. I think now that you know everything, it’s probably a good time to mention it.” Steve tilted his head up so his chin was resting against Eddie’s sternum and felt Eddie push a hand under his shirt to rest against the small of his back, radiating heat and comfort.

“What’s up? I thought I knew everything at this point, do you have another head injury to tell me about?” Steve huffed out a laugh, he could tell Eddie was trying to lighten the mood for both of them. He was so glad that he didn’t have to hide things anymore, even if he was terrified about Eddie being involved in the Upside Down.

“So, uh, I’m pretty sure we mentioned how after Billy beat me up in ‘84 Hopper took me to the hospital, right?”

“Yeah, someone mentioned it.”

“Cool, um, the thing is that wasn’t just it. After-after the hospital figured out my parents weren’t coming, Hop stepped in as uh, he said in loco parentis, but basically he was acting as my parent since I was still 17. He ended up bringing me back to his cabin after they discharged me, the hospital didn’t want me to be alone since it was a grade 3 concussion and I had the cuts on my head from the plate.” He felt Eddie’s hand curl a little tighter around his waist at the mention of the head injury again and Steve pressed a kiss to Eddie’s chest. “I’m glad he stepped up, I didn’t have anyone else. But, after that, I don’t know how it happened, somehow I sort of got absorbed into their little family. El and I got really close and that’s why I’m close with Max, and Hop-“ Steve paused as his throat closed up, it had been so long since he had even talked about Hopper’s death and it still hurt. “He became the first real father figure I had ever had. But then, Starcourt happened and he-“ This time Eddie cut him off, pulling him close so Steve didn’t have to push himself to say it.

“I know, I saw the news. I’m so sorry, princess. I had no idea you were close to him.”

“It wasn’t a long time, just around 8 months but it was enough for me to get attached to both of them. And now-now he’s gone and El’s in California, which is the best place for her but it still hurts. It’s why I was so emotional about Wayne just… accepting me the way he did. Hop had just… it had only been a few weeks and Wayne was so much like him. He’s- Wayne has helped a lot with that healing, he and Hop would have gotten along really well, I think.”

Eddie paused, just holding Steve close and rubbing his back gently. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He hummed gently before shifting them around so he was pressed up against Steve’s back. “Wayne really loves you. Sometimes I think he loves you more than me.” Steve just laughed, holding Eddie’s hands in his own. 

“No way, you’re his son, Eds. He does care though which I appreciate.”

They lapse into silence, just holding each other before Steve suddenly snorts a laugh.

“I don’t think Hop would have liked you very much.” Eddie pauses for a moment and then starts laughing. 

“Absolutely not, you’re totally right. I don’t think he would want a drug dealer hanging out with his kid. Much less dating that kid.”

“I saw how he was with Mike, and that was just because he thought Mike was annoying. I think you dodged a bullet, possibly literally.” Eddie just laughed and held Steve closer to him. "Eds?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you doing? With all of this stuff." He can hear and feel Eddie sigh against the back of his neck and Eddie squeezes Steve's hand.

"Honestly?... Shit, Stevie, I'm scared out of my mind. For me, for you, for Robbie, for those god damn kids. I was prepared to have a spring break full of alone time where we got laughably high and fucked on just about every surface in this house. Now? I'm potentially on the run for murder and there's an evil wizard from another dimension that can possess people and kill them without leaving any evidence. If you hadn't shown up in that boat house, I think I would have gone insane."

"Eddie, it's okay to be terrified, you know? The first time, hell, the second time too, that I did this I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't stand having the lights off and any time I saw a bulb flicker I jumped. Even last time, you know what I did to just be able to sleep. You're allowed to be scared. So you and I are just going to lean on each other and we can make it through this." Steve felt wetness on his neck and knew Eddie had been crying at some point, so he turned around to face him and he pressed a kiss to Eddie's nose. He was smiling but when they were able to see each other's faces Steve saw Eddie frown.

"Is your nose bleeding?" Eddie asked before Steve reached a hand up and wiped under his nose, finding blood on his fingers when he pulled them away.

"That hasn't happened in a while. Don't worry though, sometimes it happens with the headaches."

"Alright, if you're sure." Steve just curled back up against Eddie without further comment as Eddie's hand carded through his hair. "You want me to read a bit before we go to bed."

"Yes please." He felt Eddie twist to grab their book before a kiss was pressed to the top of his head and Eddie started to read.

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And that's it for this part. I had the part about Hopper written days ago but I wasn't sure how to work it in until today. I'm obsessed with Accidental Parent Hopper who stumbles into being a father for two kids.

Also, there is a good bit of foreshadowing in this chapter, both from the show and some of my own

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[netherworldpost]

Would you ever make the "I have a lot of feelings about this book" card design into a sticker label? I'd love to buy a pack to put on my favorite books before I lend them out. Also, not me shopping in your store before I actually receive my first order ... BUT I LOVE YOUR STUFF!

Hey there! Firstly, thank you!

I'm extremely pleased and humbled by your enjoyment. I'm also a bit "hm hm! hm!!" because we are barely starting out along a very long plan to make wonder and create dazzle.

Book stickers get tricky. It has to be extremely clearly worded in teh description "this sticker is unlikely to come off and will likely cause damage if you remove it" and other such things.

So saying, there is a future phase of... stuff... (everything from stickers similar to what you mentioned to registry stuff to stories and rambles) called "Eldritch Librarian" that I've been tinkering with for some 7 or 8 years at least.

It started slowly with Evil Supply Co. but the company was so scattered that the notes just kinda went everywhere and I couldn't focus. Part of --

The Shift I Ought to Cleverly Name and Likely Won't Because It Amuses Me To Call It Something Different Every Time

-- has been to resolve that lack of focus.

With book modifications, things get inherently personal, very quickly (hence the looping this project with Eldritch Librarian). Some books are to gift, some are to lend, both need to be addressed in modification.

The Short Answer: Yes, on an unknown schedule, and part of a larger system.

As to your order!

Again I say thank you!

It's ready.

It's either in the mail or will be in the mail tomorrow (Monday, April 22).

If you haven't gotten an email tracking yet, that will come on Monday morning sometime, depending on where your order sat in the queue.

I was tinkering with the shipping system last night.

Tracking info generates immediately when your label is produced, as your order is packed, but prior to said tinkering, it would only email Day Of Going Out the Door.

Now it emails within a few minutes of the label being generated.

The advantage to this being those of us whom Are Frequently Awake in the Middle of the Night staring at the walls and wondering "hm has that shipped yet" and rather than waiting on servers to click over to what is deemed (for whatever reason) as The Time to Send, it just sends immediately.

I will also say thank you one last time.

When I say "I was overwhelmed with the initial response" I mean it both emotionally (most positive possible connotation) and physically (most positive possible connotation).

I'll always ship what is currently considered slow -- always a small pile of days, the target is 2 - 5 days, with an upper limit of 8 or 9 days.

The window being "do we have your particular item in stock, right now, or will it be added to the next production run."

I could (and have) ramble about it for many (many) hours, but the short answer comes down to:

We produce in very small batches (high inventory can increase profit but compromises ability to experiment)

In off-peak hours (this allows us to slash production cost, enabling us to sell cards very inexpensively)

Using non-billionaire-owned suppliers as often as possible, respecting their production lines and timeframes etc. This is not a rebuff or commentary of anyone's business practices. It is simply part of my "We are a tiny business, we should support small businesses when buying boxes, etc." sensibility.

We hit what I figured we'd sell in our first six months within about six days.

The good thing about logistics, though, is there are industries (purposefully plural) around every single problem that exists. And just raw practice. There was a point where I figured out how to fold boxes a certain way that cut the time to fold in half.

Okay this was a lot :)

So: Yes. But not very soon. Part of something bigger. And THANK YOU!

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 14 - DREAM CATCHER | Episode 21 - Brains and Brawn

Miyazaki: Alright, we’ll now take a 20-minute break.

Miyazaki: The first of the contents was focused on physical expression, however…

Miyazaki: For the second part, you’ll all be divided into several groups to discuss role studies based on your assigned scripts.

Miyazaki: At the end, I’ll ask each group to actually perform what they’ve come up with. Good luck.

Participant A: Aghh~ That was harsh…

Participant B: I’m so tired… And we’ve still got the second half left…

Participant A: I don’t think my body can take it…

Kumon: Haagh~ I used my whole body there~!

Muku: This sort of reminds me of running for the track team.

Kumon: Same! It’s kinda nostalgic and fun!

Muku: Banri-san said that the workshop aimed at directors that they went to was also pretty tough, but this one aimed at actors seems to be more physically demanding.

Kumon: I’m pretty confident in my physical strength, so I’ll do my best!

Muku: Yeah, let’s do our best together! I’m sure Kazu-kun and Tenma-kun are giving it their all overseas this morning.

Kumon: Alri~ght, we’re not gonna lose to them~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Muku: I was pretty confident in my physical strength, but my legs are definitely wobbly…

Kumon: I used up all my brain cells and I’m starving~...

Muku: This is making me realize all over again that acting is something that takes both a lot of physical and mental energy.

Kumon: Yeah. I’m gonna pass right out tonight.

Muku: Same here. Let’s review a little of what we did today before we go to bed to prepare for tomorrow.

Kumon: Yeah!

Muku: Still, you did a really great job during the first part with the physical expression, Kyu-chan.

Kumon: I am pretty good at moving my body~. But you did such a good job during the second part with the role study discussion, Muku!

Kumon: You were reading into things that people didn’t even notice and I was like “Oh, I getcha~.”!

Muku: Ehehe, thanks. Let’s do our best tomorrow too.

Kumon: Yeah!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Juza: Welcome home.

Kumon: Nii-chan, we’re home!

Muku: We’re home, Ju-chan.

Juza: Dinner’s ready. Tsuzuru-san made braised pork cubes today.

Kumon: Woohoo! I’m gonna get tons of seconds!

Juza: Oh, ‘n I got some chocolates from the store I’ve had my eye on for a while. Wanna have it for dessert?

Muku: Wah, really? I’d love to. Maybe it’s because I used my head a lot, but I’ve had a huge craving for something sweet. I can’t wait!

Juza: Seems like ya worked hard today. Tell me about it later.

Kumon: Yeah! We’re tired, but we had a lotta fun!

Muku: We learned a lot.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kumon: Ahh~ I’m exhausted~! Maybe it was a bit much to practice on my own after the workshop…

Kumon: But it’s been a crazy intense week~. Thanks to Muku, I was able to review everything. It was really fulfilling.

Kumon: And then, I’m gonna surprise everyone by practicing everything by myself until they get back~!

Kumon: Ow, ow, ow… I’m gonna have the stretch and give myself a massage carefully today.

*Phone buzzes*

Kumon: Oh, it’s Yamaguchi.

*Beep*

Kumon: Hello?

Yamaguchi: “Are you free to talk right now?”

Kumon: Yeah! What’s up?

Yamaguchi: “Nothing really, we’ve both just been so busy lately and haven’t been able to talk much, so I was just wondering how you’ve been doing.”

Kumon: I’ve been good~, I’ve been going to this workshop ‘n stuff. I’ve been really exhausted ‘cause I’ve had to use my body a lot~. What about you, Yamaguchi?

Yamaguchi: “I’ve been getting a damn good workout on my college baseball team. It’s pretty rough ‘cause our matches go on for some time.”

Kumon: I’ll give you a massage next time we see each other!

Yamaguchi: “Oh yeah, you have always been good at that sorta thing, Kumon. You were always reading lots of books and learning from coaches ‘n stuff.”

Kumon: It’s really interesting because it’s useful and informative to learn about how your body works and how to avoid injuries, y’know?

Yamaguchi: “Actors are always moving around during performances ‘n stuff, so it must be pretty hard, right? Why dontcha do that for the people in your troupe too?”

Yamaguchi: “It’s kinda the same thing since it’s a physical activity, and you’d also be likely to prevent injuries too.”

Kumon: You’re right…! I never thought about it like that before. Maybe I’ll look into massages for actors some more!

Yamaguchi: “Good luck. I’ll also be coming to see your next performance, y’know.”

Kumon: Good luck with your match, too, Yamaguchi!

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[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 21: Brain And Brawn

Miyazaki: Well then, we shall take a twenty-minute break here.

Miyazaki: The first part was mostly focused on physical expression.

Miyazaki: Next, we will have you split into groups and discuss role-building based on the script you will be given.

Miyazaki: At the end, we will have all groups actually perform. I look forward to seeing the results.

Participant A: Agh~ This is too much…

Participant B: I’m so tired… And there’s more to go…

Participant A: I can’t keep myself standing anymore…

Kumon: Whew~ I worked up a sweat~!

Muku: This kinda reminds me of track and field club training.

Kumon: Same! It’s kinda nostalgic, so I’m having fun!

Muku: Banri-san did say that even though the directors' workshop he participated in was tough, the one for actors is much more physically demanding.

Kumon: We’ve got the stamina for it, I think we’ve got this!

Muku: Yup, let’s do our best! Kazu-kun and Tenma-kun must also be working hard abroad as we speak.

Kumon: Alriiight, we’re not losing to them~!

-

Muku: I was pretty confident in my physical stamina, but my legs won’t stop shaking now.

Kumon: I used up all my brain cells and got hungry~...

Muku: This really reminded me that acting needs you to use both your brain and your body to the fullest.

Kumon: Yeah. I think I’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight.

Muku: Definitely. Let’s review a bit of what we did today to prepare for tomorrow before we go to bed.

Kumon: You’re right!

Muku: By the way, Kyu-chan, you did amazing in the physical expressions for the first part.

Kumon: I’m good at using my body~ But, Muku, you were so good at the second part’s discussion for the role-building!

Kumon: You could point out things no one else had noticed, and I kept being like, “I see~”!

Muku: Ehehe, thanks. Let’s do our best tomorrow too.

Kumon: Yeah!

-

Juza: Welcome back.

Kumon: We’re back, Nii-chan!

Muku: We’re back, Ju-chan.

Juza: The food’s ready. Tsuzuru-san made simmered pork today.

Kumon: Yay! I’ll get lots of refills!

Juza: Also, I got chocolates from that shop we’ve been eyeing, if you wanna have dessert.

Muku: Really? I’m so happy. I think I used my head a bit too much, because I’ve been craving something sweet. I can’t wait!

Juza: Looks like you worked hard. Tell me about it later.

Kumon: Okay! We got tired, but it was fun!

Muku: We learned lots.

-

Kumon: Ah~ I’m beat~ Maybe practicing by myself after the workshop was a bit too much…

Kumon: But this has been a super intense week~ Muku being with me made reviewing much more helpful, so it felt pretty satisfying.

Kumon: All that’s left is to practice by myself whenever I can, and give everyone some whiplash with how much I’ve grown when they get back~!

Kumon: Owowow… Some thorough stretching and a good massage would be so good right about now…

[Phone vibrating]

Kumon: Oh, it’s Yamaguchi.

[Kumon picks up]

Kumon: Hello?

Yamaguchi: “Ah, is now a good time?”

Kumon: Yup! Something wrong?

Yamaguchi: “Nah, we’ve just both been busy and haven’t talked much, so I was wondering what you’re up to.”

Kumon: Listen to this~ I’ve been going to a workshop, and it’s so physically demanding that I’m beat. What about you?

Yamaguchi: “I’m using up all my juice on uni baseball practice. We have a bunch of consecutive matches lined up, so it’s gonna be rough.”

Kumon: I’ll give you a massage next time we hang!

Yamaguchi: “Oh yeah, you’re good at this stuff, aren’t ya Kumon? You read lots of books and had the coach teach you.”

Kumon: I learned how my body works and how to prevent injuries, it was really interesting and useful.

Yamaguchi: “Actors also have to move around a lot during performances, so it’s pretty tough for you all too, right? Wouldn’t it be a good idea to do this to your troupemates too?”

Yamaguchi: “You guys also exert your bodies, so this would be good to prevent injuries.”

Kumon: I see…! You’re right. I’ll look a lil more into massages for actors!

Yamaguchi: “Good luck. I’ll come see your next play too.”

Kumon: Good luck at your matches too, Yamaguchi!

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[thequietkid-moonie]

Hi if you have time, could I request zerofuku (happy and grief/murder mode) with a female, or gn if you prefer, affectionate human so? Someone who likes cuddling, playing with his hair and showers him with compliments and flirty/cheesy one liners because he's cute when flustered

Happy holidays

Zerofuku with an affectionate S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Records of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ]

There is nothing I want more than hug him like there is no tomorrow, thank you so much for requesting it 🥺❤️❤️

And sorry for make you wait so long! Hope you had happy holidays too

Zerofuku is used to be alone, so he will have some troubles when you two start dating, mainly because he doesn't know how he is supoused to act, but little by little will get more comfortable

Zerofuku is selfless, he is always looking after your well-being and happiness without even expecting something in exchange, that is way he was surprised with your affectionate nature, whenever he does something for you you always thank him and not just with a simple word, sometimes with hugs, with some kisses, sometimes even saying how much you love him, and every time you do it he get so flustered. He always insist that is nothing or that you don't have to do so much for him, but you always insist that you want to

It would take a long time for him to get used to your affectionate nature, and even when he does you still manage to surprise him all the time

Zerofuku is touch starved, he has been living alone for a long time so, as much as he become a blushing flustered mess, he crave for that affection, he may even will be trying to win your attention and affection for a while, doing things for you so you could reward him with the affection he craves, until he realice that he doesn't need to do anything because you do it out off love and not as some kind of reward

He isn't going to start the affection, he is just too shy and the only thought of doing it make him so flustered so he will just follow you

He loves whenever you hug him or kiss him, for cuddles it would take more time since he doesn't know how do it and is afraid of doing it bad, but with some time he will get used to and will even become a little adicted to it, wanting to cuddle you every time he gets the chance

At first he was nervous when you start playing with his hair or hands, not wanting to move not even an inch to not bother you or interrupt you, but after some time he will get used to and every time you do it he is practically hypnotized (specially when you play with his hands)

When he gets used to your affectionate nature it would become a big part of his daily life, so he will inmediatly notice whenever you are a little less affectionate, even if is just a little and he worries that something is bothering you, he will even ask you if everything is alright. Also every time you two are apart for too long he will be noticibly down, missing you, and when you two meet again he will cling to you for a while, not wanting to leave your side again

Zerofuku prefers gentle or playful gestures like honding hands or whenever you surprise him with a hug, a soft kiss or butterflies kisses all over his face, and cuddles when you two are resting or go to sleep

He apreciate the compliments but that makes him more flustered that physical affection, he usually answer that it's not that big of a deal or try to bush it off whenever you compliment him, but if you insist he will be even more flustered and flattered, that much that he even start stuttering and look at anything but you. He doesn't fully understand the cheesy stuff but still it makes him feel fuzzy (mainly because it cames from you)

He doesn't handle too well the teasing, it make him more nervous and insecure, he take it a little too serious thinking that he actually has done something bad or that you are making fun of him

After getting carried away by the pain he had nothing behind aside for an inmense anger and sadness, and still you show him that you aren't going to leave him

If you two were already on a relationship it would easier for him leave you stay in his life, and still at first he told you to go away that you don't have to stay by his side now that he had nothing more than anger, even when deep down he was begging for you to stay with him, the fact that you had chosen to stay by his side helped him don't fall into unbearable sadness

This will make to you to have some kind of restart because Zerofuku will be wary with you for a while (especially since you are human, just like all the people how had hurt him), he will have to learn to trust you and get used to your affectionate nature once again

He won't believe your compliments or your kind words and he make it clear, calling you a liar or rolling his eyes, but the more you persist the more he start to warm up with you, you will know that he does becouse he stops rejecting you. It would take him a long time to answer, but at least he acept them, and when he does answer will be with an small thanks or even saying that what you say it isn't true because obviously you are a better person than him

He will be agressive at first whenever you try to get physicaly affectionate, removing your hand sharply and scolding you angrily, but after some time he will leave you give a try and start again with it, and this time he will be even more nervous, even when he know you from a long time and know that you feel nothing but love for him he still can't help but fear that you will have intention to hurt him

He from time to time he relax and let you play with his hair and hands, it remind him the past and he could get a little emotional, is in those moments when you could see him smiling with sincerity, and is on those moments when he will tell you how much he loves you and how he is grateful that you stay with him despite everything

Whenever you do something chessy he doesn't know how to answer to that, more that flustered (like before) he is confused, and even so he really likes it, so he usually just say an small thanks. And, now if you tease him he will start teasing you back

It would take him a long time get used to the affection but with patient he will at some point, Zerofuku won't be so affectionate like before but he still reminds clingy, he usually just accept the affection but not do it back all the time or just with small and soft gestures (he is far away from your intensity), but now from time to time is he who surprise you starting the affection (like a small kiss or hugging you out of the blue)

Even if he prefer to not be touched all the time he wants to be near you, right now you are the only thing that bring him some sort of happines and he fears that the world will try to hurt you, now that he had met the worst part of this world Zerofuku grows quite protective over you, he prefers to be by your side all the time and he gets wary whenever someone else is around

Now Zerofuku it isn't as selfless as he used to be, right now is when he let himself being selfish and he is with you, he could get possessive and overprotective from time to time, but he still loves you nonetheless so he still look after your well-being and happiness, so he most of the time let you do whatever you want as long as it doesn't involve leaving him, he may doesn't say it out loud but he doesn't thing he will not bear to lose you

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 16 - Back to the Music Store

Chapter summary: Beach Bear and Dook return to band practice for the first time since Beach Bear's accident.

A/N:

watch how long I can write a fanfic about a band without actually writing anyone perform music bc I don't know how to write it without it sounding awkward lmao god how long's it been since I updated. feels like ages. I'm back! and I'm gonna (try to) upload two days in a row to make up for it! we have a little downtime plot-wise rn as we shift gears a little. beach bear's character arc is starting to wrap up, and that leaves us with dook to explore :] I've done a lotta thinking on the guy lately and I'm excited to see where his arc takes us (it's gonna be sadddd) that's all I got today i think! see you tomorrow (probably)! enjoy the chapter!

Chapter word count: 1,172

<- Chapter 15 - Chapter 17 ->

Read it on AO3!

"Y'know we don't have to do this," Dook says.

"I want to," Beach Bear insists. "We already missed band practice last week. I don't want us to fall behind just because of me."

Dook pushes Beach Bear's wheelchair down the street toward the music store. With his car still gone and Beach Bear himself out of commission, they had to take the bus. At least it's got a wheelchair lift, Dook figures. It was a bit of an ordeal getting Beach Bear in and out of Fatz' car the other day. With time, and physical therapy, though, things should get easier.

"What're we gonna fall behind from?" Dook mutters, more of a statement than a question. "We haven't even gotten any gigs yet."

"Yeah, 'cause we don't have a full set list yet," Beach Bear says back. "We need to write more."

"What, you wanna do all original stuff?" Dook asks. " 'S not gonna hurt us to have a few covers. 'Specially if we're just startin' out."

"I guess," Beach Bear says. "I just feel like we can do better."

The two enter the music store, heading into the back room.

"We can take it easy today, though," Dook suggests, leaving Beach Bear by the couch. "Maybe we just play around for a while."

"We always do that," Beach Bear complains. "I wanna get serious."

Dook looks at Beach Bear. He knows him when he gets antsy like this, and it's usually because of something other than the thing he's actually complaining about. But before he gets the chance to ask, the door swings open again.

"Beach Bear!"

"Mitzi!" Beach Bear's face lights up upon seeing her. Mitzi runs to him, giving him a hug. He groans, the force of her body hitting him rough on his still-healing chest. It doesn't stop him from smiling at the sight of her, though.

"I'm so excited to see you here," he says. "We've been hurting for a singer like nobody's business."

"I'm excited too! I wanna sing Monkees," she says.

Beach Bear falters a bit. "N– No, Mitzi, we're not gonna do the Monkees," he says. "We're trying to focus on original music now."

"C'mon, Beach Bear, it's her first day," Dook says. "Ease her in with some Monkees if she wants."

Beach Bear looks between their two expectant faces. "...Alright," he relents. "But just for today."

"Yes!" Mitzi bounces excitedly.

The door opens again. "Morning, everyone," Fatz says.

"Morning, Fatz," Dook says.

"Hey, Fatz," Beach Bear says.

"Hi Fatz!" Mitzi says.

"Mitzi!" Fatz reaches out for a high five, which Mitzi happily obliges. "It's good to see you here."

"We're gonna sing Monkees," she tells him.

"Yeah, it was Beach Bear's idea," Dook teases.

"Hey, now," Beach Bear complains. Then, "Dook, pass me my guitar, would ya?"

"Hi everyooone!" Looney Bird calls, following Billy Bob into the room.

"Heyyy," Dook says back in the same cadence, reaching for Beach Bear's guitar. "We're gonna do the Monkees."

"Yeah, it was my idea," Beach Bear says. Mitzi laughs.

Dook hands Beach Bear his guitar. "How've you two been?" He asks Billy Bob.

"Oh, fine," he says. "Just the usual."

"Billy Bob set the kitchen on fire last night," Looney Bird butts in.

Billy Bob laughs loudly and awkwardly, trying to brush off the comment without inviting any further question. He isn't questioned outright, but does get a questioning look from Dook and Fatz.

"...Well, gee, it wasn't the whole kitchen," Billy Bob finally says. "I left the stove goin' too high!"

"Yeah, and the stove was on fire!" Looney Bird says.

"Ain't a stove supposed to be on fire?" Fatz says. "How're you supposed to cook the food otherwise?"

"It's supposed to be a little on fire," Billy Bob adds.

"Not that much," Looney Bird says.

"Dook," Beach Bear interrupts. He's sitting with his guitar held awkwardly and uncomfortably. "Can we talk outside for a sec?"

"Yeah," Dook says. He helps Beach Bear leave his guitar on the couch and follows him outside the room.

"I can't do this," Beach Bear admits.

"Aw, don't get yourself down so quick," Dook says.

"No, I mean, I literally can't play my guitar," Beach Bear says. "It's–" He makes a vague motion with his hands, trying to illustrate a point and failing. "I can't get it to rest on my lap right 'cause of the damn wheelchair."

"Oh. Well... What if you sat on the couch instead?" Dook asks. That's where he usually sits, anyway. "I don't mind helpin' you."

"Even if I did, I..." He looks down at his right arm, still in a cast. "I'm kinda restricted right now."

"Oh," Dook says. He doesn't have an easy fix for that one.

"I should've thought about this before I started saying I wanted to do band practice again," Beach Bear says. "I don't know how I didn't realize I wouldn't be able to play music."

"Well, now you really are gettin' down on yourself," Dook says. "We can figure somethin' out." What else can he do, though? It's not like Beach Bear plays any other instruments...

"...Hey, uh, Beach Bear?" Dook starts.

"Yeah?"

"Y'know how I said no more secrets between us?"

"...Yeah?"

"I, uh, I have a confession to make," Dook says. "Last time you went out to the beach, I was doin' some cleaning, and I, ah... I found that disc you didn't want me to hear, from a while back. And I played it."

"Ah, geez," Beach Bear says, cringing. "That's embarrassing. It's not even close to finished."

"B- But," Dook continues, "I thought you were fantastic! I think you're a great singer. And if you can't play guitar, maybe..."

"...I can't," Beach Bear says.

"Why not?" Dook asks. "There's nothin' wrong with your voice!"

"It's not my voice, I..." Beach Bear glances toward the door, toward everyone waiting inside. "...I've got, like... stage fright, I guess. I can't sing on the spot, y'know? I've never been good at it. I need time to prepare."

"...Oh." Dook isn't sure what to say. This explains a lot, he realizes. "I... I guess you don't have to, then. I just thought–"

"No, I understand," Beach Bear says. "I appreciate it, really." He smiles at him. "You really liked it?"

Dook couldn't overstate how much he liked it. " 'Course I liked it."

Beach Bear seems to think on that for a moment. Then, finally, "Alright. I'll try."

"Y- You sure?"

"Yeah," he says. "What's your favorite Monkees song, Dook?"

"Uhh–" Now Dook feels on the spot. He skims through every Monkees song he can think of off the top of his head– "I guess, uh, 'Pleasant Valley Sunday,'" he finally offers.

Beach Bear grins. "Alright. I'll sing that, then."

Dook feels his face heat up, and he prays it's not visible. Beach Bear turns and re-enters the practice room without him, smiling the whole time. He's still running laps around him, even like this... Dook follows him inside. At least he gets to hear him sing again.

[boydepartment]

Pizza Parlor- Lee Felix: Chapter 3.5

Description: Y/n is a stressed-out college student who has no idea what she is doing with her life. She is always wrapped up in nostalgia and her friends seem to know exactly what they're doing. Feeling insecure one night she decides to go on an old website. Club Penguin. Little does she know; she would encounter a certain penguin who was also having a rough night.

Stray Kids are idols, TXT is not.

Partial smau, mainly written.

Warnings for chapter 3.5: Felix’s POV, cursing.

WC- 400??? back next

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Song for Chapter 3.5: Troublemaker (feat. Flo Rida) – Olly Murs

Chapter 3.5: OH GOD SHE KNOWS ME????? WELL NOT- NOT THAT HE IS ME

After the call Felix walked back to the practice room, he felt giddy. He almost had a little bounce in his step. He was always happy to help a friend in need. Felix couldn’t help replaying when she called him, “baby.” Maybe it was just because he hadn’t had that kind of affection from anyone but his members for the past 4-5 years.

                “Someone is happy.” Seungmin commented. This led to everyone looking at him.

                “What no… I mean yes, I am just so excited to dye my hair tomorrow.” He laughed nervously. Han looked at him with a funny look.

                “At least YOU are excited for the grey hair dye, I wanted blue again but noOooo. I have to go from grey to blond again.” Han laid out on the floor; Chan then got everyone back on topic.

Around the end of practice, Felix’s phone started blowing up. He practically sprinted to it and unlocked his phone.

                “You have to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!” Felix practically whisper-yelled at his phone. He genuinely thought he was in the clear here. What the hell was he supposed to do?? He can’t just TELL y/n he’s THE LEE FELIX. What if she sold him out? I mean yeah, she is so sweet and kind, but he only JUST called her. Maybe he should just delete his existence. That is such a good idea.

Felix went to go to the delete account button, but he stopped himself. He didn’t want this. Felix found himself trying to press it but physically couldn’t make himself. Okay wait, she doesn’t HAVE to know it’s him, people have weird doppelgangers all the time. Okay wait what if he like, made her stop liking them. Okay good plan, good plan.

Felix gave himself a little pat on the back, he really secured this! Packing up his stuff he started heading to the vending machine to get a drink. He was so excited to get home now. He was about pick a drink when someone walked up behind him. "Hey have you been feeling okay mate?" Felix looked up and saw Chan. "Oh yeah! I am doing great! I am just excited to get home and relax yaknow?" Felix said and finally picked a drink. "Is there like a new game out or something?" Chan put his card in to get a drink too. "Nah." Felix smiled to himself, "I have been playing an old game recently though and the community got revived so I guess I have been excited about that. The one Han and I played together a little while ago." Chan let out a hum and picked up his drink, "alright man, have fun!" Felix ended up leaving the JYP building with an actual spring in his step.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Taglist: @bloofairyfox @yellowroses-world @g4m3girl Taglist is always open :) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors note: OKAY SO I DID POST TWICE TODAY!!!! I AM SORRY IF ITS ANNOYING EHEHHEHE before I post the next chapter I might write the rest of the "Falling in love with him" mini series I have. I will still keep on track though for chapter 4, I'll post that in like two days hehe. I still CANNOT believe I finished all my math for next week like thats insane. That really does mean more writing and watching movies for me :) I am trying to currently watch all the Harry Potter movies since I have already seen like every Marvel movie like 3 times. ANYWAYS this is getting really long! It is evening for me so rest up my dears or have a good day <3 hugs and kisses -jayjay

[yournewfriendshouse]

discussion with my psych yesterday about anxiety

he acknowledged that my anxiety has become sensitised much like fibro and chronic fatigue was and we talked about how weird the body was because it literally was indeed giving me highly sensitised anxiety symptoms for eating chilli—and I’ve been able to bring that down with exposure

but I needed a tool to help with when things are really bad like last week when there was an actual tiger (homelessness and having to move a house full of stuff in two months with cfs) looming over me and I was completely non functional and not abke to sleep

so he said the first thing to try is instead of pushing the panicked ‘tiger!!!!’ thoughts away (because I needed to sleep so that I could deal with them tomorrow) to hold onto them

just try to like pull them in and choke them out and keep them close. he said that your brain isn’t inclined to do that but as the thought slips through your brain that’s less inclined to linger. so we’ll see. he daid it takes practice and you’re training your brain so it won’t be like instantanouslybrsducing anxiety but it should teach your brain not to think anxiety is poisonous and make your body literally respond to that with physical symptoms

the other thing was that I kept saying ‘I’ll attack the problem tomorrow’ and trying to push away my thoughts every time my brain wanted to solve the issue and instead I should turn on the light and grab a pen and paper and write down the problem and everything I can think of that I can do in the moment, and then when I’ve run out I’ll have a higher chance to get to sleep. that one I should have realised myself because a lot of those sleepless nights are because my brain is a problem solver’s brain with existential issues and I often can’t get to sleep till I finish a story or solve the problem that it’s decided to latch onto and keep turning over

anyway hopefully I’ll be able to find this post again lmao

anyway what do you do when there is a tiger in the room with you? you hug the tiger aparently

[sassafrassbass]

I have been going on an very intense journey of self discovery much like the Native Americans this weekend to figure out what makes me tick and I’ve been very sleep deprived and crying and doing extremely intense thinking about what I want out of my life. Here’s a random highlight of the wild places my brain and body have been taking me. I’m forcing myself tj be sleep deprived and I made a lot of high calorie healthy smoothies and forcing as many calories in me to destroy this idea that I can’t be healthy, limber and fat at the same time because you’re going to get fat training for muscle, and not worry if I am looking fat or not. Just train my body and mind I’m segments like the Ninja Turtles. But it’s been rough and I’ve broken down and cried so many times and found ways to keep going and make plans and pushing past this stupid mental barrier. I want to live up to that message my shirt. I don’t want to be trapped by any limits anymore. I want to be a damsel in success, like Princess Peach. I can feel all the physical changes I’m making. With being able to get food down so I wanted to take this weekend to explore and unpack a lot of stuff and just keep forcing and pushing my stomachs limits while seeing how I get inspired and get a drive and it really has helped so far and one of my biggest fears is that old adage that being fat isn’t healthy. But it is. And if you’re going. To train your body for muscle, you’re going to get fat. So I need to shatter that mental block that it’s bad and just worry about how I feel mentally and physically and not worry about the look and go for the physical strength I need and discipline my insides. So I’ve made it my goal to gain some fat quick to tell myself it’s okay. I am still working on the calories in the list and there will be more tomorrow and I’ve been stretching and doing squats and light workouts this whole time. So I’m doing it as healthily has possible. Like I need to do this and train like this for my own good and health. So I started at 250.8 just a few days ago and working very hard to work on loving my body and getting used to gaining weight and it’s been extremely hard work feeling bloated all the time and like you’re unattractive, but you’re actually not. You’re beautiful and healthy because you know what you’re putting into your body to train and become stronger and need to do this and gain weight as part of my training.

I want to live like a true member of the Hamato clan and someone that would make Jason David Frank proud. My life has been pretty shitty but I’m glad I’m still here. I want to expand on my tattoos as I’m training my body and mind to be a better person. Ive already somewhat started and I was getting a better aspect when I was psychoanalyzing character development in TMNT 3: Turtles in Time movie for hours and I have a raw video of the whole Snapchat story of my day I can upload somewhere that’s 8 minutes long. But yeah here’s the last bit as a taste of what I was doing and having fun with it.

I’m starting with Michelangelo qualities of maturing and taking in more responsibilities but still having time for fun and nunchuck practice. Plus I want to still be quick, limber and lithe and quick with a joke, so he’s always been my favorite and relate to him a lot in his different iterations.

I’ve been practicing changing different positions with them stretching and feels really good to do good fluid movement stretching and then gets your arms tired from pulling so hard in different positions.

But my next is Raphael to work on slowing down and taking time to relax and not be so quick to anger and deal with my body issues because Raphael’s pure essence is generally fueled by hate, rage, sarcasm, and those things suck for mental health sometimes. Just like Sensei says, “Anger clouds the mind and when turned inward becomes and unconquerable enemy.” So I’ve got great insight for my Michelangelo discipline, and now need that work towards my Raphael discipline this year with getting in touch with my body now that I’ve gotten in tune with my spirit. Much of Raphael’s fighting style isn’t about using his weapons, but more the way he moves his body and uses the environment. This body phase is definitely the toughest and roughest challenge yet to overcome.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary21

9/25-26/2023

i took a walk today.

i saw this guy. i took a picture with him too.

i can scarcely imagine what people are supposed to use this guy for i guess you just throw balls at him and practice aim or something. encountering him felt really crazy. just disused shadows of men posed and waiting to play ball with you.

anyways, i also cleaned the apartment a bunch while listening to the locust and electrosleep int'l, the floors of the bathroom, and then the studio zone i guess, kitchen and everything, under my gf's desk, and i also super cleaned off our kettle, i'd like to go at it again but it's in a decent enough state now. this is gross but oil splatters onto it and i just didn't really bother. don't think badly of me please. it's not like it's for anything but hot water, and like, it's not fancy. but seeing it cleaner, to the point i could really actually see myself in it, was crazy, it's this old thing from my grandma, i never saw the thing approaching bright.

tomorrow we're going to see a movie, and then after is errand day again. everything is super busy suddenly, i guess.

not really actually. but you know. or you don't. i dunno what i'm saying honestlyyy.

i took a walk today, and cleaned so much today, because i need to take a break from music so i can go back to these songs and with a clear head actually listen and decide on changes and things, see what is actually good, or closer to actually good, and what isn't. i've driven myself slightly crazy. i think the most i can let myself do each day, is work on guitar tones, just little stuff at this point, figure out cool ways to distort things and whatever else. to help with guitars, i acquired (lololol) a plugin that simulates pickups on a guitar. really really useful actually. i honestly expected it to sssuck, but it didn't/doesn't, and that plugin came with another thing that can do distortion, and it's a good sounding distortion/bunch of good sounding distortions.

so now that i have all these amp sims, a pickup sim, some physical modeling, impulse responses to simulate cabs, i'm excited about putting imperfect guitar simulations through these things to reach fucked up and weird tones. so far though, i'm really fond of all the ring modulation options i have. they can help me get some locust-y sounds. i can already do that on my own too though honestly.

i should do the last bits of working out i need to do today and wash my face after this song.

today i've also been looking for more images of grubs/larvae/whatever, for the cover art.

and now the movie tomorrow is a maybe. that's mostly okay i guess. i could go either way i was just excited for it because it'd be a welcome distraction so i wouldn't keep obsessing. we'd have to go to a part of town that honestly i am not super crazy about. downtown is just super, i dunno, grody in a way. mega gentrified, supra-millennial, hot, sad. it's the los angeles las vegas crossroads, really. it's better than the strip which is just a soulsucking hell every time i'm there for even a little bit. but the movie would probably be really good, it'd be a wkw movie i'm pretty sure, i've never seen any of his movies.

on my walk i didn't see much else that was really memorable i guess, i walked around where i normally walk around, a lot of other people out today which makes me feel nervous a little i guess, some people stare. i guess at the end of the day i just hope they stare in the more positive way and not because they think i'm way disgusting or something but the positive way is also not actually positive. it's just unfortunately somewhat gratifying to be seen like that i guess.

anyways i'm really sleepy now, so maybe i should just go lay down earlier than usual. it might be really good for me. i can't wait to see if i feel good tomorrow and then not ruin that with forcing myself to sit and listen to these songs over and over and instead maybe just working on a guitar sound or something. that would be kind of a nice day, and then maybe going and seeing a movie, and if i don't i dunno.

oh, tonight i tried something new, breaded chicken and gochujang butter instead of miso butter (still kind of miso butter because i put miso in there too). it was really good. it's kind of like, the best of both worlds.

anyways, byebye!!