#what if I wrote about 2pm more....

[planetdream]

Taecyeon..I mean...😏🤤

SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGGGSSSSS

every so often I get lost in a daydream involving taecyeon fucking me in a headlock....and that's the energy that pornstar!taec would embody, imo. a rough fuck but he's incredibly kinda and sweet—fucks you like he loves you, no matter how rough he is, taecyeon is incredibly sensual, from his touches, kisses and the motion of his cock; his every move is calculated and with intent....maybe he wants you to fall in love....

also.... long, veiny cock..avg girth w a brown shaft n slightly pink tip #yeah

[coriihanniee]

WHEN YOU'RE SICK VS WHEN HE'S SICK ⋆˚✿˖°

۶ৎ PAIRING : boynextdoor x gn!reader ۶ৎ GENRE(S) : established relationship, a whole load of FLUFF!!! ۶ৎ WARNINGS(S) : mentions of fever, colds, and general illness (nothing severe), slight medical caretaking (blankets, soup, cold compress, etc.), lots of secondhand embarrassment from Jaehyun and Woonhak being dramatic (not actually hehe), minor mentions of emotional clinginess and crying (but in a soft/funny way) ۶ৎ WORD COUNT : 0.3k - 0.5k words

۶ৎ A/N : My first ever headcanon fic! 💌 This one’s a little self-indulgent since I’m currently sick rn .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·. so I wrote about how BOYNEXTDOOR would take care of you (or how they'd act if they were the sick ones themselves). Also… I just realized every fic I’ve written so far has been angst… 😳 So please accept this soft, chaotic fluff as a humble apology for emotionally wrecking you all. Consider it a tissue and a warm soup for your soul 🥲💗

SUNGHO ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐

ᰔ when you're sick :

۶ৎ balances between giving you space and checking in just enough to make sure you're comfortable

۶ৎ makes a quick trip to the store and returns with medicine, your favorite drinks, and a small surprise to cheer you up

۶ৎ helps change your bedsheets because "fresh sheets always feel better when you're under the weather"

۶ৎ wears a mask even if you’re the sick one :

"Sungho, I’m the contagious one."

"Yeah, but what if I breathe in your sick and it bounces back at you?? Think, babe.”

۶ৎ checks your temperature every five minutes because he's convinced your fever is one decimal away from a medical emergency :

 “Sungho you checked my temperature five minutes ago…”

“Yeah, and what if it went up since then? What if you're like... melting and I missed it?”

۶ৎ lays you gently in bed like a precious doll. Adjusts the blanket 12 times. Pats it smooth. Kisses your forehead, checks for fever, then kisses it again just in case :

“You’re acting like I’m dying.”

“I almost lost you to a paper cut once. Let me panic in peace.”

۶ৎ offers to make you simple but nutritious meals : "You need to keep your strength up."

۶ৎ keeps making you tea, but forgets he already made one, so by 2pm you have five mugs on your nightstand and he’s still going. “Tea is healing, babe. You're basically 80% tea now.”

۶ৎ reads out funny messages from the other members to make you smile

۶ৎ stays up to check on your breathing :

“Okay… still breathing. Good. You're doing amazing, sweetie. I love you.”

ᰔ when he's sick :

۶ৎ refuses to admit he’s sick for the longest time. He’s wiping down counters, vacuuming the floor with a tissue stuck to one nostril like :

“I’m not sick, I just— achoo—need to open a window or something.”

۶ৎ tries to go to the gym anyway. You physically have to block the door :

"You’re sweating and not in a gains way, Sungho."

"But my back day—"

"Will be waiting when you’re not running a fever."

۶ৎ refuses to be babied… until you do

۶ৎ at first he’s all “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

۶ৎ but the moment you put a cool cloth on his forehead or brush his hair back, his whole body melts and he just whispers, “...Do that again.”

۶ৎ he usually holds you at night, but when he’s sick, he turns into the clingiest little spoon

۶ৎ Lays on your chest with a pitiful voice :

 “I think I’m dying.”

“You have a cold.”

“A dramatic one.”

۶ৎ still tries to meal prep through the sickness

۶ৎ you catch him in the kitchen trying to chop broccoli with a hoodie over his head, sniffing every five seconds :

“Sungho. Please go lie down.”

“But we need protein—”

“I will feed you boiled eggs. Just. Go.”

۶ৎ will grumble about “not being weak,” but the second you tuck the blanket under his chin or spoon-feed him porridge, he’s looking at you with those lovey dovey eyes :

“I could get used to this.”

“You better not.”

۶ৎ pouts when you leave the room for 2 seconds :

“I’m just getting you more tea.”

“I thought you abandoned me. (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ”

RIWOO ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐

ᰔ when you're sick :

۶ৎ shows up with no announcement, just slips into your home with comfort food and quiet support

۶ৎ doesn’t say much, but somehow he’s cooked your comfort meal exactly how you like it — “Not too spicy. I remember.”

۶ৎ leaves sticky notes all around your space :

"Take this one after lunch." (on your meds)

"Drink water or I will be silently disappointed." (on your water bottle)

"Eat this. I picked out the weird onions." (on your porridge)

۶ৎ you don’t even see him move—he’s just like a ghost nurse who appears, helps, and vanishes

۶ৎ sits at the foot of the bed, just watching something on his phone with the volume low so he doesn’t disturb you

۶ৎ occasionally tosses you a fruit snack like a koala being fed at a zoo

۶ৎ gives your ankle a gentle squeeze like: I’m here, rest easy.

۶ৎ puts on a movie or show he knows you'll enjoy, sitting close enough that you can lean on him if you want

۶ৎ remembers the little details about how you like your tea or what side you prefer to sleep on

۶ৎ doesn’t make a fuss about the tissues or mess. He just calmly puts on gloves, clears everything up, and hums quietly to himself

۶ৎ you try to thank him. He shrugs. “I like taking care of you.” …

۶ৎ now your fever’s worse, but for romantic reasons

ᰔ when he's sick :

۶ৎ becomes extra quiet, communicating mostly through sleepy nods and head shakes

۶ৎ he’s in full cozy mode — oversized hoodie, two pairs of socks, blanket wrapped like a cocoon. He just blinks slowly from the corner of the couch while you fuss over him

۶ৎ wants you nearby but doesn't want to be a burden : "You don't have to stay..."

۶ৎ this cutie always wants food but has no energy 🥹 :

“I want kimchi jjigae… but the chopsticks are too far.”

 “They’re literally next to you.”

“...Then fate is against me.”

۶ৎ sometimes, he'll just stare longingly at the fridge and sigh :

“Do you want juice?”

“...Wouldn’t mind some. If the universe provides.” (The “universe” is you. Obviously.)

۶ৎ is somehow still able to make dad jokes :

 “I made you soup.”

“Soup-erb. You’re soup-erb. You’re… souper.”

“Stop.”

“Can’t. I’m on a broth roll.”

۶ৎ gets embarrassed about how messy his hair looks or how raspy his voice becomes

۶ৎ doesn’t want to talk much, but wants you nearby. Will hold your pinky with his under the blanket

۶ৎ if you leave the room too long, he texts you “🧃? 🥺” or a sad selfie with half his face under a hoodie

۶ৎ the rare, genuine smile he gives when you bring him something he needs without asking speaks volumes 💕

JAEHYUN ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐

ᰔ when you're sick :

۶ৎ you sneeze once and Jaehyun is already in your room with a thermometer, two drinks (water and vitamin juice), tissues, a plushie, and five different worries :

“Baby?? My love?? My precious one?? Are you okay?? Are you dying?? Should we call the hospital?? Should I fight your immune system??” 

۶ৎ cannot stop talking… "So I was thinking about what might make you feel better and I remembered this one time when I was sick and my mom did this thing with ginger and honey and…”

۶ৎ walks in with a bowl of soup like it’s the Olympic torch :

 “I have brought you a gift. A miracle. A healing potion passed down by my ancestors—”

“It’s literally instant porridge.”

“Don’t ruin the lore.”

۶ৎ constantly flits around your space, adjusting blinds, fluffing pillows, reorganizing medicine

۶ৎ “I wanna hug you but I don’t wanna get sick.” So he lies at the edge of the bed, dramatically stretching one arm over to hold your hand. Ten minutes later he’s asleep on top of you anyway

۶ৎ sends hourly encouraging text messages with an excessive amount of emojis

۶ৎ dramatically reads stories to distract you, doing all the character voices

۶ৎ while you nap, he tapes a little note to your vitamin bottle that says “eat these or I cry ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢”

۶ৎ his genuine concern shows in how he keeps touching your forehead, shoulder, hand - just making sure you're okay

ᰔ when he's sick :

۶ৎ somehow becomes EVEN MORE talkative, but now with a raspy voice :

"I'm fine! I'm fine! It's just a little cold! Did I tell you about the dream I had last night?"

۶ৎ gets emotional about literally everything : "This tissue is so soft... why am I crying?”

۶ৎ SO clingy. Will not let you leave the room. Follows you with his eyes like a sad puppy :

“Where are you going? You’re leaving me?”

“To get your medicine.”

“…Take me with you 🥺”

۶ৎ literally wraps himself around your arm like a koala :

“Can you feed me?”

“You can feed yourself.”

“Yeah but it tastes better when you do it 😔”

۶ৎ coughs once and acts like he's on death's doorstep :

“This is it. This is how it ends.”

“Jaehyun, you’re being so dramatic—”

“Tell Taesan to take my solo lines. Tell Riwoo he was my favorite. Tell Woonhak I've loved him since the very day I birthed him.”

۶ৎ basically the most dramatic out of the six :

 “Promise me something.”

“…What?”

“If I don’t make it, delete all my selfies. But leave the ones from Jeju. I looked good in those.”

TAESAN ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐

ᰔ when you're sick :

۶ৎ also doesn’t say much, but somehow everything’s already done

۶ৎ your meds? On the nightstand. Water? Cold and fresh. Room? Quiet and dim. You didn’t even hear him come in

۶ৎ tucks you in like it's instinct. Pulls the blanket over your shoulders. Adjusts the pillow. Brushes a hand over your forehead like he’s checking if you’re too warm, too cold, or just need a little affection. Doesn’t say anything about it

۶ৎ plays soft alt rock through his speaker, says, “This helped my little sister. Might help you too.” 

۶ৎ if you try to get up and do anything, he just goes, “Sit.” And you…sit

۶ৎ folds your laundry, disinfects your phone, and empties the trash without being asked. “I’ve done this before. You're not allowed to move unless it’s to hug me.”

۶ৎ deadpan threatens you whenever he tries feeding you :

“Eat or I'm sending Woonhak your sick selfies.”

“That's blackmail!”

“And it works.”

۶ৎ adjusts your blanket while you’re sleeping. You pretend you don’t notice. He pretends he didn’t do it. You both know he did

۶ৎ never says he's worried, but you can tell from the small acts of services he does and how he glances at you every 5 seconds like : please feel better already 

ᰔ when he's sick :

۶ৎ he doesn't like feeling weak, so he tries to hide it

۶ৎ you only found out he's sick because he sneezed twice during a voice call and his voice cracked :

“Are you sick?”

“...no.”

“You sound like a dying cat.”

“...cool.”

۶ৎ eventually gives in to your care… but barely speaks

۶ৎ will wrap himself in layers and still be cold

۶ৎ he’s in a hoodie, scarf, and blanket burrito — arms crossed, nose red, refusing to admit he’s miserable :

“Why are you sulking?”

“I'm not. I just... can’t breathe.”

۶ৎ if you sit by his bed and play with his hair or read next to him, he instantly knocks out. Doesn’t say anything, but shifts closer in his sleep

۶ৎ grumbles softly when you get up like: no, warmth, come back.

۶ৎ giant mountain? More like giant baby 

۶ৎ secretly appreciates everything you do for him 🥹

۶ৎ he won’t say “thank you” outright. But when he’s feeling a bit better, he pulls you in for a quiet hug and murmurs, “You take care of me too well. It’s unfair.”

LEEHAN ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐

ִᰔ when you're sick :

۶ৎ arrives with a small aquarium: "Studies show watching fish reduces stress and helps healing!”

۶ৎ makes you hydration drinks with way too much love :

“What’s this?”

“It’s vitamin water… but I added lemon slices shaped like hearts and stirred it counter-clockwise for positive energy.”

“…Thank you?”

۶ৎ makes oddly specific but helpful remedies: "This is seaweed soup with exactly seven types of seaweed.”

۶ৎ sits beside your bed and whispers fish trivia to you :

“Did you know clownfish can change gender if the dominant female dies?”

“…Leehan.”

“It’s important to keep your brain stimulated while you’re resting!”

(But lowkey, his voice is so soothing you fall asleep halfway through a fact about seahorses.)

۶ৎ gives you his favourite plushie to cuddle with “for morale” he says : 

۶ৎ it’s shaped like a blue tang fish and smells faintly like lavender

“He’s been through a lot. He knows how to handle tough days.”

“What’s his name?”

“Doctor Tang.”

“…Okay.”

۶ৎ tucks you into bed with such care like he’s folding sacred origami. He literally whispers, “There. Safe and warm. Like a burrito. My burrito.” before kissing your forehead 💕

ᰔ when he's sick :

۶ৎ MY SHAYLAAAAA 😭😭😭

۶ৎ is so apologetic when he's sick :

“Sorry… my body is failing me… I didn’t mean to…”

“My love, it’s literally just a cold—”

“I let my white blood cells down.”

۶ৎ has a collection of soft blankets and aquatic plushies that only emerge when he's unwell

۶ৎ adores when you play with his hair or rub his back to help him relax 

۶ৎ wants you to play marine documentaries when he sleeps : “No horror movies. Just gentle turtles… maybe a kelp forest.”

۶ৎ falls asleep halfway through David Attenborough’s narration and smiles in his sleep when the narrator says “nudibranch”

۶ৎ once he's better, he acts like he had a spiritual journey :

“I dreamed I was a guppy floating through space.”

“…Okay.”

“And you were there. Feeding me vitamin jelly.”

“Hannie. Go brush your teeth.”

۶ৎ looks at you with such genuine gratitude for simple acts of care that it makes your heart melt

WOONHAK ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐

ᰔ when you're sick :

۶ৎ “YOU’RE WHAT? SICK?!”

۶ৎ he finds out and gasps like you told him you're moving to another country. Then runs around gathering everything like it’s a medical emergency :

“Do you need soup? Ice? Socks? Medicine? A hug? Two hugs??”

۶ৎ his naturally loud voice keeps dropping as he remembers to be quieter: "I brought SOUP! I mean... soup.”

۶ৎ brings an overflowing bag of snacks, drinks, and random items he thought might cheer you up

۶ৎ despite his playful nature, he shows remarkable maturity in how he cares for you

۶ৎ keeps trying to make you laugh: "A smile strengthens your immune system! I read that somewhere... or maybe I made it up?"

۶ৎ expresses his concern openly and warmly: "I was really worried about you, you know?”

۶ৎ puts on cartoons for you because "they heal the soul"

۶ৎ sits next to you under the blanket and gasps at every plot twist in Paw Patrol like it’s his first time watching :

“Did you SEE THAT? He SAVED THE BOAT—babe, are you watching?”

dozing off

“She’s sleeping peacefully… I’m sobbing.”

۶ৎ will not stop hugging you even though he’s told “no contact”

۶ৎ creates elaborate pillow fortresses around you "for protection against bad germs”

ᰔ when he's sick :

۶ৎ remember when I said Jaehyun is the most dramatic? He has some competition...

“Hey, how are you feeling—”

“I CAN’T SMELL. I MIGHT NEVER SMELL AGAIN.”

“It’s a stuffy nose—”

“I FORGOT WHAT CHOCOLATE SMELLS LIKE.”

۶ৎ lays on the bed like he’s in a music video about heartbreak. Blanket up to his nose. Arms flopped dramatically :

“Do you want tea?”

“I want… to feel alive again.”

۶ৎ slips into full baby mode because he just loves being babied by you but will never admit it :

“Will you brush my hair?”

“Can you sing to me while I nap?”

“Will you feed me tiny spoonfuls of soup and call me a strong boy?”

۶ৎ won’t eat unless you feed him

“No I can’t lift my arms… you have to do the airplane… no, wait, the rocket ship—okay I’m ready.”

opens mouth dramatically

۶ৎ whimpers if you try to leave the room :

“I’ll go make tea—”

“NoooOooOO don’t go… what if I need cuddles mid-sip…”

۶ৎ starts naming your care items

“This water bottle’s name is Aqua. She’s my emotional support friend now.”

“This tissue pack? He’s called Mr. Fluffy.”

۶ৎ gets genuinely sad when you try to throw them away

“You can’t just discard Fluffy like that... he caught my tears…”

۶ৎ the way he lights up when you bring him his favorite snack makes taking care of him rewarding

۶ৎ falls asleep holding your hand, looking younger and more vulnerable than usual🥹

@coriihanniee 💌

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[sherewrytes]

T. A. R (Time, Appreciation, Respect)

(I'll always want you part 2)

Synopsis: Ony was calling Y/N constantly these days, trying to always reach out to talk and say his piece. Y/N wasn't sure if she was ready for it.

C.W. Angst, Black coded reader, Drug use (weed). Song links used as reference.

Fanfic inspired by the following song.

Solange: Cranes in the sky

Link for part one here

Time had passed since your confrontation with Ony on that fateful night. The sting of betrayal still lingered, casting a shadow over your every thought and action. You still find herself unable to shake the memories of everything that took place between you and Ony and the raw emotions it had unleashed.

It's 2:30 AM. You lie awake, replaying the conversation with Ony in your mind. A part of you acknowledges he may be right, yet you find it impossible to converse without being overwhelmed by emotions.

You heard Annie out on her part to play in all this but not Ony. You didn't have class until 2pm today so you had enough time to sleep some more if needed. You got out of bed, stretched, went to your desk to journal to clear your mind.

You lit the candle on your desk, opened your journal and poured your feelings into it. The pen felt heavy in your hand, similar to how your heart felt in your chest. You wrote about the confusion swirling within you, torn between the logic of Ony's words and the ache of betrayal that still lingered deep within your soul. Memories flashed through your mind of happier times, of sad times and every moment in between. You knew you should hear him out but, you couldn't decide if you were ready or not.

You closed the journal and texted Sasha to see if she was awake. You needed someone to talk to. Sasha responded almost immediately saying she's in the area, so she'd be over in a few and she has Connie and Eren with her.

You sighed and responded. You went to your kitchen to make a quick midnight snack for you and your quests. 15 mins later, at your apartment is Sasha, Connie and Eren.

Connie: "Is it okay if I smoke in here. Between Uni, my music shit and other shit. I'm stressed out."

You: "It's cool. I do smoke sometimes, well used to with Ony. Speaking of Ony. He's been calling my phone nonstop.

*Turns to Eren* He said you've been on his ass about me. Eren the fuck you on boy.

Eren sighed "Look I'm just looking out for him. Ony is taking this harder that I've seen him take anything. Him and I go way back. Ony only shows up to class, messages me for some weed well hella weed. He aint even in the studio much either."

You knew Eren, Connie, Mikasa and Ony were music majors at Paradis University which you all attended. Eren was the lowkey producer type that makes beats to rival the greats. Connie is a rising hip hop artist and Ony is a cross between Trap Soul and Rap. Mikasa was the soulful girl with a beautiful voice. You knew Ony never missed studio time for nothing, so you knew he was struggling.

"When last did he show up." Y/N asked Eren with some concern in her tone.

"Probably 2 months ago before that it was 3 months before that. Look you don't have to force yourself to talk to him or bear his wounds or help him heal from the mess he made on his own. It ain't your job to, What I'm asking is if you can hear him out even if its 5 minutes if you can't then Imma tell him to drop it."

You sat in silence for a bit truly wondering what to do, so you turned to Sasha. "Honestly I want to hear him out, I do but I need more time. I know everyone thinks I forgave Annie so easy, but Ony and I had something deeper than Annie and I had even with our years of friendship. Ya we were fighting and at odds that time but..I know I'm being dumb cause Annie is just as responsible as he was. I just need to clear my head some more."

Connie took a toke of his joint and passed it to Eren then Eren to Sasha. Sasha pulled out her phone and connected it to the speakers in your apartment and started playing L.E.S by Childish Gambino. They all passed the joint around the room you took a few hits here and there. Eren was mindlessly scrolling through his IG to see Ony posted a 15 sec video on IG with a link in the caption to his YouTube to his latest track Amphetamine.

Eren blurted out with a bit of shock, "What the fuck, Ony just dropped a new song. It looks like he changed his artist's name from Ony to Soro. I mean he mentioned the change last time he came in the studio. Yo Sasha disconnect real quick lemme listen to this real quick."

Sasha disconnected her phone to allow Eren to pull up the track. " The song is almost 8 mins WTF is Ony on" Eren says.

The beat kicks in with this smooth, laid-back vibe that immediately hooks you in. Everyone's silent giving the track a listen.

" It's like an amphetamine, how it marinate on my mind (stuck on me, yah) Got no doubt I'll be alright, if I just make it through the night."

You can hear, almost feel the range of emotions in the song. You can hear Ony's voice pouring out his feelings. The beat changes around 2:48 seconds in giving a whole different vibe to the song.

"Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce."

Everyone was vibing with the song until they heard Mikasa's voice drop on the track around 4:28 Everyone a bit surprised since Mikasa doesn't easily do features even if it's with her friends. Connie laughed a bit "He got Mikasa on this with him. Damn he really went all out. Aye Eren aint this the same beat he said he didn't want around 5 maybe 6 months ago?" Eren laughed thinking back to when he played this beat for Ony, and he said he hated it. Ony owed him big time for this, but he'll circle back to it. As the song finished. You sat with your eyes full of tears. You thought to yourself that you could feel every emotion Ony sang about in the song. The loss of their relationship, his struggles with his mental health and so much more.

Connie was the first the chime in when the song ended "Damn that was.... deep." "Yah it was Ony really flipped the script on this one." Eren chimed in.

Eren got a notification that Ony was live on IG. He clicked on it. He saw he was talking about his just dropped song and other usual shit that's going on in his life.

Ony's eyes were the newfound usual shade of slight bloodshot red from smoking and hardly any sleep. He was reading off a comment asking him who inspired him to write the song. he responded with "Someone but also no one."

Ony's voice flowed through the speakers in your apartment causing Eren to disconnect his phone to watch the live a bit easier.

He commented saying "Fire track man, wish you'd let me know you were droppin a song man."

Ony read the comment out loud and smirked and said "Sorry man. I wanted it to be a personal project, but I owe you one big time for the beat."

Ony and Eren were engaging in their usual banter in the comments of Ony's Instagram live. You were deep in thought when Ony read aloud a comment from someone claiming his song was inspired by his ex-girlfriend. Ony and you had a semi-public relationship, which is due to his rising fame as a Trap Soul/rap artist.

Ony sighed, his mind drifting back to the last time he saw you in person, when you came to return his belongings from your place. He had seen you around campus since then, but it simply wasn't the same. His response was "It was inspired by pain. Pain of loss, loss of love, loss of hopes, loss of dreams. Loss of self. She's part of something I lost in my life."

Ony paused, his gaze drifting off as he recalled the bittersweet memories. He took a deep breath, trying to push away the ache in his chest as he continued, his voice laden with emotion. "So yeah, she's part of what I lost, but 'Amphetamine' is also about finding myself again. It's about reclaiming my voice, my truth, and pouring it all out into my music."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though sadness lingered in his eyes. "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand. Understand that she's not just a memory, but a muse who ignited something within me, something I'll carry with me forever."

With that, Ony concluded, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The live disconnected indicating he ended it abruptly.

As the live session ends abruptly, the room falls into a heavy silence. You, sits with a mix of emotions swirling within yourself. Ony's words echo in your mind, resonating deeply with your own conflicted feelings. You can't shake the sense of nostalgia and longing that his music and words evoke. Sasha breaks the silence, her voice soft yet determined. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asks, her concern evident.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. "I don't know, Sasha," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sasha nods understandingly, her eyes reflecting empathy. "I get it. It's hard to hear someone express their pain so openly, especially when it's intertwined with your own." Eren chimes in, his tone reflective. "Yeah, but maybe that's what he needs right now. It's better than him bottling it up and tryna smoke it all away."

Connie exhales a puff of smoke, his expression contemplative. "True, but it's also a lot to unpack. Y/N, you don't have to rush into anything. Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want. What Ony did was messed up"

You nod, grateful for your friends' support. "Thanks, guys. I think…I think I need some time alone to sort through my thoughts."

With that que, Eren, Sasha and Connie left your apartment. you walk through your apartment heading to your room, the melody of Ony's song still echoing in your mind. Your emotions even more confusing than when you talked to Ony earlier. You looked at the time. It was almost 5 am. You decided to shower and head back to bed, hoping to get some rest before class.

Your mind was restless, torn between Ony's latest track and his words during the IG live, you were conflicted. On one hand, you acknowledged missing him, but on the other, infidelity was something you could never condone in a relationship. You recognized a desire to listen to his explanation, yet you feared your heart might not endure his version of the events.

The weight of Ony's words hangs heavy in the air, suffocating your mind with intense thoughts. Alone amidst the dim glow of your bedside lamp, the words "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand." taunt you with the possibility of reconciliation and closure. You thought to yourself "How could I ever hope to understand the depths of his pain when my own wounds still bleed with the memory of his betrayal?"

Finally entering your room, you sink onto the edge of the bed, burying your face in trembling hands, desperate to silence the cacophony of thoughts threatening to consume you.

"Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want." Connie's words echo faintly in her mind. With a trembling sigh, you rise from the bed, your steps faltering as you make your way to the bathroom. The steady stream of water cascades over your trembling form, washing away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"It's 5 am. I should try to get some rest before class," you think to yourself. Climbing out of the shower, your limbs feel heavy. Wrapping yourself in a towel, the fabric offers a feeble shield against the lingering chill. You dress slowly, abandoning your usual routine for the simple comfort of bed, seeking to calm your mind. Eventually, you drift into sleep, the confusion in your heart, perhaps even greater than before.

*Slight Time Skip*

You finished up her class for the evening, your Textile Science class drained your mind. you run into Eren, Connie, Armin and Pieck in the courtyard chattin it up.

"Yo, Y/N!" Armin hollered, his grin wide as he motioned for her to come over. You gave a small nod, casually strolling over as they kept chattin'. It helped take your mind off things for a sec.

"So, y'all ready for tonight?" Armin asked, his eyes sparklin' with excitement. "Tonight?" you echoed, feeling a bit lost.

Armin leaned in closer, speakin' low like it was a secret. "The party, It's goin' down at my place. everybody's rolling through." You thought about if Ony was gonna be there since going Armin's parties was one of their go to things as a couple.

You shifted uncomfortably, tryna come up with an excuse to bail but before you could say anythin', Sasha and Mikasa slid through, bringin' a burst of energy to the scene. "Hey, y'all!" Sasha greeted; her smile infectious as she pulled you into a hug.

Mikasa gave a nod, her expression serious as she peeped Y/N with concern.

"Y/N, you gotta come through tonight," Pieck chimed in, her voice smooth and persuasive. "You never show up to the parties, and it's gonna be lit." Y/N hesitated, caught between the comfort of being alone and the fear of missing out on the squad's vibe.

Just then, Ony strolled past, casting a shadow over Y/N's mood. She felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside, memories of their messy situation flooding back.

Armin, clueless as ever, turned to Ony with a hopeful grin. "Yo, you coming tonight, Ony?"

Ony glanced at you for a sec before turning back to Armin, his face unreadable. But before he could answer, you spoke up with fire in your voice. "I ain't showing if he's gonna be there," you stated, pointing your finger at Ony with a fierce look.

The air got heavy; the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N's heart raced as she waited for Ony's response. But instead of coming back at you, Ony just nodded quietly, his eyes holding a hint of regret before he dipped out.

You caught the concerned glances of your friends. You knew your emotions were a bit confusing being torn between wanting to hear him out, missing him then not wanting to be around him. Even though almost much time had passed, her emotions still felt raw.

You looked around to your friend group who was gauging your reaction to seeing Ony. Each stare, felt like a trap a push to make a decision you weren't ready for.

"I can't do this," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you took a step back, your eyes darting between your friends and a mental escape route. Sasha's hand on your arm stopped you in your tracks, her grip firm yet gentle. "You can't run from this forever, Y/N, you're gonna have to address this or find the will to move on" she said softly, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. You stared at Sasha's face trying to gauge her facial expression and reaction "I know, Sash I know." you whispered hoarsely, your voice cracking with emotion. "But I'm not ready to face him, not yet. I don't know if I ever will be."

With that said you turned and left them there, briskly walking back to catch an uber back to your apartment.

----------------------------While you left-----------------------------------

Eren stared at Armin, scoffing with annoyance "Bro, how you gonna forget they ain't together no more? Ony straight up did her dirty with Annie."

Armin sighed and took a step back. "I know but they're both my friends and I want them both to be happy and come out more. guess I messed up by asking them out around each other. It's just that we hardly get to chill with both of them around, you know...it's tough."

Eren shook his head, his frustration evident in his furrowed brow. "I get that, Armin, but you gotta realize it's not just about them being happy. Ony really hurt Y/N, man. And seeing him around just brings back all that pain."

Armin's shoulders slumped in defeat, his expression reflecting the weight of his guilt. "I know, Eren, I know," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just... I don't know how to fix this mess."

Sasha, who had been listening quietly, spoke up with a sympathetic tone. "Maybe there's no quick fix, Armin. Sometimes all we can do is give them space and time to heal, you know?"

Connie nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Yeah, sometimes the best thing we can do is just be there for them when they're ready to talk or when they need us."

Armin sighed; his gaze heavy with regret. "You're right," he admitted, a sense of resignation settling over him. "I just hope they both find their way through this, somehow."

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Hello if this is alr may I ask for a scenariowith goku where the s/o is sick? Tyt

Goku x Sick!Reader headcannons!!

Hiii your request is very cute!! I've decided to do it rn. Of course, for the sake of the scenario, senzu beans doesn't exists there. I hope you guys will enjoy this!! <33

Type : Fluff

Warnings: none

Words:2077

First of all, you do not want to get sick.

Why?

The house would be in a mess, Especially if youe sickness last for long. Plus you don't want your husband to be sad don't you?

But no worries! There won't be just inconvenients.

Right...?

You hope so.

Today you woke up way later than usual. You knew before watching the clock, as you could feel the warmth of the sunlight. You usually woke up around 9 or 10am. But when you watched the clock it was 2PM. Your throat hurts so much, and so does your head. Your husband wasn't home. He's probably around training with Vegeta or saving the world. You didn't wqnt to worry Goten, since he's having a sleepover at the Brief's. And Gohan was minding his own business with Videl and studies. So you could only count on yourself for now. You tried to get up, but miserably failed. Ad even your legs decided to give you up today. That's when you realized, that you fell sick. When I mean sick, I mean badly sick. Hopefully you did not get hurt when you fell since the carpet protected you. You remember buying it because Goku used to often fall of the bed while slepping. Reminding this made you smile. But not for long since your headache just got worse. You've tried to at least get on the bed because even if the carpet was confortable, you were starting to get cold. Yet hot at the same time. But that's how being sick works I guess. You managed to at least get on the bed, earning a sigh of relief. You've closed your eyes waiting for the pain to go away.

That didn't last long as you heard a Saiyan spawning in your room. You've weakly opened your eyes, and seeing a worried Goku. He looked so cute like this. Goku approached you, taking your hands gently, showing genuine concern and love towards you. He bent down to your level, to be able to have an eye to eye level of communication. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" He spoke in a concerned and soft tone of voice. "I think I've got sick.." You've replied weakly as Goku put a hand on your forehead. Upon examining her further, Goku felt the presence of a fever, your body temp rising. Yoir skin hot to the touch. He frowned and looked down. "Uhm.... How to take care of a sick person?.." He mumbled to himself, but you've clearly heard it. You want to face-palm yourself right now, but it'd be very very dumb of you. "There's a diary I have on my desk that gives tips about what to dos when someone gets sick." You've explained him so he could actually take care of you. This is a diary you originally wrote when you've learned that Gohan would be born, so you would know how to properly take care of your child. After hearing this Goku immediately headed towards your desk looking for the specific diary. "Woahhh!! Y/n I'll never get used to how smart you are!! This is amazing I'll be able to help you now!!" Goku reads the diary giving tips, and even easy recipies that could help healing.

He was so invested he decided to wear the hello kitty apron you usually wear when you're cooking. He looked so cute it just made you blush even more. Which made Goku panic even more since he thought your condition was worse. "Wahhhh!! Hold on Y/n!! I promise I'll heal you!!" He yelled as he rushed downed stairs the diary in his hands. You just decided to close your eyes, as a little smile made it's way onto your face at his clumsiness and cuteness. Your heard him starting to cut something that were probably herbs, and boiling water. He's probably making the tea recipe with a drop of honey you've written. That is always working against a cold. At least it did for Gohan and Goten. You could feel a sweet scent of honey, with what seemed like mint in the air. It relaxed you so much that you didn't even feel the Saiyan's presence in the room. "Y/n!! I've finished making the tea you needed!!" Goku said which startled you. He had a big goofy smile and was very proud of him. It was the cutest of all. He positioned you in a sitting position, and handled you the cup of tea. "Be careful it's pretty hot!" He said with a loving voice that made your health melt. He was so excited to see your reaction that he got really close to your face like a little puppy. You've sipped the tea and immediately spit on him.

"Hey!! What was that for?!" Goku yelped as his face burns due to the tea. "Go take a wet towel at the bathroom you dumbass! Quick !!" Goku heard the worry in your voice so he did as you told, and went to the bathroom to relieve the pain. He come back to your shared bedroom with what seemed a wet towel for you. "I've seen in your book that using a wet towel can help so there it is!!" Goku spoke gently placing the wet towel and hour forehead. You smiled. "Thank you Goku. It means a lot to me." Goku only chuckled scratching his nose. A tic he often does you've noticed. "By the way Y/n... Why did you spit out the tea I've made?" Goku asked rising a eyebrow. "Well...... Why did you put in that tea Goku?" you've asked him. "Oh! I've boiled water, I've cut some mint and some valerianand some lavender, and then when I put it all in the water I've added the drop of honey just like the diary said!!" Goku said sheepishly making you frown. (for those who do not know, valerian is a flower that can be used against colds.) "Maybe the herbs have expired?.." You've mumbled to yourself. Since he has done the exact recipe you've done. They was the only thing that could have messed up the tea. "Oh! And I've added 5 cubes of sugar because I was worried it'd have no taste!!" You were dumbfounded. The way your face dropped, made Goku wonder if something was wrong. "Did it got worse Y/n?" He asked the hint of worry obvious that made you on the point to forget his miserably failure. "Goku take the cup of tea in the kitchen and taste the tea." Goku was confused but only nodded. "Alright I'll be back Y/n!!" He went downstairs with the cup of tea and mumbled. "Why does Y/n wanted me to taste it??" He mumbled. In the kitchen, he sipped the tea and immediately spit it out too. "Wahhhh!! It's way too sweet!!" You've heard the Saiyan scream and smiled. You've expected him to come back directly after but he didn't, so you've waited for him with closed eyes.

When you've heard footsepts in your room you opened your eyes and saw the Saiyan with a new cup of tea. "Hehe... The last one was horrible so I've made a new one following the exact recipe...!" Goku said handing you the new cup of tea, and watching you intensely waiting for the verdict. You've sighed and took a sip, it was perfectly sweet. "Hmmhh! It's perfect! Thank you Goku!!" You've exclaimed as a big smile made it's way onto Goku's face. "Wohoo!! I'm glad you like it!!" You then handed Goku the cup of tea so he can taste it so he sees that he didn't need to add sugar. "Here try it." He immediately accepted the offer and took a sip. "Wahh!! This is super sweet! I love it!" Goku said giving it back to you. If you weren't dick he would have drank all of it but you needed it most. "Hehe of course, I've created this recipe on purpose, it always worked and is sweet. The perfect combination!!" You've said proudly. To be fair, you struggled so hard finding this recipe in the past, trying so many different ingredients just to be sure your future children with Goku would take it easily and it always worked. "You did amazing Y/n! It's a very nice one I'll definitely drink it more often!!" You smiled, his words melting you. You did not told him but you also created many recipes for the muscles. To help him becoming stronger, but you forgot about it in the past due to your children getting less and less sick, so you've completely forgot the diary until today. You'll tell him another time though. You wanted to rest right. "Now Y/n, you need some rest. Sleep and leave me the rest!!" Goku kissed your cheek and changed the towel on your forehead as he left the bedroom closing the door. You fell asleep rather quickly, thanks to help of your clumsy husband.

Speaking about clumsy, he was in the living room, watching tutorials on YouTube about how to fold clothes, since the house was a big mess. He was so invested it looked like the universe would blast if he wasn't doing it right. He even sorted them! After tidying the clothes, he took the vacuum, and sucked up the dust all around the house. Only downstairs though, since he did not want to wake you up. After he finished, he took a break and lied and the couch. Sighing, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Phew!! Who could have thought cleaning the house would be so tiring? I really should help Y/n more..." He felt guilty. You two have been marred for a very long time yet he barely helped you out for cleaning. Thinking this only made him wanting to continue. He got up and watched a tutorial about how to wash the dishes, and to wash the clothes, how to dry the clothes, when he finished all do it he was way more sweaty than when he was training making him think. "Oh! Maybe cleaning will make me stronger too!" Goku exclaimed to himself. But before doing anything else he looked at the clock and saw he took 2 great hours doing the cleaning. He went Upstairs, softly opened the bedroom, made his way towards you, kissed your cheek, and changed the towel over your head. After doing that he couldn't help but kiss your cheek one more, enjoyed the sweet moment even if you were sound asleep. "Y/n sure does look better now. I'll still let her rest more. But what should I do waiting for her?.. Oh I know!!" Goku made his way in the kitchen unaware of you waking up. You've yawned like a big fat cat and rubber your eyes. You felt way better, your head hurts a little bit but not your throat, and as you tried to get up you did not fall this time, which made you happy. You smelt a weird scent downstairs so you made your ways towards it, and it lead you to the kitchen. When you entered the kitchen, the frying pan exploded, making you and Goku have a black face. Goku noticed your presence as he laughed akwardly. "Hehe..Hehe.... He... Hey there N/n... When did you woke up do you feel better?.." He asked really wanting to know, but also using this as an excuse to not get killed. "Oh don't call me N/n you're a dead man!!" Goku yelped when he heard you saying that and started running away. You chased after him of course and when you managed to hold his shirt successfully stopping him, you triped. Miserably. "Woah Y/n! Be careful!!" He scolded you for the first time ever. He carried you on put you on the bed. As you pouted wanting to demolish that man. "Leave the rest to me alright?? I promise to clean my mess!!" Goku said as he smiled and made his way downstairs again as you closed your eyes.

Maybe you will kill him another day.

I think that was the one shot I've enjoyed writing the most now!! It was so cute and so fun to make!! So I hope you guys will enjoy this as much as I did!!

Take care love y'all <33

[spnfanficpond]

Saturday Events in the Discord server!

We've got TWO events in the Discord server happening tomorrow! First, we have our rewatch chat, and then we'll conduct competitive writing sprints using the monthly prompt as inspiration!

Our goal is to rewatch the show with fanfic writing in mind. We want to look for all the places in canon where we could add a scene, show a scene from a certain character’s point of view, or change something to make things turn out differently. (We may also critique what the show writers did; that seems inevitable.) Click here to find out more about what we do in these chats!

Episodes we’re discussing: 4.21 When the Levee Breaks and 4.22 Lucifer Rising

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Instead of our usual sprints, where you bring a WIP to win wonderful prizes, this time, Admin Marie will be hosting, and the focus will be on inspiration from the monthly prompt!

The monthly prompt is ANNIVERSARY!!

What time will it be for you:

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How will it work?

Anyone who participates in the sprints, writes something of any length, and then posts what they wrote will win a prize! This is prompted by the rewatch chat, so the fics need to relate to the episodes we discussed.

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I felt the need to post this here, I wrote this in 2022 and posted it on Ao3, but I orphaned it because one of my friends found my account and I was like fuck this shit I'm out. But I wanted to reclaim it, so here it is on Tumbler for more of the world to see.

Collars

Wade Wilson/Peter Parker/Matt Murdock

Dom/Neutral/Sub au

Description: Matt is very tired today, but his boyfriends have a surprise for him.

Words: 1,929

Matt was in the office quietly working (barely staying awake) when he got a call from Wade. The phone hadn’t even said Wade’s name twice before he answered.

“Heeeyyyyy sweetheart, love of my life, cutest person I’ve ever seen,” in the background Matt could here a quiet hey, but the voice held no malice. “Don’t get offended peteypie, anyway my beautiful, adorable, pretty, fabulous, smart, incredible boyfriend. Honestly I could keep going if you like?”

“Please don’t Wade.” Matt said covering his face with the hand not holding the phone. “What did you want?” He asked softly, the exhaustion of the day setting back in. “Whaaaaaat can’t a guy just call his super duper amazing boyfriend.” Wade said in his over the top dramatic voice. Not to be confused with his everyday dramatic voice. “No he can’t unless said guy is 2 seconds away from walking through this door to come and scoop me up and take me home so I can sleep for the rest of the year and have cuddles.” Matt said, resting his head on his desk.

“Beautiful? What’s wrong? It’s only 2pm and you sound like you want to jump off a 20 story building and not in a daredevil kind of way.” Peters sweet voice came from the phone this time. “Sorry. Just… stupid clients, stupid job, stupid life just want to go home be with you both, want sleep, want cuddles…” Matt started to ramble about all the things he wanted at that moment. Peter and Wade both listened lovingly, knowing this was a big improvement, (even if it was mostly his sleep deprived mind speaking) since it was so hard to get Matt to tell them what he needed or wanted.

“Sorry I rambled. Anyway what did you want?” Matt said.

“Don’t be sorry, we love hearing your voice.” Peter said, and even though he couldn’t see Matt, he could tell that he was blushing. “We ACTUALLY wanted you to come home, because we have a present for you.” Wade chimed in with a sing song voice. This immediately perked Matt’s interest, not feeling quite as tired anymore.

“What’s the present?” Matt mumbled mainly to himself, forgetting for a second that his partners could still hear him. “You’ll just have ta come home and find out!!!” Wade chirped excitedly. “But we both fully understand that if your to tired we can just give it to you after a nap.” Peter added quickly. “‘m not to tired.” Matt reassured them both. “Well then you better hurry home sweetie pie.” Wade said happily. “ALSO… I baked cookies.” Wade paused for dramatic affect. “Ok, ok, I’ll be home soon. Love you both.” Matt said, and just before hanging up he could hear them both say I love you’s back, making Matt smile.

Matt sluggishly put everything away, grabbed his cane and walked out his office door. “Foggy?” Matt said, half expecting him not to answer with how quiet his voice was and with the sound of the obnoxiously loud printer printing in the corner. “Yeah Matty.” Foggy answered, as he came into the reception room and walked over to the printer. “I’m going home now Foggy, because Peter and Wade want me back home for a ‘present’ and ummm you know…” Matt didn’t finish the sentence always a bit embarrassed to admit it. “That you consider them as your dom’s even though they haven’t put a collar on you yet.” Foggy finished, Matt only nodded sheepishly.

“Go on, get out of here then. We don’t have anymore clients until tomorrow afternoon and I was thinking of closing soon anyway.” Foggy said collecting the papers that had just finished printing and practically shoved Matt out the door. “And don’t think about coming in until ten tomorrow, if you come any earlier I will not let you in.” Foggy stated. “Fine, fine. By Fogs.” Matt said. “By Matt.” Foggy replied.

The thing was that Foggy was in on the whole thing that Wade and Peter were about to do, because the 2 of them came in one day when Matt was out to ask for his blessing. Sure they didn’t have to tell Foggy anything, but they found it necessary to tell him, because of how close the two are. And definitely not because Peter and Wade were slightly scared of a protective Foggy. No not at all.

Matt slowly walked into the apartment, slightly nervous, a little exited, but mainly happy to be home. As soon as he chucked his keys and folded up cane on the bench, Matt felt a pair of arms wrap around him and was being picked up bridal style. “Welcome home beautiful.” A familiar voice spoke. It took Matt a bit to process it all because of how tired he was, but when he realised that he was in Peter’s arms Matt immediately melted and made himself a bit more comfortable. Matt mumbled a hello, and he could feel the smile on Peter’s face as he walked them to the couch. “Hello my devil baby!!!” Wade greeted from his position in one of the arm chairs. Matt greeted him back while Peter placed him on the couch.

“Ok my devil baby,” Wade said, while clapping his hands together, “Do you want your surprise now or after a cat nap?”

“So it’s a surprise now?” Matt questioned, groggily sitting up.

“Well it’s more of like a question or an offer umm maybe a proposal.” Peter chimed in slightly rambling, earning a raised eyebrow from Matt giving him a bit of a confused puppy look. “Well, what is it?” Most of his tiredness has left his body now replace by curiousness. Peter and Wade shared a look, before Wade picked up a smallish bag from beside the chair he was sitting in. Wade got up from the arm chair and walked the short distance to where Matt was and placed the bag in his hands. Wade kissed Matt’s temple and quietly said, “I hope you accept.” Before going back to his seat. Matt was genuinely confused at this point, Wade was being quiet and gentle, and usually the only times he is both of those things at the same time is during aftercare, or if Peter or Matt got a very serious injury.

Matt cautiously opened the bag and carefully picked up the item. It took Matt a second to figure out what it was, but as soon as his fingers ran over the clip, his jaw dropped in shock. Peter and Wade looked at him hopefully as Matt realised that what he was holding was in fact a collar. Before saying anything Matt inspected it some more, he ran his hand along the sturdy yet soft fabric, his hand went over some very familiar bumps and did a double take. Braille. Matt immediately started to smile making the other two light up. There were two words written in braille one on either side of the collar on the left was ‘Wade’s’ and on the right was ‘Peter’s’.

“Yes.” Was the only word that came out of his mouth before Matt was getting squashed by Wade in a very awkwardly angled but lovingly crushing hug. “See my baby boy!! I knew our devil baby would say yessssss!!!” Wade said excitedly, nuzzling his nose into the nook of Matt’s neck. “Wade… can’t… breathe…” Matt said patting Wade’s arm, said mercenary scrambled off of him immediately. “Look what you did Wade, your going to kill him before he can even put the collar on.” Peter said shaking his head moving to sit on the other side of Matt.

“Would you like me to describe it to you.” Peter said softly, wrapping his arms around Matt and holding his hands. Wade placed his head in Matt’s lap as he nodded and leaned back into Peter.

“Well you already know it has braille on it because we really wanted for it to be yours.” Peter began in that soft voice that could always make Matt melt. “You can thank me for that because it was my idea, I also know a guy who know a guy who knows a guy that runs an amazing collar shop where you can get stuff like braille imprinted on the collar because most collar shops don’t do that.” Wade butted in. “Yes thank you Wade.”

“What else?” Matt asked sweetly. “Well the fabric is all red and the red is dark enough that it will go with your suit.” Peter said as he guided Matt’s hand across the material. “Yes yes yes yes. We also quadruple checked that the material wouldn’t suffocate or make you itchy in anyway shape or form.” Wade stated sounding very proud of that fact. Matt just couldn’t believe this, they went to so much trouble just for him, but it also made him think that they wanted something in return.

It must have shown on his face since seconds later Wade’s sitting up turning towards Matt and cupping his face gently. “Hey cupcake what’s wrong? Is this to much to soon? We can take a step back if it’s not what you want right now, we aren’t gonna judge if that’s the case.” Wade worriedly spoke. Out of him and Peter, Wade was definitely the most worried about this. “No it’s not that it’s just, you don’t want anything out of this from me?”

“What!? No. Matt we are doing this because we love you. We would never force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.” Peter soothed him. Peter and Wade both new that this was coming from the trauma Electra caused, she did quite a few numbers on him. She is the reason Matt has collar scars on his neck the reason he needs constant reassurance in a relationship the reason he is terrified of asking anything from his lover/s.

The entire time Peter spoke Matt listened to his heartbeat and it only told him that Peter was telling the truth. Matt snuggled back down and asked Peter to continue. Peter and Wade shared another look but they both dropped the matter for the time being. Peter moved Matt’s left hand to the left clip. “This clip is black with two katanas on it in an x for Wade.” Peter then moved Matt’s right hand to the right clip. “And then the right clip is blue with a spider on it for me. And that’s it.”

Matt felt like crying, he was so happy. He also hadn’t failed to notice that Peter had subtly set his hands in a way that he could put the collar on. He carefully raised his hands making Peter let go, and gently clipped the collar around his neck. It felt nice, really soft, he felt reassured. Matt had a feeling he would get into a habit of running his fingers over the braille. But he didn’t get much more time to think before Wade started to pepper him with kisses making Matt giggle.

“Ok you two, remember Wade, Matt badly needs to go to sleep.” Wade and Matt both looked sad that Matt had to go to sleep, but since being reminded, Matt felt like he could quite literally pass out. Wade picked Matt up and took him to their bed. Matt sighed as soon as he was placed on the bed and snuggled close to Wade. Peter soon joined them pulling the blankets over them and then wrapping his arms around Matt’s waist. Matt was almost asleep when he realised something.

“What about the cookies??”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40523433

A link to the ao3 work

[ravishinglavishingluvr]

i <3 flustered bob

a/n: i've developed this top gun obsession and i decided i have a crush on bob. so naturally, i wrote this with bob floyd in mind. like imagine how red and wide-eyed this baby would go. this was very self-indulgent. got me drooling and giggling like a menace fr :D hope you enjoy!! ik it's nowhere near marauder stuff but i do what i want <3

warnings: mentions of smut, tattoos, horny bob lmao, gn!reader, not edited!!

"hey bobby, i'm going to the shops in a bit. do you wanna go with me?" you ask as you dig for a shirt in your wardrobe. bob trails behind you into your shared bedroom. his eyes widen as he sees you getting undressed, mouth gaping.

"uh- um, yeah. yeah, okay." he tries to avert his gaze but all attempts fail when the tattoo running down the length of your back catches his attention. the dark ink and its beautiful swirls and shadows between your shoulder blades make his mouth run dry. immediately, his mind leads him to dark thoughts and dirty memories of what the two of you do together. he stares at the dip that runs down the centre of your back and recalls the image of your chest pressed flat to the mattress and your gorgeous tattoo on display just for him. he knows the moans you let out as he fucks you all too well.

bob licks his lips and tries to even his breathing as he feels his jeans begin tighten around his crotch. he closes his eyes as if to calm himself down but the image of your naked back as he takes you from behind is tattooed on the back of his eyelids. with a mind of its own, his hand snakes down to cup his crotch through his jeans. no no no he shouldn't.

"bobby baby?" you call out. "bob are you listening to me?"

the sound of his name draws him away from his thoughts. his head whips up to catch you giving him a knowing look. he gapes like a fish at first, "huh? oh, yeah i'm listening sweetheart." the way you're looking at him makes him feel like he's melting inside, and an easy smile takes hold of his lips.

"really?" you both knew he was lying. "what were you thinking about, baby?"

his eyes waver. he can't admit to you that he was having such dirty thoughts about you at 2pm on a tuesday. let alone that the sight of your naked back got him so flustered, it's pathetic.

he meets your eyes one more time, "i um- how much i like your tattoo," he murmurs.

"oh, yeah?"

"mhm," he nodded like an eager puppy.

"good, because it's all for you anyway," you smirked and tilted your head. giving him a teasing wink as he fumbled and struggled to hold eye contact with you. and the laugh you let out made him shake his head as his ears warmed. you loved making him flustered, it wasn't an easy feat. bob was always ready with a quick remark to send you to embarrassment and submission. but for once you were able to override the dominating power he had over you. god it felt good to turn him into a flustered mess choking on their words.

your smirk broke into a wide, adoring smile, "c'mon, bobby." you moved towards him, fully dressed, and looped your arm around his. "let's get going, yeah? wanna make you a nice dinner f'tonight."

bob gave you a curt nod and fell into step with you, "whatever you want, sweetheart." looking up at him one more time as you made your way to the front door, you smiled and stroked his bicep with your thumb. he was already looking at you, but quickly averted his gaze and reached for the door handle.

[in-hav3n]

i have this idea of you reacting to james' mullet haircut for the first time, like you don't like it at first sight but after a few days you start to get into it <3 he was so hot in that era btw

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 

As you parked in front of the studio around 2pm, you were still wondering what was this important thing James needed to show you. You knew they were preparing a few new songs but you were sure he showed you all the riffs ideas they got. The only clue you had was a note he wrote this morning and left on the table.

"Meet me in the studio this afternoon, have something to show you".

Your first reaction was to smile at the note. You were used to these random quick messages, addressed to you for many reasons, like "Can you please buy bacon ? I'm hungry for it" or "Giant barbecue with the guys on Saturday night?". But this one was particularly mysterious…

More and more intrigued, you came into the studio's little kitchen a few minutes later, greetings the band and the studio's management, hoping that at least one of them could help you to discover what it was.

"Do you know why James asked us to all come here today?", Kirk handed you a coffee mug. You shook your head at his question, thanking him for the drink.

"Absolutely no idea and honestly, I thought you could help me..."

"Sorry honey", Lars added as he was playing with his drumsticks, pretending he was playing on invisible drums. "Jaymz is the best when it's about keeping secrets or hiding informations".

"Oh yes, he is...", you answered with a smirk, taking a sip of the hot drink, wondering when your boyfriend would show up to put an end to this mystery.

And just at the thought of him, his truck was heard outside, roaring into the parking area until he stopped the engine.

"There he is!", Jason said as he peeped through he window. "and...oh oh...", you saw the bassist opening his eyes like if he had noticed something. "NO he didn't!".

You frowned even more at his words, wondering what was happening. But soon enough you got your answer...James finally came into the room, joining you all and you discovered the big change he had done with his hair.

Everyone reacted to it of course, some laughed, others couldn't believe their eyes. And you, well. You just stared, eyes and mouth opened, realizing slowly that your boyfriend had cut those beautiful long hair of his you loved to do a mullet instead.

When he had finished greeting everyone, he came over you, wearing a proud grin on his face.

"So...", he started, hands on his hips, "do you like it baby?". He posed then to show his haircut in different angles.

"I...hum...", you mumbled, searching for the right words. You didn't want to disappoint him but honestly, you didn't like it...

"You?", he added, encouraging you to speak and it was worst. You couldn't lie to him. So you sighed and pouted, feeling sorry already for the words you were about to say...

"I'm sorry James, I don't like it...". You saw his smile fading away and you felt bad for it so you quickly added, "but if you like it then it's great!", hoping this would comfort him.

"I do like it"!, he defended himself, crossing his arms. "And I thought you'd have too ! But seems like no one does!", he complained, even pouted slightly and you felt bad.

"I know James but...you have to understand it's really...unusual and very 80s", you told him, still feeling bad.

"Well I like it and I'll keep it!", he declared and you didn't talk about his haircut anymore...

...until a few few days later.

Lying down on a deck chair, enjoying the beautiful spring sun, you were focusing on some papers you need to read for your job. James was out too, a few meters away, cutting some wood pieces with his axe for the next winter.

Lost in your thoughts for a second, proceeding to understand something you just read, you looked up from your paper and your gaze landed on him. He was wearing a black short, his working boots and had taking off his flannel shirt he had tied up around his waist. Some what drops were rolling from his forehead to his cheeks, some of his long hair were stuck on his back due to the sweat.

And this is how you realized that this haircut was absolutely sexy on him. It awaken you something primal, something you've never felt or thought before. He truly looked like a strong wood man and this was exciting.

James stopped his task for a moment, grabbed the bottle of water he let near the tree trunk and drank a big gulp, some water even ran along his bare chest. And soon he noticed your glance in his peripheral vision, smirking as he put the bottle down, wiping his lips with his palm.

"Enjoying the view baby?", his question put you out of your trance. You blinked a few times before you realized he had caught you. You blushed and smirked at him too, biting your lips.

"Forget what I said a few days ago..."

"About?", he wondered, walking over you with his axe on his shoulder. You looked more at him with sparkling eyes, biting your lips.

"Your haircut is absolute sexy". James frowned at first but then cracked a laughter at her revelation.

"Sexy uhm?...what made you change your mind sweetheart? A few days ago, you told me it was horrible".

"I don't care anymore. I changed my mind. Come here you sexy man!", you giggled as you grabbed him by his shirt's sleeve, ready to embrace those primal needs you were feeling...

A/N : I love those asks about James hairstyles! The mullet is definitely one of his most iconic one. I personally like it but I know some don't lol. Thanks for asking this sweet anon, hope you'll like it :)

[dantesunbreaker]

hey! i love your writing so much :) it’s so week thought out and really true to each character without being stereotypical, i love it. this may be an odd request, but i was wondering if you could head canons for the Papa’s based on Slut! by Taylor Swift? You don’t gotta listen to the song, i just really love the “if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once” theme n like being slutshamed but really is just two people in love. either party can be the “slut” :)

"Slut!" Headcanons

I’m not sure if I responded with how you were expecting anon, but I hope you enjoy them! Also I wrote most of these after working from 6am to 2pm, and then going back to work 11:45pm to 9am the same night with only maybe two hours of sleep in between. So I apologize for any mistakes!

Primo

Of all the Emeritus brothers, Primo would have the least reaction to having a partner with behavior that is perceived as slutty

In all his years, Primo has seen and experienced it all. Why waste time by holding back what the body and mind wants to express?

Encourages you to wear however revealing of outfit as you desire, because Primo would never think to feel jealous of someone else seeing your beauty

Always enjoys your affection, feeling humbled and flattered that you are so openly forward about your attraction and love for him

Doesn’t care for the term slutshaming, because in his eyes there should be no shame in any of that sort of behavior

Primo also does not believe there is no shame when it comes to you, because he knows that the cause is from the love that you feel for each other

Secondo

Of all the Papas, Secondo seems the most well equipped and or has the most experience being with a partner that society would view as being slutty

Being a party animal, he meets a lot of people that would be similarly viewed, and he has been with more than a few

More than happy to let you dress and act however you wish, as long as it is always him you are going home with at the end of the night

If you ever ask if an outfit is too revealing, Secondo will tell you so, but will insist you wear it. Let them see, if only to make them jealous of what they cannot have

Also won’t admit it, but Secondo loves the attention you give him. It keeps him feeling young whenever he is with you

Sometimes if Secondo gets too drunk, he is the one that will act like a slut, especially if you are in a nightclub

There are never any doubts about your love and affection for each other

Terzo

It should go without needing to be said, Terzo is the slut in this scenario

The way that Terzo interacts with Omega on the stage is just a glimpse of how he interacts with you

Is not afraid to throw himself all over you in public, even in situations where he probably should not. Why should he ever hold back his feelings for you?

When you are out in public, Terzo will often make a show of throwing himself at you whenever the opportunity strikes. He loves it when all eyes are on you both

Happily wears the title of slut as if it were a badge of honor, always reminding you that it is all just for you. He is all yours

To everyone in the Ministry, you are both a set of happy love drunk fools

Sometimes however, Omega does have to reign Terzo in a bit to keep him from taking things a bit too far in public. They don’t need Sister Imperator on their case again

Copia

This poor man is so easily flustered, you will have him permanently trying to hide his bright red cheeks beneath his Papal paints

Getting him to admit that he loves seeing you in tight revealing outfits sometimes takes a bit of work, but it is so worth it to see the way he drools over you

Zero issues with other people seeing you in such outfits either, because he would never disrespect you in such a way or treat you as if you were his property. Plus, despite his awkward shyness, Copia is very secure in knowing that at the end of the day it is only him that gets to see you out of such outfits

It is such a foreign concept for Copia for someone to so openly show their attraction and affection for him that sometimes he will get a bit overwhelmed at times. So there may be times you have to dial it back a bit as to not break the old man

But to the same end, Copia is just as eager to similarly display and share his love for you so openly

Actually it is thanks to you that Copia feels the confidence to wear such skin tight lace up trousers, or even how he acts when up on stage

[rmd-writes]

hello rmd!! as i was rereading what like it's hard for the nth time, i just realized that they never said i love yous in real time (does that make sense???) or there was never a scene where they said their first i love yous because it was 12 mos later when it was on writing (which is perfect) so i wanted to ask if you have any ideas or scenarios or hcs in which they said if first??? like idk from your drafts or something?? obvs cannot get enough of this au!!!

hi nonnie! I saw this ask on the weekend, didn't have time to answer it and then forgot until just now - sorry!

I'm so glad you like this story, it really means so much to me that you've reread it at all, let alone more than once! 💖💖 What you said does make sense and when I was writing it, I wrestled with Alex and Henry not saying their first "I love you" on screen so to speak because I wanted to give them that moment, but I also needed to move the story forward!

I don't have drafts to share because I never actually wrote the scene but I have thought about it and I think that they would have both known that they were in love for some time before they actually say it.

A couple of months after the baseball game, Alex is in the middle of trial prep and working impossibly long hours (more so than usual). Henry hasn't seen him for over a week beyond Alex crawling into his bed at midnight and passing out with his chest pressed to Henry's back, then rolling out of bed again far too early in the morning to go to work. So, in a bid to actually see his boyfriend while he's awake, Henry stops by Alex's office one night with dinner.

Alex is running on more caffeine than is advisable (his usual intake is inadvisable, he's exceeded that. Brianna has refused to bring him more coffee so Alex has resorted to getting the junior staff to do it for him instead, to much disapproval from Bri). When Henry texts him to say he's downstairs with dinner at 8pm Alex realises that he hasn't eaten at all that day except for a shitty muffin that Bri stole from a conference room and just about forced down his throat at 2pm because she was sick of Alex being hangry. He races down to the lobby to see Henry and almost knocks him over because he hugs him so hard. He takes a second just to rest his head on Henry's shoulder and inhale his scent because he fucking misses his boyfriend.

Regretfully, Alex doesn't have time to sit and eat with Henry, if he's going to have any chance of making it home (no, he's not going to think about the fact that he just thought of Henry's apartment as 'home', it's just an expression, don't fucking mention it) while Henry is still awake.

"Fuck, I love you for this," Alex says, kissing Henry lightly on the lips before taking the take out container that Henry offers him and walking away.

He doesn't clock what he's said until he's halfway back to the elevator. He turns around slowly when it hits him and Henry is still standing there, smiling.

Alex walks back to Henry. "So, I said what I said," he says, almost defiantly.

"You did," Henry replies, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"And I fucking meant it." Alex takes a breath. "I love you."

Henry's smile lights up the lobby, hideous fluorescent lights be damned.

"I love you too."

They kiss for far longer and with more passion than is advisable in Alex's workplace but neither of them care.

"Go finish your work," Henry murmurs against Alex's lips.

(Alex makes it back to Henry's apartment at 10.30pm that evening. He tells Henry he loves him with his whole body, writing it into his skin with his words, the press of his lips and the cut of his teeth. Henry says it back over and over and over again, as he presses Alex into the mattress, with the featherlight touch of his fingers and the roll of his hips and his breath warm against Alex's neck as he speaks.)

don't estop me now series (aka rwrb lawyer au - I'm begging you to please read them in the order I've published them in for maximum enjoyment)

[transhuman-priestess]

This one is a little different than other things I've posted before. It's short, it's not horny, it's a bit surreal. I wrote it a while ago, but I've never posted it here. This one came out of my head at a very stressful time in my life and it's largely a pastiche of what I was going through at the time. It's not literal, but you'll understand.

There's no sex (though masturbation is mentioned) in this one but there is a lot of explicit, semi-realistic gore mentioned. This is your warning.

If You Prick Me, I Shall Bleed

I was walking down the street last week when a stray bullet struck me in the right shoulder. The 5.56mm round struck the top of my right shoulder blade, shattering it into several large pieces and bouncing up and into my clavicle before exiting horizontally through my skin. Blood poured everywhere.

As I screamed in agony one of my fellow pedestrians on the corner of Chavez and Belmont looked over at me. “Uh, Ma’am,” He said, disgust evident in his voice. “Would you mind not bleeding all over me?”

I managed to regain self control and through clenched teeth and flowing tears I sputtered, “I’m sorry, my bad.” My blue uniform was now a dark purple. I grabbed several copies of the Falun Gong’s free newspaper from the dispenser a few feet away and pressed them to my gushing wound.

The light turned green and as I crossed the street a white woman in her late 40s with a “Choose Life” shirt on tapped me on my uninjured shoulder. I turned around and she said to me “You should sue, you know.”

“Who should I sue?” I asked, “It was random gunfire. Also I can’t afford a lawyer.”

“You should sue the city, it’s going to hell!” Her eyes drifted down from my face to my shirt pocket and fixed upon my trans flag pin. Her expression changed to one not unlike you might see on someone who’d just stepped barefoot in dog shit. She turned and walked away and once she got about 10 feet away I swore I heard her say “Fucking faggot.”

I made it to work, my shoulder mercifully having clotted. My boss was talking to the receptionist as I walked in. He stood up and looked me up and down before checking his watch. “You’re late.” he said, “You were supposed to be here 3 minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, before gesturing to my shoulder. “I got shot. I’ll be fine.”

“You got shot? Christ. That sucks. I’m sorry but we’re really short-staffed today.”

“I said I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” He said, now browsing something on his phone.

“I just need to make it clear I can’t afford to send you home.”

I walked past the reception desk and through the “Employees Only” door and sat down at my cubicle. The first challenge of the day was to figure out how to use the mouse on my computer with a shattered right shoulder. I tried just moving my arm as normal but the tenuous newspaper-filled clot started bleeding again and a bit of what I’m pretty sure was my collarbone fell onto the desk. My boss picked that moment to walk by. He glanced at the bloody chunk of bone on the desk and shouted, “God dammit, Danner, your cubicle is disgusting. I’m gonna have to write you up for this.”

“But sir, I-”

“But nothing, Danner,” He said, “It is very clear in the employee handbook that all workspaces must be kept clean.”

“I got shot”

“I don’t care if you got shot, you need to be more responsible.” and with that, he walked off to go yell at Collins for something or other.

After another 10 minutes of trying in vain to make my right hand work with the mouse I used my left to pick it up and, with some difficulty, managed to change the settings to left-handed use. I found that I was mostly competent at typing one-handed, and for several hours things were almost normal, except for the occasional bit of blood-soaked bone falling out of my shoulder.

I decided to work through lunch and around 2pm I went and used the company account to buy some more toner. About 10 minutes after that, my boss came back. “Danner, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Huh?” I asked, confused

“Why did you just put in an order for 6 toner cartridges? We only needed 5.”

“Oh,” I said, slightly relieved that it wasn’t something I’d get fired over. “I meant to hit 5 but I must have hit 6 by accident. I’ve been having to type one-handed cause of the shoulder thing.”

His eyes narrowed, “You’re fired, Danner. Security will clean out your desk. Go home now before I call the cops.”

“What?” I said, alarmed, “What did I do?”

“Wasting company funds is serious business, Danner.”

“I got shot,” I protested, “and this is a tiny mistake.”

“Well you should have called off then.”

“You told me you couldn’t spare me.”

“That’s not my problem. If you weren’t capable of doing your duties you should have called off.”

“You would have fired me.”

“That’s not my problem. Get out before I tear you a new asshole.”

I walked to the door, and as I left I heard my boss say, “And the cost of cleaning your cubicle is coming out of your final paycheck.”

An hour later I made it home, having somehow managed to drive stick left-handed. I walked in the front door to see my boyfriend, Jim, sitting on the couch, masturbating.

“Oh, hi, Sara.” He said, not looking away from his computer screen, “you’re home early”

“I got fired.” I said, before breaking down and sobbing.

“Oh, hon, that fucking blows.” He’s still jerking his dick up and down like he’s shaking a can of spray paint.

I lay on the floor writhing in pain and my whole body convulsed even more with the sobs of humiliation and despair.

Finally, Jim looks up. Our eyes met, and with a sweet expression of pity in his eyes, he said, “Can you keep it down, babe? You’re killing my boner.”

[missys-mansion-of-mistakes]

October 12th, 2024. Saturday.

What I accomplished:

Did my make-up QT homework (glossary and paper)

Made an optometrist appointment

Went grocery shopping! Yay!

Finished Union Plus scholarship application

1 hour of relaxation

🤔 It doesn't feel like much today. I worked HARD, all day long. I woke up at 5am, banged out the paper and the glossary, ran over to the grocery store, made a call, wrote the essays for the application... and somehow it's 2pm already and I'm wiped. out. I would have liked to do more but I'm satisfied that I moved forward. Progress! We're all about it!

🎨 Lately I've been getting a lot more into bullet journaling. It's just SO relaxing to put my thoughts down and paste some silly little stationery on the page too. Lately I've been listing my accomplishments every few days and it makes me feel AMAZING because it makes me FINALLY realize how much I actually do. Love it.

[Photos: to-do list from today, bullet journal entry x3]

[yoursnailfriend]

Hello :)

I think it goes against the human brain to truly think that we are not meant to be here. I mean that in more of the mental health sense than the here on Earth sense, but to me, especially in the past couple years, every time I get depressed it’s like this total out-of-body-but-somehow-still-trapped-in-body-mind fuck. It’s like my insides are too big for my outsides or something. Like there’s something urging to crawl its way out. When I feel like that, it also feels like my mind narrows my life down to a few limited options: sleep, cry, or die. But the thought of dying leads to the crying, and the crying usually leads to the sleeping. It’s like all the other options go out the window and I’m left with the basic actions I can take right then and there. The worst is when it happens and I’m driving. It’s like, do I yank my wheel into the opposing flow of traffic or should I just turn up Charli XCX and shut the fuck up? This happens every three or so months, where I kind of fall out of my groove (if you can even call my thrown together daily routine a groove) and I start purposefully self sabotaging myself, I guess because I think I deserve it. Or, because the little evil me inside me thinks I deserve it. For example, during these times, especially when I’m not working (which is some of my favorite times), I’ll plan this whole big day for myself, usually at bed time the night before. Tomorrow, I’m going to wake up. I’m gonna stretch. I’ll have coffee, but at a cafe. I’ll take some work stuff, a sketch book, my iPad, and some reading material. I’ll lounge, maybe stop by the local metaphysical shop and see what new incense they have in. I’ll go slow, enjoy the sun, breathe the fresh air outside of my tattoo studio and bedroom for once. Knowing, all the while, that I’ll wake up the next morning, and my body will ache. I woke up a million times the night before, I turned left and right until the sun rose. I make coffee at home. I sit in my bed, I’m scrolling TikTok for an hour. Now it’s 10am. I should probably shower, so I do. I get dressed, I eat something so I can fill the void. It’s 11 now. It’s getting so late. I Apple Maps nearest cafes to me. Four miles here, five miles there. Fuck, it’s a weekend though. It’ll probably be crowded, and it’s still early. The last thing we want is to get there and there not be any chairs left. That would be embarrassing, we’d have to leave, go back to the car, all ready for the day with nowhere to go. I’ll just wait, I can get work done here, it’s better that way. No one has to know, I won’t be perceived, I don’t have to spend money. Maybe I could go to the gym though? No, I just showered. A walk? It’s too hot outside. Tidy the house? Too much energy. It’s 2pm. I sit in my bed. I journal about the same shit I always do. I drink a Diet Coke, I make some lunch, I pet my dog. It’s 4pm now. Almost dinner time. Where did the day go? All I did was think. And think about thinking. I worried about money once, in there. Why would I sit here all day when I could’ve been making money? It’s not your choice when you make money. Right, right. Except it is, isn’t it? I should lower my prices. No, you need to charge what you’re worth, there’s people who will pay. I should’ve drawn today. All. I. Did. Was. Think. And now, I feel guilty about it. I feel guilty about doing nothing. I hate working, I hate doing nothing. I should get a hobby. But what sounds interesting? Nothing. Exactly, so just sit. Sit, and just think. Just think, over and over, every day, for the rest of your life. And when you die, no one can ever say you weren’t insightful. They’ll speak at my funeral (who’s they?) and they’ll say, “Wow, they really never just stopped fucking thinking about every goddamn thing including thinking. They could’ve wrote a fucking book, the amount of thoughts running through their head everyday about absolutely nothing.” And I’ll be in my casket nodding my head from beyond the veil because shit, I really should’ve put the words somewhere besides my journal. So that’s what this is. That’s where we are now. 

[donnerpartyofone]

Twelve years ago today, I had my first date with my husband, who I met on okcupid. It's weird to think about okcupid, it's like the last ambiguously wholesome thing before it felt like all the dating apps divided into sex apps and paid subscription apps like eHarmony that are specifically designed for people who are looking to get married and breed immediately. I got on okcupid about a year after I was finally done with my abusive ex-boyfriend; I always used to think I needed to be with someone as Dark and Fucked UpTM as myself because I hadn't had good luck being understood more normal people, but after living a nightmare for several years, I finally woke up one day thinking, What would it be like to date someone who actually, obviously liked me and was happy to see me? I started to imagine it, and just that made a big difference. One day I opened okcupid and it served me this guy who was way too attractive for me, and who also just seemed really nice and normal. I thought, I don't have anything to offer someone like that, and moved on. However, okcupid showed the guy that I had looked at him, and even though I had taken no action, he reached out. I was still feeling pretty skittish and made him be my pen pal for a pretty long time. Then one day the stranger who stalked me for several years at my old job somehow found my blog; I couldn't figure out how, and it really scared me, and I just dropped all communications with uncertain men in a fit of despair. A while later, like maybe a month or something, my okcupid suitor wrote me a very polite email to tell me that he understands what it usually means when somebody ghosts you online, but he just wants to say that if I ever want to get a cup of coffee or something, he's still interested. I gave in and ordered him to meet me at 2pm on a Sunday, thinking that if we hated each other it could be over in like half an hour. The date lasted about 10 hours, and in reality it never stopped.

Five years ago today, we got married. We liked the idea of getting married on the anniversary of our first date, even though it meant dragging the 20 people who had the least ability to say "no" to a Tuesday wedding. We did it at City Hall, which was really awesome; every kind of person was there, in every kind of dress, all having our big day together. Afterward we put everyone on the ferry to the neighborhood where our reception was, which had become a center of our lives well beforehand. We live there now, as of this autumn. But let me tell you, a ferry ride on a winter night is a great way to see the city, definitely do this if you get the chance.

We've had a really good marriage so far, a big part of which is that we're actually friends. I think a lot of straight people are indoctrinated with ideas about the War of the Sexes, like men and women are natural enemies, it's not normal to be buddies with the opposite sex, and marriage represents an uneasy alliance between arch foes to fulfill the prime directive of the species. It's scary what a common cliche it is, that people in relationships hate each other, that marriage is miserable and a breeding ground for seething hatred, ha ha ha, "This is fine." It really doesn't have to be like that, unless you insist on dogmatically disrespecting people with different genitals from you. And also mutual respect shouldn't be a barrier to hot sex.

Anyway, we're getting ready to go out and see NAPOLEAN, after which we'll go to our favorite restaurant, and then I'll probably force my husband to watch my new favorite movie RED ROOMS to balance out the psycho boy movie with a psycho girl movie. After that, it's none of your beeswax.

[norbezjones]

Last day of Maryis Week 2024! I’m so sad I missed most of it, but I hope you like what I was able to write!

Today, I wrote another chapter to the coffee AU fic. Lmk if you want me to do the prompts I missed over the next couple days! It might be a fun challenge.

Can be read fandom-blind!

March stayed at the shop much more often after that meeting.  He told himself it was to get himself more immersed in his work, but in his heart of hearts, he knew it was to see if Ryis would come back.

Which, he did.  The novelist came back every day from 2pm to 3pm.  He usually sat at the same table if it was free, and if it was not, he would sit at one nearby.  Then, he would take out his notebook and write while drinking his coffee and eating a lunch from his bag.  After a while, that routine changed: Ryis purchased food from March’s coffee shop, and would obtain his lunch that way.

March started finding excuses to get behind the counter or wander the store when Ryis was arriving.  He felt a pull towards the man, a yearning in his heart that he couldn’t explain.  It was a frustrating feeling, because logically, he knew he should stay focused on running the coffee shop.  But sometimes, a man has to follow his heart.

The second week Ryis was there, March walked out from the back and went up to his table.  Ryis looked up and gave him a smile.  “Oh, hey, it’s you!” he exclaimed happily.

“Yes, it’s me,” March said, giving him a small smile back.  “Mind if I sit with you?”

“Not at all!” Ryis said, clearly surprised.  “Go ahead.”

March sat across from the man and pointed at his notebook.  “So, what’s the book you’re writing about?” March asked.

“It’s about a carpenter who uses wood magic to save the world,” Ryis replied.  He laughed and said, “It’s kind of a self-indulgent story. . . I’m a carpenter, and I’ve been mastering wood magic since I moved into Mistria with my uncle.  It’s so fun to explore, so I wanted to write a story about it.”

March nodded.  “That’s very nice.”  Then, he realized something, and asked, “You live in Mistria?”

“Yeah!” Ryis replied.  “Though most of the time, I’m at my uncle’s place. . . I don’t go to many places around town much.  I’m trying to explore Mistria more, which brought me to your coffee shop.”

“I see.  March hesitated, then added, “Perhaps we’ll see each other around down, then.”

Ryis smiled.  “Yeah, maybe!”

The man’s smile was so freaking cute. . . March blushed a little and turned away, trying to hide his joy.  He cleared his throat and stood up, standing from the table.  “I should go back to work,” he said.

“Oh, ok!” Ryis replied.  “I’ll see you later, then!”

March gave him a nod, then walked back behind the counter.

[theunstuffedpepper]

I realized that I’ve never really documented my L&D experience with any of my boys. Memory fades, but anyone who has gone through it knows that there are some moments and aspects of labor and delivery that you know will stay fresh in your mind for a long, long time.

This will probably get lengthy - fair warning.

For a bit of background, my first and second experiences with labor and delivery were complete opposites in everything except arrival time; both boys arrived in week 38 (38+3 and 38+4, to be specific).

My first involved an induction due to preeclampsia concerns. I was working remotely and got a call from my doctor on Wednesday - I was 38+0 and they told me that due to the protein levels in my urine from my 37-week appointment, they wanted to induce me. That same day. After a bit of freaking out and calling B, we packed up and headed to the hospital. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were spent passing the time, letting things... ripen. My body was NOT ready. By Saturday, though, I was ready for pitocin. I labored for about 6 hours and was still only at 2cm, so I requested an epidural. An hour after the epidural, my doctor came in to tell me that if things hadn't progressed any further, I'd be getting a C-section. She checked me and I was fully dilated +2. Thank god for that epidural. One more hour of pushing and he arrived. The whole experience was off, though. It wasn't a great labor and delivery experience for me, though I was very grateful because it could have been much worse and much harder, but it was only the start of a very, very difficult year of my life. PPD is no joke.

My second was quite the opposite. Again, I was working remotely at home, and I wrote an email to my boss the morning I started going into labor to tell him I thought I'd best hang up my hat. We called my parents to come watch Holden. They arrived to our house by 1pm, we got to the hospital at 2pm, and the baby was born at 4pm. It was wickedly painful - my water broke on the way to the hospital - and to this day, I've never experienced physical pain like that in my life. It progressed FAST and furious and my body told me when it was time to push, even before the doctors did. Two pushes and he was here.

I guess that brings me to my third and final labor/delivery experience. You may already know that we had a false alarm and spent the day at the hospital two days before the baby was actually born, frustratingly being sent home at the end of that day because I was still only 3cm dilated. That was Wednesday. Friday morning, my contractions woke me up at 4am and I knew in my gut that it was Actually Time. I woke B up, we woke up my parents who were already staying at our place that night, and we left. The hour-long drive to the hospital was stressful but we made it. We were admitted at 6am. After vomiting once and laboring for much longer than I wanted without any pain management, I was finally given the epidural around - what was it, 7cm? I think so. It was only about 75% effective, but it was certainly enough to take the edge off and it was a welcome relief. My labors move fast, apparently. The L&D nurse was so incredibly kind and encouraging - telling me I was doing amazing, that my pain tolerance is incredibly high, and that I was cranking out those contractions. When I was fully dilated, the midwife (who also saw me for my false alarm and who I had become very fond of by that point) told me we were ready to go. Let's push this baby out. Four pushes and there he was. He had arrived at 39+2. He looks just like Holden did as a newborn. He's healthy and happy and it's been absolute smooth sailing as far as his health goes, thank goodness. That's all I wanted.

So, with that, the family is feeling very complete. It was a scary thought, but now it's mostly just a welcome one. I won't have to go through the pain, anxiety, and trauma of another pregnancy, labor, and delivery again. That part of the journey is thankfully in the rear view. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't have kids - at that time, I never would have believed you if you told me I'd end up having three. Now, though, I can't imagine not having done it. Life has a way of doing that, I suppose.