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lorenid · 11 months

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Sleeping Habits

Genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic, idol chan

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: anxiety/insomnia topic, light suggestive lines

Summary: Two 20 something year olds that can fall in love, but can’t fall asleep

A/N: Happy 5-STAR Comeback Day! It’s my first official comeback and I’m celebrating by streaming while finishing this short one-shot that I’ve been putting off since April. I didn’t proof read this at all, please let me know about any errors. Anyways… I’m back on my self indulgence, bc the world inside my head is better than my real world anyways, might as well make it a good one. Fun fact (that only I care about, but I like to over share): My bias for Chan started as soon as I read that he was born 1 year minus a day apart from me. Enough about my delusions, this is also my first time writing about SKZ so here goes nothing.

You arrive home exhausted after a 12 hour shift at the hospital you work at, tossing your heels at the entrance of the cozy apartment you share with Chan.

“Honey, I’m home.” You say with a singing tone making your way to leave your belongings on the living room sofa so you don’t forget them the next morning. Checking the kitchen to put away some washed plates and glasses.

“Hey, baby. Did you have a good day?” You hear him shuffling around before you see him, wearing his usual black shirt, black basketball shorts and socks. He kisses the crown of your head, engulfing you into a back hug, hands gripping your hips. Quickly turning you around giving you a sweet gentle kiss before you can even open your mouth to say a word.

“Tiring but good, a lot of patients showed great progress today and that keeps me going. How about you, did you finish the track you were working on before I left?” You bend your arms to rub his back until your fingers squeeze his shoulders to release the tension moving along to the nape of his neck.

After almost a year of living together you’re used to his habit of waking up, saying good morning with his groggy voice, sealing his greeting with a kiss and heading straight to the studio. Because he can’t do anything else before revising the work he did the night before listening with a fresh mind to get his genius creativity flowing. You do your morning routine and put down the breakfast beside his work desk, worried that he’ll forget to eat for a while if he’s consumed by the music. Sometimes he’s so excited about a song that he rambles trying to explain all the details of the arrangement, accidentally making you sprint to leave for work to avoid being late. Everyday you’re tempted to stay for a little bit longer just to appreciate his sparkling eyes talking about his new endeavors.

“I did! I’ll share it with the kids tomorrow to get their feedback.” The kids aren’t really kids… well kinda. Since your relationship with Chan started they have teased him that if they could kick him out of they group they would just to have you as their leader. Specially Seungmin claiming that Chan is getting too old, even though you are closer in age to your boyfriend than him. But you wouldn’t dare to try to keep them apart, because they are his family and they have become yours too.

“That’s amazing, I know they’ll love it! I have noticed that you’ve been working really hard these past few weeks. So hopefully you can get some rest.” Now you’re clinging to him putting most of your weight on him and he has no choice but drag you around.

“Yeah I’m glad that is done. Honestly we both tend to overwork so much that when we have time for us we miss working, but when we are back to the routine we are exhausted.” The ultimate contradiction of you both being extreme perfectionists. He leans besides the fridge and you look up to him, his cute droopy eyes make you feel like you’re wrapped in a warm hug.

“I really want us to do better about relaxing for our own sanity. It’s a work in progress.” You lift your hands to caress his dimples and cheeks with your thumb.

“Speaking about that, should I make some tea and call it an early night?” He kindly offers, opening cabinets in search of mugs and the chamomile honey lemon tea packets.

“Yes please! I’ll get out of these clothes and get ready for bed asap.” You’re endeared by his thoughtfulness as he makes a warm tea for him, but sets aside yours adding extra honey and putting it in the fridge because if it isn’t sweet and cold you make faces of disgust just by tasting a drop.

“Do you need any help with that?” He checks you up and down with a cheeky smile, the clinking of the spoon swirling around the tea stopping for a brief second.

“Um that would jeopardize our mission, sir.” You say it with a lower voice, rolling your eyes playfully and watch as he blushes and his ears turn a little bit red.

“Oh… right.” He shakes his head as if he’s brushing away his suggestive thoughts.

After taking a long hot shower, you change into a sweatshirt and comfy shorts sitting in front of the vanity desk and mirror. The hue of the night lights around the room setting the mood of relaxation, Chan spent an entire day setting them up and cutely annoying you changing the colors every second. You hear the door slightly open while you’re brushing your hair to prevent the frizz, it will probably get tangled anyways, but just doing this little things give you comfort.

“What you doing?” He says softly peeking his head through the door, you turn and smile at him extending your arms signaling with your hands to come in.

“Just brushing this crazy hair, did you wash up already?” You sigh exasperated grabbing the tea he prepared.

“Yeah, I did before you came home.” He settles his mug besides yours as he quickly moves to the corner of the bed near you. Motioning to scoot closer to him and hand him the brush.

“You’re the best.” He treats you with the type of care that makes you fall in love over and over again.

“I’m not hurting you, right?” He asks, worry on his tone. Stopping to hear your answer before continuing, drinking the rest of his tea.

“Not at all, you’re really good at this actually.” You reassure him because he loves doing this for you is turning into part of his night time routine. He finishes, running his fingers through your hair and kissing the crown of your head as you sip the last drops.

A few minutes later after going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you both slip under the blankets. Chan plays Pokemon while listening to his favorite playlist while you attempt to read a chapter of a book, but your mind always wonder to random things instead.

“You know what we need?” Your out of the blue excitement makes him jump a little, holding on to your wrists because you hit his arm playfully asking for attention.

“A rocking chair! Think about it, if its big enough we can both fit and take turns.” You start searching for them on the phone to show him different options.

“Am I completely missing the point or does this sound a bit… naughty?” He stares deep into your eyes cocking his head to the side.

“Get your head out of the guter! Its another technique to fall asleep we could try. When I was little my grandma used to hold me and I was out like a light after swaying for a bit.” You gently slap the side of his head as if that would solve anything and he laughs.

“Well, we can definitely try.” He stands up to turnoff the lights, getting back to the bed you pat the space in front of you to cuddle him. You wrap him in a hug crossing your arms on his back moving your hands to rock him a little as if you were on the rocking chair. He lets out a deep breath aligning his head with yours, welcoming the comfortable silence.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi niño tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” He raises his eyebrows surprised by your singing, but he doesn’t say anything worried that you’ll stop. It’s a famous Hispanic lullaby that at first was intended as a Christmas song about Jesus, but it passed down from generation to generation to help children fall asleep.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi Channie tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” You gently stroke between his eyes and down his nose with your pinky finger. He gives you a soft smile with his eyes closing like crescent moons when he hears his nickname.

“I’m not fair that I’m drifting away while you sing like an angel. I wish I could rush to the studio and record your voice so I can listen to it on loop when I’m away on tour and imagine that you’re there beside me.” He has confessed before that he struggles to find comfort in strange places like hotel rooms and sometimes the time difference doesn’t help with you whispering throught the phone to at least calm his racing heart.

“It’s a deal if you also record yours.” You have heard him before jokingly singing it to his members before they hang up and you can’t help but be a little bit jealous.

“Oh, do you actually mean right now? You love to put me in the spot, don’t you?” He says in surprise when you reach your phone finding the app and placing the phone in between your pillows next to his head. He’s too busy to notice that you already pressed the red button because he’s shuffling to press his hands to your sides under your sweatshirt.

“Of course I do, I won’t deny it and you lowkey love it.” You brush away the strands of hair that are sticking up and the ones that tickle you when he brushes his nose against yours before positioning your head below his craning his neck to be as close as he can to your phone.

“Close your eyes, go to sleep.” He carefully places a hand covering your eyes, giggling under his breath when he feels your eyelashes fluttering.

“Know my love is all around.” His hands travel around your waist to hold you closer to his chest, you hear his heartbeat and try to breathe profoundly to slow down yours.

“Dream in peace, when you wake.” He sneaks a hand up to pet your hair, spreading his fingers to cover the back of your head, a deep breath escapes your lips.

“You will know I'm still with you.” He notices that your breathing is evening and slowly remove one from under your clothes to stop the audio recorder without startling you as he also feels himself drift.

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elliebarker · 11 months

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neeeeeeeeeed for u to write me smt abt working!reader and housewifey!ellie who cooks for u when you work 12 hour shifts (and she east u out later too to take away the soreness)

help you relax ( e. williams )

you had just finished up your work day, an extra hour and a half added to your usual 12-hour day because of your damaging boss, you finally clock out and head to the parking lot to find your car. you were absolutely exhausted and the only thing you wanted was the go back to the comfort and safety of your home, and your wife.

ellie had her sleeve rolled up and wiped her brow with her arm as she finished preparing dinner for you. in the distance, ellie heard a car pull up right outside your guys' house, the stop of the engine, and the door of the car opening and shutting. ellie brought the pot on the stove to a lower heat to avoid burning down the house as she went up to greet you. she was decorated in an apron, top, and her usual skinny jeans. she walked, with anticipation, to the entrance of your guys' house. the key turned in it's knob and in you walked, tired and drained from your day full of work.

"hey babe," ellie's voice pouring out ease and immediately calming your stress and nerves. you muttered out a response, sleep heavy in your voice. ellie took your jacket off, massaging your sore back muscles for a slight second, and hung it on the rack. she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the kitchen. the two of you sat down and enjoyed the dinner she had crafted for the two of you, exchanging a few kisses and hugs while you both went up for seconds. the night was slow and romantic, simple tunes played from you record player as the two of you snuggled up on the couch and breathed the day away. you had missed ellie. and, ellie had missed you. a little too much. you were comfortably laying on the couch, arms wrapped each other, when all of a sudden you felt the dust of ellie's lips on you neck. you paid no attention to it, she was probably just trying to find a more comfortable position. then, a few minutes, later, it happened again. her lips gazed your neck, placing kisses along your jawline down to your collar bones.

"ellie..." you pleaded.

"cmon honey," ellie said, looking up into your eyes, "lets get to bed," she smirked and pulled you into your bedroom, a look of mischief and intent in her eyes, "i want to help you relax."

an: no because i love this request (ps so sorry but my smut writing abilities suck ass so it'll just...fade to black... and you can imagine the rest) i honestly struggled so hard to make housewife!ellie without making it like those disgusting male gaze yassifed ellies lmao

comment, reblog, and like it up!!

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nobedofroses · 4 months

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December 7th

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

warnings: fluff

words: 1.5k

a/n: falling in love with possibility of Din, basically. "blackout/only one bed/warmth" prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

more Din, Full List

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This kept happening. For the third time in as many months, there was only one lodging available. Since you and Din had started hunting together, you had only had to lodge anywhere but the Razor Crest a handful of times but the last few had been odd.

The first time was six months ago. You arrived at an inn late into the night, and had to practically beg the owner to let the three of you, including Grogu, to stay so you could get out of the terrible storm. The Crest wasn’t an option because it was too damaged from a battle on the same planet.

There had only been one tiny room, with just enough room for two cots and a chair. Luckily, Grogu’s pram floated, and with the three of you exhausted from the day, any awkwardness about the arrangement was quieted when you fell asleep immediately.

So, a couple months later, when a similar situation presented itself, you thought it would be just as easy. It was not.

This time, the room was bigger but there was only one bed. And Grogu’s pram had broken, so he needed somewhere to sleep. Din had tried to sleep on the floor, but you argued with him until he agreed that he needed to be alert in the morning. So the three of you would share the bed. Except since the baby was so small, you didn’t want him sleeping in between you, especially since you knew Din would sleep in his armor.

The solution ended up being giving Grogu the pillows to make a bed on the floor and you and Din sharing the bed itself. It was fine, mostly, apart from the strange tension from being so close to him, even in his armor. The pull in your chest when you heard his deep breathing, soft and vulnerable in his sleep in a way he never was when he was awake.

You had decided that sharing a bed was not a good option.

But then it happened again. And now again. It was like the entire star system was against you, sending you on bounties to tiny little towns with unreasonably small numbers of accommodations. Places where the Crest would stick out like a sore thumb.

The second time you shared a bed, it was in a place Din had been before, where he felt more secure than he usually did. As such, you were able to convince him to sleep just in his flight suit and helmet. It was honestly as much for yourself as him because that first time you had woken up pressed against the sharp metal and it was less than comfortable.

This had led to a fun combination of your most secret daydream and your worst nightmare when you woke up wrapped in his warm body. That close, you could smell him, the clean scent of soap from the fresher, the slight scent of the oil he used to polish his armor, and the sweet smell of his skin.

If it had ended there, that would have been fine. Instead, Din woke up too and froze the second he realized the positioning of your bodies, which led to many harried apologies on your part and lots of silent awkwardness on his.

For the past month, you had been able to avoid any extra lodgings at all. This was despite Din’s best efforts, as he continually offered to find lodgings while on planet so you could have a real bed instead of the hammock in the Crest. You appreciated the gesture, but would rather save the money for a more permanent house of your own on Nevarro. Possibly close to the one that Din and Grogu had.

But today, it was unavoidable. There had been a gas leak in the Crest, and it needed to air out for several hours before it was safe to inhabit it again.

It brought you to the smallest, neatest inn you had ever seen with a staircase leading to the last of two rooms that were even in the place. When the innkeeper opened the door, it was to a bright, spacious room with exactly one bed.

You prepared yourself for another incredibly awkward 12 hours, especially because the baby was being watched by Greef during this hunt, so there was no buffer to focus on. About an hour after your arrival, you had both eaten, with you sitting in the fresher while you waited for him to, and there seemed to be nothing left to do but talk or go to sleep.

“I think maybe an early night would be a good idea,” you suggested, hoping he wouldn’t take it as you avoiding talking to him, which it was.

“Of course, you can have the fresher first,” Din agreed, and while you were only going to change clothes, preferring to use the fresher in the morning, you didn’t contradict.

A couple minutes later you stepped out of the fresher dressed in your sleep clothes. You hadn’t realized, but Din was still removing his armor and you stopped in your tracks as you saw what he was doing.

It was fascinating, watching the practiced ease he used in removing the beskar, mixed with the reverence and respect he clearly held for each item of armor. It made you wonder if he could be just as familiar with anything else, anyone else.

You didn’t know whether to turn away, the whole thing feeling slightly taboo. Which of course made it impossible to look away and added a slightly erotic undertone that you hoped was just because you associated the removal of clothing with those types of things.

If Din had caught you watching, he hadn’t said anything, absorbed in taking off and arranging his beskar carefully on a bench at the foot of the bed. In just another minute, he was done and he did notice you then, nodding to the bed and saying, “Please, you first,” as his only acknowledgment.

Feeling nervous, you got under the covers on the side closest to you as quickly as you could and then laid flat on your back, stiff as a board.

The light flicked off and you felt the bed dip as Din joined you. Oftentimes you wondered if the helmet could be comfortable at all when he was sleeping, but this time all you could think was that this bed seemed smaller than the one you shared before.

That is, until you heard a loud shifting down sound, like all of the humming electrical systems in the building shut down.

“What was that?” you asked, worry creeping into your voice.

“The town has lost power,” Din told you, apparently using his helmet or some other technology to figure that out.

“The whole town? What do we do?” you asked, panicking slightly because you could already feel the air getting colder without the electric heat pumping through the room.

“Everything will be fine. There is enough ambient warmth in this room that with it’s insulation, we can stay the night without worrying of hypothermia,” Din tried to reassure you.

“Hypothermia??” you exclaimed, moving closer to him under the covers because like hell you were going to freeze to death when there was a warm man right here in your bed.

Din didn’t say anything, didn’t yell at or scold you even when your hand touched his arm. And as you pushed further and further, you wondered if maybe he liked it, liked your touch. It seemed too much to hope for until his hand found the bend of your waist and pulled you just that bit closer.

You got comfortable, physically, but you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to fall asleep with the way your heart was racing. You were tangled up with Din in bed, the very man you had been pining after for so damn long you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Minutes ticked by as you over thought about what each breath, each slight shift might mean. When you had to adjust a blanket because it fell off your shoulder, your hand was shaking with anticipation and nerves.

“You’re shivering. Put your head under the blanket,” Din told you, surprising you into obeying without even thinking why he would tell you to.

Then you heard a strass click and hiss and then a heavy thunk on the small table next to the bed. Your mind didn’t put two and two together until you felt the blanket move again and saw the blurry, dark shape of hair ducking under the gap until the blanket was dropped down and everything was dark again.

“Are you—?”

“I’m keeping you— keeping us warm. That is all that needs to be said right now,” Din cut you off, and you shut your mouth, not wanting to make this any harder than it must already be for him.

But then you felt him move, laying more on his back than his side. And then you felt his hands on you again, pulling you until you could rest your head on his chest. It was the last thing you expected, but there was no way you were going to say something and ruin the moment.

Finally, you felt his head tilt down to yours, could feel his breath fan over your hair, and if you let yourself believe your imagination, the ghost of his lips at your temple. It was easy to fall asleep then, with Din’s body and dreams of what could be keeping you warm.

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wrenreid · 1 year

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Off Limits

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content warning: dead parent talk

Part Fifteen

The events of approximately 7 hours ago play on repeat in my head. I can still taste him, feel the warmth of his soft lips on mine. God it was a great kiss. I felt like I was going to met into his lap and have to stay there forever. Which I would not have minded in the slightest.

I wish I didn’t have to leave, but honestly I’m a little relieved I did. I’m not sure what would’ve happened had I stayed. Would we have done it? Maybe. But then again maybe not. Definitely not. It’s too soon. I’m not that type of person. But then again again he is Spencer, and I think I’d give up my right leg for him if he asked.

Dad, Jack, and I are watching a movie over frozen yogurt right now. But while their eyes are focused on Lilo and Stitch, I am still seeing Spencer’s lips on mine.

Lying to my father about where I went for nearly an hour wasn’t hard, but trying to hide my flushed cheeks and swollen lips was. Luckily, his post-nap drowsiness got in the way of him noticing anything off.

So instead of having to explain my gushing attitude, I got to change the subject to the matter of dinner.

After the movie, Dad helps Jack get ready for bed, and I hang back in the living room and attempt to come up with a reason to text Spencer.

The only reason I can come up with is because I want to, and it seems valid enough.

“Hey”

I text him, no punctuation because a period seems too serious, an explanation mark makes me seem desperate, and everything else wouldn’t make sense. I then text again,

“Are you busy?”

He doesn’t respond, so I take that as a “yes” to my question. A slight frown forms on my lips, but I know I can’t just expect him to answer every time I reach out. He’s a grown man with a life.

I head upstairs to get ready for bed even though I definitely won’t be sleeping for at least another few hours. I turn Friends on in my bedroom and scroll through my phone, silently hoping for a text back.

I don’t get one. Even in the morning when it’s been 12 hours since I sent the message. I debate on asking if he’s alright, but I don’t want to annoy him with my texts.

God, I hate being 21. We’re still like teenagers when it comes to texting, and we’re all terrified of spamming someone and looking desperate.

“I should be back around five,” my father says as he reaches around me to grab his coffee mug off the counter top.

Even though today is just a paper work day, he still makes sure to say “should be” because, of course, there’s still a possibility of a case and him leaving for days again.

“Love you,” I say, my mouth still full of toast.

“Love you too. Aunt Jess should be here to pick Jack up soon,” he tells me, making his way out of the apartment.

My aunt is taking Jack to a birthday party for one of his friends that she often nannied with him. I am personally glad to have the day to myself or to do whatever I want.

“It’s so good to see you, sweetheart,” my aunt says with a smile, pulling me into a hug.

I haven’t seen Jessica since just a few weeks after my mother’s funeral.

“God you look just like your mom right now,” she tells me, her eyes starting to water before she blinks back the tears.

Jack grabs her hand excitedly, eager to go to the party. I’m grateful his eagerness removes me from that interaction.

“Nice to see you, Aunt Jess. Thank you for taking Jack,” I smile softly.

“It’s no problem. I’ll see you soon, sweet girl,” she says and allows my brother to pull her out of the apartment and down the hall.

I can’t be mad at her for mentioning my mom; she is her sister. But I hate that people feel the need to bring up touchy subjects when the emotions could’ve been avoided.

She always says I look like my mom, but I think we just have the same nose. Unfortunately, I am one of the many girls who grew up being an almost carbon copy of her father. Which made me feel extremely awkward because hearing “You look just like your father!” at 15 really shreds a girl’s self esteem.

My mom used to say it didn’t matter who I looked like, but it mattered which traits from each of them I inhabited. I’ve got my father’s stubbornness that’s for sure. I’ve got his determination and hunger for success. I don’t know what I have from my mother. I’ve never been the nurturing, gentle type that she was. Haley Hotchner was the perfect embodiment of grace, a gazelle if you will. And I’m like a bull. Thank you very much, Dad.

I plop down on the couch and kick my slipper-covered feet up on the coffee table. Today is going to be so relaxing without anyone to bug me.

And just as I’m done finishing that thought, my phone chimes with a text from CeCe. She asks for plans because apparently she’s bored out of her mind and her parents are talking to her about settling down and marriage. I tell her she can come over

“Thank you for saving me from that,” she sighs, shutting the door behind her. She crawls onto the couch with me.

I chuckle softly. “No problem.”

“So what’s up? What’s new in the world of Jade?”

“You’re really that bored that you want to hear about what’s been going on with me after almost a week of being home with my little brother?” I laugh softly, shaking my head.

“Yes!” CeCe groans.

“Well,” I say. “Perhaps I had something slightly more interesting than hanging out with a four year old happen.”

CeCe situates herself to where she can rest her chin on her knees. “Spill.”

“I made out with a guy I’m sorta kinda falling for,” I blurt out, twiddling with my hands.

“Oh my god, Jade Hotchner! There is a guy and you haven’t told me?” Cece exclaims, her eyes boring into my soul.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say defensively. “And honestly, it’s a little embarrassing.”

“The guy from your political science class? The kinda ugly one with the glasses and the haircut that makes him a little cuter?”

I roll my eyes. “He was not ugly.”

“A little bit,” she holds her pointer finger and thumb together, almost pinching.

“He was really sweet though, but no,” I chuckle softly, “not him.”

CeCe takes a minute to think, eyeing me. “It’s not Spencer is it?”

I cough, laughing a little. “What?”

“Oh my god, it is. You made out with Dr. Reid?”

“Kind of,” my lips press together in a thin line.

“How does one ‘kind of’ make out with someone?”

“I don’t know.”

“You made out with your dad’s employee,” CeCe laughs, shaking her head. “I’m so proud of you. You’re like a baby slut now.”

“What the fuck is a baby slut?”

“Ya know, like not quite a slut but getting there.”

I let out a chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I’m definitely not getting there.”

My best friend pokes my thigh, teasingly. “I am so proud of you. High school you would be too!”

“Shut up, Ceec,” I blush, shaking my head.

“So what happens now?”

“With me and Spencer? I have no idea. We’ve made out twice, and now I think he’s ignoring me.”

“Hold on,” she holds up a finger. “My mind is blown. Twice?” She pauses dramatically. “Wait why do you think he’s ignoring you?”

“Because my texts have now been left on delivered for 18 hours,” I explain.

CeCe bites her teeth together, tsk-ing at me in thought. “Hey, at least it’s not read.”

“Well, he has read receipts turned off. I did that for him so he could not feel the need to respond to everyone right away.”

“Oh, Jade,” she sighs.

“And thus you see my dilemma.” I gesture my hands outward.

“Mhm, I do,” CeCe nods. “Okay, so are you guys like a thing, just kissing, what?”

“I have no idea,” I groan, slamming my palm on my face.

“These stages are always the worst, but they’re kind of exciting,” she says.

“There’s nothing exciting about this. Spencer… he’s like different than everyone else I’ve had this type of situation with,” I say honestly.

“Because he works for your dad?”

“CeCe, I swear to god…”

“Okay, okay,” she laughs softly, holding her hands of defensively. “How is it different?”

“Because he’s an actually grown up. An actual man,” I tell her. “I’m used to stupid college guys. Even the pre-laws are stupid. And Spencer is… the opposite of those guys. He’s brilliant, kind, and like totally hot, and god, he’s a good kisser.”

Her eyes widen a bit. “Oh girl. You’re falling falling.”

“I mean it’s not that deep,” I say, back-tracking. “We’re friends. We’re whatever we are. And he may be all of those things but he’s also ignoring me, so I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Confront him about it.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” My teeth tug at my bottom lip.

“C’mon, miss lawyer. Just tell him straight up what you’re thinking.”

“And if I don’t know what I’m thinking?”

“Wait until you do.”

I nod, taking in a breath. “Right. Okay.”

“I’m here for you, baby slut.”

My best friend becomes the victim of a punch to the arm.

What am I thinking, what am I thinking? I don’t know. I mean, yeah, I like him, I’m thinking that. But I also know that my dad might kill us both if he found out about anything. And I know Spencer isn’t stupid, he wouldn’t want what I do. And I’m pretty sure I want him.

The sound of a fist hitting my door rings through my apartment three times. I just got home from grocery shopping for the first time in weeks. The refrigerator was severely lacking nutrition, as am I it seems.

I exit the kitchen to answer the door, and the face I’m greeted with is the one I want to see the most and don’t want to see the most at the same time.

Jade.

Before I can get an awkward “hello” out, she says, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

My cheeks flush pink, and I know my face is giving me away. But of course, she had already figured me out anyway. I stand there nervously, my face twitching a little.

“I,” I start, but I don’t know how to finish that sentence. She’s not wrong. I have been ignoring her.

I’m not proud of it, but how do I talk to someone who is the focal point of all my guilt right now? I was in the wrong for last night. What we did was careless and stupid, and I’ve never been careless and stupid. I feel like shit over it.

“Jade,” I say, her name rolling off my lips too easily.

“Spencer,” she says. I shouldn’t have told her to call me Spencer. I like it too much.

This is becoming our routine, huh?

She steps inside my apartment, and I let her. She walks past me and onto my couch. I let her.

“You know what we did is wrong,” I say, joining her on the couch, keeping my distance.

“And yet, we’ve done it twice,” Jade says.

She’s not wrong.

“It doesn’t make it okay. No matter how much you hate it when I say you’re my boss’s daughter, it’s true. And for that, what we did is unethical and careless.”

Jade rolls her eyes. “We kissed, Spencer. It’s not like we fucked.”

Her choice of words cause my eyebrows to raise. I clear my throat. “Well, no.” But I wanted to. I would never admit this out loud, but in that moment… if she wanted to, I would’ve. And that’s a problem. I shouldn’t be flirting with or kissing my boss’s daughter let alone wanting to sleep with her.

She’s off limits.

“Then I don’t see that much of a problem,” Jade says.

“I have a moral code, Jade. And getting involved with you violates it.”

“And what if you move aside that moral code?” She asks. “Then what?”

“What do you…”

“Let’s say my dad isn’t your boss. Then what?”

“Then it wouldn’t be as wrong,” I say carefully.

“You know what I think, Spencer?”

I’m scared to know what she thinks.

“I think fuck this moral shit. I’m a grown ass woman no matter how much you or my dad think otherwise. There’s obviously something here, and you can say we’re just friends all you want, but…”

“We’re not friends,” I cut her off.

“What?”

“We’re not friends,” I say again. “You’re not wrong about that. We can’t be just friends. But it’s not a good idea to be anything else either.”

Jade leans a little closer to me. “Fuck good ideas.”

A small smile creeps onto my face. I can’t help it. “You’re crazy.”

“A little,” she shrugs.

“What am I going to do with you?” I groan, that smile still on my face.

“I really think kissing me again is a start,” Jade grins.

sixteen

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r-ene · 2 years

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how i've been surviving my second semester

not really big on tips with academics, more of staying and feeling alive on 12-hours class days

ive been mentioning in some of my posts that i have 11 to 12 hours class schedules this semester, and those days (wednesday and thursdays) are probably the most difficult days to squeeze in study time after class... especially wednesday since for thursday there's 4 major subjects to study for. and since the semester is ending, i'd like to share the things i've been doing because surprisingly i haven't felt any signs of burn out since this second semester.

note: i have a pretty lax schedule aside from wednesdays and thursdays this sem so most likely i won't be able to abide by these the following semester once our hybrid classes start + different schedule

1. workout first thing in the morning

started this one with just planks before and it helped me a lot with back pains due to sitting the whole day since after my last class at 7:30 pm, I would still continue to study after eating dinner, feeding Luna and so on. and recently i've been doing a 15-minute work out of 2-3 sets depending how much time i have before class starts and = instant energy boost. i noticed i didn't need to nap as much as i used to, but once i get to nap, i would feel all my tiredness from the day

2. sleep early on other days (M, T, F, St, Sn)

honestly still working on this because i like to do a lot of stuff within a day because i like getting things done as soon as possible and in advance for more leisure time + more time to do extra readings/notes and etc but this one is a necessity to lessen the probability of getting burnt out

3. supplements + caffeine

bee pollen supplement, vitamin c and collagen are the ones i take daily. aside from energy boost, as someone who hates being sick and doesn't like taking meds, i should keep myself healthy. i think caffeine, coffee speaks for itself for a 12 hr class haha

4. wednesday no-sleep

as much as possible i dont like doing this because not only is it a bad practice but since my wednesday schedule is 7:30am to 7:30pm and i have 4 major subjects on thursday, i need to sacrifice sleep to read through and study for those subjects especially during pre-exam week and exam weeks.

5. study buddies~ (+fun break times)

my group of friends from senior year has been a big help with this, we go on discord almost everyday and even though we are all from different majors (respiratory therapy, physical therapy, nursing, medical technology, architecture, marketing) we like hanging out on dc to study together for accountability and additional fun for studying :) we also have break schedules like wordle time at 12 mn where we all drop what we're doing (unless its very important) and go on wordle.

6. n a p s

this speaks for itself + i mentioned lots of times i love naps, sleeping in general since i was a kid. please make sure you take naps whenever you can, even a quick 15- to 20-minute nap could be an instant energy charger + it's also a break for our brain, to enhance memory and performance.

7. time management/prioritize

hmm another thing i'm still really working on, but since my gap year i like making to-do lists the night before and now i would make a list of things i need to do and highlight them in different colors for those i need to accomplish within the week and on another sheet of paper i would write down 3-5 tasks to get done within the day. +

8. not skipping meals

i used to not like eating breakfast but i've been practicing to do so recently because it's a necessity and since i worked out, i need to recharge or else i would fall asleep during morning class and even just a simple oatmeal is a big help with concentration (+ to avoid diabetes since both of our parent's family have a big history with diabetes mellitus, type 2) and i think there's a lot of people the same as me that when i really focus on something there's that tendency to put aside meals and eat once i get done and it's not a healthy thing to do especially since working/studying requires a lot of brain energy + energy in general, which we get from eating meals on time to avoid additional stressors such as stomach pain or headache from skipping/missing meal time. that being said, let's also eat healthily

9. cold shower before class

i swear i can never focus if i don't shower with cold water in the morning, especially with these kinds of schedule. it really wakes me up and theres a lot of benefits to showering with cold water (+ i live in a tropical country, it helps lessen me being irritable with the heat especially this summer time, specifically from 9-12nn, then i would shower again before lunch time gets done because it's also really hot at 1 to 4pm)

10. stretching

12 hours of class sounds bad but continuously sitting down for 12+ hours with pre-class and post-class study sessions is BAD. i can't begin to imagine how painful my neck, back and glutes would be if i don't move around every after 2 hours or whenever i can. im actually requesting to my mom if we could have a bar height table when we move so i could study/attend class with the option to just stand whenever i want to.

11. don't forget to wind down

personally i love going on a bike ride and walk around our village with the intention to just breathe in some air and do some sight-seeing, relax to wind down. sometimes i would do those to work out or do other exercises to sweat out the day's stress. other than those, sleep, read, watch, browse through my coloring books and do some coloring are other ways i like to wind down. another important note to not go to bed with a headache and/or get burnt out easily.

12. last but not the least, HYDRATE

water, water, water. sometimes i infuse my water with cucumber or lemon but usually it's just ice cold water in my 750mL flask and i would drink every now and then, especially when i can't focus/feel sleepy and refill at lunch, mid-afternoon and dinner. i also like drinking cold water as soon as i wake up and it's just really a necessity.

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solena2 · 2 years

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Saw a post about which books the batfam would read that was Wrong so I’m throwing my hat into the ring

So first, Bruce. Bruce has No Life aside from the whole “pretending to be an entirely different person in public” thing, and as such he reads precisely three things. 1: shitty romance novels. He says it’s because they’re the kind of thing his persona would read so he needs to be able to talk about them if asked but he secretly likes them. 2: anything nonfiction. Put literally any nonfiction book in front of him and he will have finished it within an hour, regardless of length. 3: Agatha Christie. He’s read all of her books multiple times and got all of his kids into her work as well.

Next is Dick. Dick doesn’t read much, because this man has absolutely no free time ever. Like, day job as a cop, night job as a vigilante, and a social life? He doesn’t sleep and he definitely doesn’t have hobbies. He does really like comics though. He owns pretty much every Calvin and Hobbes collection ever published, along with a respectable amount of Foxtrot and some Dilbert stuff he regretted buying after doing some research into the author. He also has a semi-secret pulp fiction addiction, especially the weird horror thinkpiece ones that you always regret reading when you try to sleep.

Jason, unlike Dick, reads constantly. He loves books, he is a massive literature nerd. Since he lives on his own, he gets a lot more alone time than the others, and he spends most of it reading. Jane Austen is his favorite, but he also likes other romance novels of that era more than he’ll readily admit. He also loves Frankenstein, partially because he projects on the monster and partially because he finds the fact that Mary Shelley started writing it in order to avoid having to talk to Oscar Wilde hilarious. He mostly reads classics, but he’s got a soft spot for more recent coming of age stories. He read The Girl Who Could Fly when he was like 12 and it’s stuck with him since.

Barbara really likes sci-fi/fantasy novels with heavy worldbuilding and intricate plotlines. Any time she hears about a series that’s five books in and still hasn’t fully revealed the main plot, her eyes go wide because she knows what she’s doing until 3 AM that night. Because of this, she’s also recently gotten into plot heavy isekai series, though she slightly regrets it due to how exhausting all the harem bullshit can get in a lot of them. She can’t read any book with hacking in it because the inaccuracies kill her inside. She also loved The Martian, but like, who in the batfam wouldn’t, honestly.

Tim, being a heathen, Doesn’t Read. He’ll pick up a book on something if it’s the only way to get the information, but he mostly engages with media by watching video essays and/or reading the sparknotes. He just doesn’t focus well on books. If Jason every successfully bullies him into giving audiobooks a chance, though, he’ll probably get into them a lot more, since it’s just the format he has trouble with.

Steph is one of those people who specifically seeks out terribly written stories because she thinks they’re hilarious. The worse a book is, the more she loves it. She mostly goes for bad YA dystopia novels, since they’re easy to find, but anything that manages to be so bad it’s good is up her alley. She also reads vigilante rpf, mostly because of the faces people make when she forces them to read fanfiction of themselves. Wattpad is her favorite site in the whole world.

Cass has trouble with reading, on account of her whole Thing, so when she wants to read something she’ll bully someone else into reading it to her. She likes fantasy novels, with a noticeable trend toward anything remotely similar in vibe to The Last Unicorn. Jason introduced her to The Chronicles of Narnia and she loved it.

Damian reads horse girl books. He pretends it’s because he’s mocking the “infantile characters” and “plebeian obsession with friendship” but everyone knows the real reason is that he’s pissed he didn’t grow up in a time when riding a horse everywhere was practical. He’s also read just about everything by Tamora Pierce or Anne Mccaffrey, though he won’t admit to it because he’s ashamed of genuinely enjoying stories with predominate messages of love, hope, and caring for each other. Recently he’s gotten into Diane Duane’s Young Wizards series and he’s completely addicted.

Alfred, if asked, will profess that he’s read every butler’s handbook every created. This is probably true, but his real interest lies in bodice rippers. No one knows this except for Bruce, who found one of his stashes on accident when he was 9 and almost ending up reading some extremely steamy porn before Alfred caught him and moved his secret cache off the property.

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lothedon · 1 year

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Hiatus Thoughts Part 1

1. Go see a doctor. Preferably a black female doctor but go see a doctor. I recommend Dr. Sabrina Williams.

2. I’m finally getting help with my ADD. 🥂 Here’s to better focus.

3. “Anniversary Reaction” is a real thing. Mentally you may think you’re past it but your body has its own memory.

4. At this big old age, I still hate needles. POKE-ahontas got my blood work done as SOON as I sat down. Barely a connection or nothing, Jeezus. She was smooth with it too. Quick & no pain. Great work POKE-ianna. Just sweet talk me a little before you put it in, aight!? 🤝

5. Ear worm: Thotianna Cardi B & YG remix

6. I LOVE BEING AN AUNTIE!!!!!

7. I want Indy to stop going viral for the WRONG reasons. WE make the wrong shit go viral.

8. The Last of Us is FINALLY a movie! 🙌🏽

9. I want to lose 14 pounds before Pardi Gras Ball.

10. My favorites songs from Drake’s “Honestly Never mind” are ‘Jimmy Crooks’ & ‘Calling My Name’. There were other good ones but those are my “go-tos”.

11. Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris (Diplo + Grand Theft Auto Remix)

12. I need workout gloves.

13. Back work outs are my favorite! I want a sexy back 😜

14. Making sure my nieces & great nieces hear Destiny’s Child’s “Writing On The Wall” is imperative. My nephew needs to hear it cause he’s a natural musician.

15. I need to attend some theater plays.

16. Venus in Pisces requires us to spend more time recognizing our emotions, enforcing boundaries, & receiving love. 🥰

17. One thing I loved about myself in my early 20’s is that I marched to the beat of my own drum music wise. On a regular, I didn’t listen to what’s popular with those around me. You’re guaranteed to hear something new.

18. My goal is decorate my room & bathroom to be like an expensive hotel & spa.

19. I need a full time job that I love.

20. This book about boundaries is bomb. The beginning of chapter 5 lets me know a conservative white man is writing it though 😒.

21. Focalin got my hunger suppressed like a mug! No more random snacking.

22. 👉🏽Results are always in the work we avoid.

23. Twerking over Squats. I’m working these thighs at all the parties/events I attend. I need to be twerking for at least a good HOUR!

24. 👉🏽Success is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.

25. IM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK ON MY THYROID MEDS!!!

26. This tetanus shot is IRRITATING! 😣

27. I’m contemplating going back short & blonde 😩

28. Ain’t nobody engaged with me or reach out since I deleted the app. Ain’t no point in me having the app anymore. I put too much effort into engaging with folks for them to not want to engage with me. Time to become more exclusive.

29. Eargasm: Broken Clocks - Sza

30. Marc Jacobs need to come out with mini backpacks 😒

31. Progress. My legs are not shaking while skating.

32. Adding skating to my workout regime.

33. Feminine & Flirty.

34. Playing video games until 3am is a lot 😫

35. WHY IS MINECRAFT SO BORING???

36. Everybody needs to get back on Tumblr

37. Hopped on FB for a zip, did a quick scroll, & remembered why I need to keep the app deleted. Smh Too Much.

38. I’m about to just get a regular degular job somewhere. I’m tired of the emotional roller coaster with these jobs.

39. Sit ups/Crunches in variations REALLY makes a difference in one week with your normal work out. 🤯

40. I’m not even vegan but Tabitha is about to get all my coins.

41. I really miss the EDM & Hip Hop days.

42. I can’t date a man that doesn’t prioritize his sleep. You don’t care about your health at all.

43. Before I get back active on FB I need to unfollow a BUNCH of folks for various reason. The only way I’ll be happy online is if I see stuff that makes me happy.

44. 👉🏽Anger lets us know our boundaries have been violated.

45. The Lat Pulldowns gonna slim this waist. 😜

46. I want y’all to stop walking up on peoples cars unless you asking for help because it’s an emergency.

47. Stop paying non-existent debts with folks & do what’s best for you!

48. So y’all going to Target in robes and house shoes????

49. 👉🏽 Sometimes the answer is in the process. - Megan Brooks

50. 👉🏽 Proof of desire is in the pursuit. - Megan Brooks

51. I know Vasa is all the rave but what I do love about Planet fitness is that when I go, it ain’t packed.

52. NOT EMILY IN PARIS CALLED INDIANAPOLIS BORING????😫😂

53. Emily In Paris makes me want to move to another city SO BAD! Or at least travel & stay for a week 😭

54. Got my STD/STI/HIV test results back & they were all negative/non-reactive. 🎉🙌🏽🤩

55. Emily in Paris IS the “Sex In The City” -ish show I needed.

56. If I can get my vitamin D levels elevated in normal range I can lose weight, get rid of my asthma, calm my allergies, & have better focus. 🙌🏽🤩

57. I’m really gonna lose this weight & get the breast reduction. I want to go down to a C cup.

58. Before I die, I have to see Paris, France.

59. Who is this fine caramel man in Emily In Paris???😍

60. 2023 = Overdressed, Mix Match Print, Polished, Out The Box, Head Turning, Main Character, Neutrals & Pop Of Color/Colorful

61. For every sandal/heel purchase I must buy a tennis shoe. Build your sneaker collection.

62. Black, Brown, Purple, Cobalt Blue, Green, Orange, Dusty Pink, White, Navy, Yellow, Red (order in that order). For every black version order the color version. For every color version order black.

63. The Husband & Wife of Mielle Organics are still the CEO & COO of the company. They have NOT stepped away from the brand.

64. Can someone bring Fabulous back to Indy? He’s my favorite toxic.

65. This year I’m twerking to Back That Thang Up Juve every time I hear it.

66. Emily In Paris gives me “Sex In The City” + “Devil Wears Prada”.

67. I’ll never forget how “Go DJ” by Cash Money Records had y’all in a chokehold in middle school.

68. If Erykah Badu had “punk” or “goth” baby it would be Rico Nasty.

69. I wonder if the offspring of Vietnam veterans that were effect by Agent Orange are the ones who also have ADHD & Autism as well. (Of course not all people with ADHD & Autism)

70. Done is good. Good is extra. Completion over Perfection! For people with ADHD it’s better to half ass it & get it done versus never starting due to procrastination/fear of not doing it perfect!

71. If you want to see some black father & son content, watch 2Chainz & his some on YouTube as well as another black father & son duo called Daddy Seed. I’m here for the black father & son content.

72. I also love the black man luxury self care content too.

73. I’m learning to not be afraid to ask the “stupid” questions. And to ask people to be patient with me.

74. Yagi World is giving me Baby Phat track suit popularity trend in the early 2000s.

75. Not being apart of anything going on with the NBA ALL STAR 2024 makes me feel like I’m not enough or haven’t done enough. Personally, I’ve been feeling both simultaneously for years & I think I’ve had enough. Im ready to let it all go & pivot to the nothing related to marketing, PR, communications, ……nothing. Im 31 going on 32. I’ve been working in this since I was in college around the age of 21. Altogether 10 years. I have nothing to show for & no more doors are opening. It’s just not in me or for me anymore. I quit.

76. I hope to be out of town All Star Weekend. I don’t even want to be in the city. Hell I hope to have moved out the city.

77. I think I’ve been fighting depression and it’s caught me.

78. Mental Healness on Tik Tok is a great guy. It’s refreshing to see a black male open up about his mental illness to help others. He is a diagnosed narcissist & has so many men & women in his comments who has narcissism that are getting help because of him.

79. Values over goals. Ex:. Instead of “I will work out 3-5x a week.” You will say “I value movement. I value being pain free in basic tasks such as walking. I value energy. I value an able body.”

80. I want to go on a cruise for NYE 2024.

81. Prostate cancer is on the rise due to low testing. Fellas start getting tested as early as 40.

82. Beyoncé - “Church Girl” should be played more often.

83. It takes one day to get married but a lifetime to stay married.

84. I got all y’all looking at my story to see this light chick with the big butt. With the amount of attention y’all ran to my story with, I don’t want to hear y’all say anything about chicks who get BBLS, wear make up, &/or brighten their skin. YALL LIKE THAT VISUAL! 🤷🏽‍♀️

85. I’m unfriending a lot of men when I get back on Facebook. If we not family, genuine friends, you’re not inspiring me, we not hunching, or making money together….then I don’t see the point of remaining Facebook friends.

86. I may be single but I ain’t out here physically fighting a significant other. 🙌🏽

87. Everyone should watch “Bao” & “Red panda” 🥹

88. I LOVE BEING AN AUNTIE!🥰

89. Stop having relationship conversations with people you’d never consider dating or that are not on the same wave length as you. You’re wasting your energy.

90. I feel some type of way about the “hot Cheetos girl” trend in Tik Tok.

91. RIP Grandma Holla 🙏🏾

92. Teaching kids to set boundaries, how to respect other people’s boundaries, & supporting them while they are practicing is important. It is also important for them to watch YOU set boundaries, respect other people’s boundaries, & see you receive support from your tribe.

93. “It’s clear that I’m not feeling you & you not feeling me. On the G, what comes after A? Just let that let that Nigga B.” - Freaky T

94. Sunday is not a rest day from the gym or from moving the body.

95. Go watch “Shadow In The Cloud” on Hulu.

96. I got new bras! 🎉

97. If they make you anxious when they’re around then they don’t need to be around. Id have to say that is one time I realize my anxiety was actually the way my body is telling me something is wrong.

98. 🔑 “Sometimes your point is in your silence.” - Megan Brooks

99. “High value but no core values.” 🚫👎🏽

100. “Drake wants a Ayesha Curry but is Drake a Steph Curry!?” - KnoForSure Podcasts

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nameless-brand · 9 months

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...It's almost 12:00 pm. I think I slept for more than 16 hours in a 24 hour period. Haven't done that in nearly forever.

Would've gone on for longer if Chi hadn't gotten worried about how long I've been sleeping.

Maybe these are my dog days of summer.

Honestly, being a dog gal hasn't really changed my routine beyond enabling my laziness and me getting pickier with my foods cause of my dog physiology.

Avoiding onions, garlic, grapes, avocado. Even chocolate - and I love chocolate.

Hmm. Strange. I could swear I remember someone else with those pref-.

Oh.

I feel like I've just solved a mystery from long ago.

#posting || ic

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silverjetsystm · 2 years

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Marc:

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: Sweat, gun oil, leather. Occasionally, alcohol and cigarettes.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( POSITION, SCHEDULE, ETC. ): On his back, like he’s a corpse. When it’s just him and being Moon/Mr. Knight, he sleeps during the day so he can dedicate his whole life to the night. Likes hard mattresses and minimal blankets/pillows. With Layla, he sleeps with her on top of him. Soothed by her presence. The pressure, and warmth, and scent of her body, her hair (though it gets in his face).

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: Previously, Marc was very into punk, metal, and hard rock. With the role those genres (particularly hard rock and metal) played in the War on Terror and Marc’s mercenary days, he prefers to listen to folk, goth, and sea shanties.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND GETTING READY IN THE MORNING: As little as possible. Get up, do the minimum, roll out. Sometimes, he sleeps in the Mr. Knight suit or wears the mask to avoid looking at himself.

FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT: He loved collecting comics as a kid. Batman, Ragman (1991-1994), The Sandman and baseball cards. Now he collects weapons from around the world but particularly Egyptian in nature.

LEFT OR RIGHT-HANDED: Right but he is trained to use his left hand.

FAVORITE SPORT(S): Playing - solo sports like boxing, running, martial arts. Watching - baseball, and occasionally football, basketball, soccer.

FAVORITE TOURIST-Y THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING: See the sites. Wander around.

FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER: Cool, overcast days.

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE: Going back to his mercenary-like or most brutal days. Violence for the sake of violence. Losing or driving away people he loves.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: Target shooting.

Steven:

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: Clean laundry. Mint and eucalyptus soap/body wash. If he wears any cologne, it will be sandalwood. Not overpowering. Old books if he’s been in the stacks for too long.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( POSITION, SCHEDULE, ETC. ): Rolls around. Sleeps on his back but ends up on his side. Likes his duvet and a weighted blanket. Lots of blankets. Will either hold Layla while she sleeps on his chest or be the big spoon. Doesn’t get as much sleep as he should. Insomniac but when he crashes, he can sleep for 12 hours straight.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: Weird sampling of the top 100 hits from around the world. Whatever’s on the radio or playlist.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND GETTING READY IN THE MORNING: Usually is up early enough to have a leisurely routine. Read the news or some articles. Go for a walk. Long shower and grab breakfast on the way out.

FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT: Books! Notebooks. Fancy inks. Photographs and postcards.

LEFT OR RIGHT-HANDED: Right-handed.

FAVORITE SPORT(S): Soccer and cricket.

FAVORITE TOURIST-Y THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING: Besides seeing the local landmarks, he loves visiting bookshops, markets, and museums. Gets a postcard and sends it home. Takes lots of pictures.

FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER: Also cooler, overcast days. Though isn’t a total ‘ugh, the sun’ like Marc.

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE: Forgetting everything again. That he’s not enough. Either emotionally or holding up ‘his’ part of the role. He’s honestly the one with the most willpower and will bite back but it’s still an insecurity.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: Trivia! Puzzles. Claw machine.

Jake:

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: The City. Sweat, his cab, the air outside. Cigarettes, grease, and coffee.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( POSITION, SCHEDULE, ETC. ): On his side, facing the door. Likes curling up with Layla. Thinks the mattress should be softer.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: Has catered playlists for whoever comes into the cab. oh, you mean him? Latin, Sephardi, pop, hip hop. Eclectic to say the least.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND GETTING READY IN THE MORNING: If he’s working nights, he rolls out of bed around noon to leisurely get ready. Cooks, does the crossword, showers. Spends time with Layla. Rolls out at 4:30 in the PM. Works until dawn. Drops by Gena’s for breakfast-dinner for the latest from her, her boys, and Crawley. Then goes home.

FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT: Cards (playing and keeps ahold of Marc’s baseball ones).

LEFT OR RIGHT-HANDED: Right-handed

FAVORITE SPORT(S): Baseball, soccer, boxing

FAVORITE TOURIST-Y THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING: Trying the food! Talking to people over food or a game!

FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER: Warm spring days or nights. He likes working nights but enjoys seeing the sun.

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE: Marc projecting all of Marc’s faults and fears on Jake. Jake calls him out on it. Not being there to shield the System or their loved ones from whatever bullshit is happening.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: Pinball

stolen from: @griim

#headcanons #we are mk | system

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dorefasolsido · 4 months

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35.

Habits

Do you tend to speed when you drive?

Not normally. I've learned my lesson with two speeding tickets (I overstepped the limit by just a bit) and I'm not giving my money to this country or any related institutions more than I have to.

Do you smoke cigarettes?

Nope. I tried one once just to see how it is and I hated it. Never felt the peer pressure either since most of my friends don't smoke.

Does your temper flare a lot?

No, when that happens you know it's serious since I really am super phlegmatic.

Do you get emotional easily?

Again, not too easily. I mean, I think I'm a fairly sensitive person deep inside, but there's no way in hell I'm letting other people see that side of me unless they are really close to me. And even then.

Do you get obnoxious when you're drunk?

I don't think so. I've never been 100% drunk, so I can't honestly say, but I think I'm kinda the same as I normally am, only more relaxed and fun. Like, I'm way less in my head and care much less about what other people might think about me, so I can talk more openly.

Which shoe goes on first?

I think I do the right first.

Are you lazy?

I probably am. Tbh, I'm a weird mixture of a workaholic and couch potato. I don't know how it works, but yes, I can procrastinate forever but I can also work 12+ hours when deadlines approach. And I hated those two weeks I was basically jobless this summer. Although at the same time, I love taking days off.

Name one thing you do that people always tell you about.

Mmm, nothing specific comes to mind right now.

Are you superstitious?

So listen, I'm not really superstitious, but I like my lucky charms and I find such things generally interesting. I think they're a fun part of the culture.

Do you get bored with relationships quickly?

Well no, but I also struggle with my avoidant personality very much.

Can you sleep without blankets covering you?

Normally not, it's just comfier to have at least something covering you.

What position do you sleep in?

On the side (well, more like half stomach) without a pillow.

What do you do when you're angry?

Well, I usually go quiet and talk very little to others, especially those that pissed me off.

What do you do when you're sad?

Depends, if I'm alone then I just snuggle up in my blanket on the floor and watch videos or shows I find comforting. And preferably eat some chocolate.

Who do you call when you have a bad day?

I don't, I prefer to be alone then.

YOUR ABC'S

A - is for the last person that made you ANGRY.

My friend for not responding to a text for days. I'm not very demanding when it comes to texting, but geez, at least once in a day would be nice.

B - is for BEER you prefer.

I don't have a preference, beer is kinda gross. I still drink it sometimes because it's the easiest to order, but yeah.

C - is for do you have a CAT?

Yeees.

D - is for can you DANCE?

Lol, I don't know if I can but I love to.

E - is for do you have your EARS pierced?

I do, several times.

F - is for your best FRIEND.

Sam.

G - is for did you ever watch GUTS on Nickelodeon?

I've never even heard of it. But I didn't actually have Nickelodeon growing up.

H - is for the last person who HUGGED you?

I honestly have no clue who it was. I don't get many hugs, if that hasn't been clear lol

I - is for close your eyes.. what IMAGE do you see?

Like those weird star thingies you see when you close your eyes. And red blackness.

J - is for have you ever been to JAIL?

Nope.

K - is for when is the last time you flew a KITE?

I don't think I ever did.

L - is for the LOVE of your life.

Well if we don't count Park Jimin... which we don't because he doesn't know I exist, then no one.

M - is for the last piece of MAIL you got.

Probably some bills. I should check my post office though, I ordered something that should probably have arrived by now.

N - is for do you remember NERF guns?

I do.

O - is for do you OWN a car?

I don't yet, but my parents will soon give me and my sister their old car since they got a new one. So I technically will own one.

P - is for your favorite PASTTIME.

Doing surveys, reading, watching stuff on YT or wherever, scrolling through apps, etc.

Q - is for do you like peace & QUIET?

I definitely do. But I also like chaos.

R - is for do you like the color RED?

I'm okay with it.

S - is for how many hours of SLEEP you need to function?

My phone actually tracks that now, it turns out I get like 5.30h on average almost every day. And I feel totally fine with that, but I probably shouldn't.

T - is for what TIME is it?

1:19 PM

U - is for what is UNDER your bed?

Nothing, I think. I hope.

V - is for what you did last VALENTINE'S day.

Nothing, Valentine's is nothing special for me.

W - is for do you drink a lot of WATER?

Not as much as I should, though I've increased the intake a bit.

X - is for have you ever had an X-RAY?

When I was little yes, and also one for my wisdom tooth.

Y - is for the last person you YELLED at.

I actually have no clue. It's extremely rare that I yell at someone.

Z - is for have you ever watched ZORRO?

Nope.

RANDOM

Who do you wish you could hang out with right now?

Tbh no one right now. I haven't seen anyone aside from my sister for almost a week, but I don't really mind. I'm honestly just tired of always pushing for plans and waiting for people to answer messages and then them suddenly cancelling plans and so on and so on. So I decided not to bother this weekend and I just stayed at home.

Name one thing you absolutely can not stand.

Andrew Tate fans.

Where do you spend most of your time?

In my room, probably.

If you could fly, where would you go first?

Japan.

What was the best vacation you've ever been on?

Thassos in 2007, such fun times.

Have you ever hit a squirrel when you were driving?

No, and I hope I never do.

Did your car ever break down?

One time I think something was with its battery while I was driving, but we resolved that.

What's your favorite thing to do on the weekend?

Hang out with my friends, which is why they piss me off so much with their constant indecisiveness and inability to get to their damn phones and answer. Actually, I know they are on their phones, which only makes it worse.

What radio station do you listen to most often?

I don't normally listen to the radio unless I'm in the car.

Pick one: Papa John's, Dominoes, or Pizza Hut.

I've never tried any of these.

What is the longest amount of time you've been awake?

Like hours? Idk, less than 48, more than 24.

What would you do if you found out the world was ending in one week?

Lol I don't know. I guess I'd follow the development on social media or something. Also, I'd just quit all of my jobs and do nothing all day.

Do scary movies make you paranoid when you watch them alone?

No, or at least not seriously paranoid. A little bit, yeah, but that's exactly the charm.

Name one thing you've lied about recently.

I'm not sure, it was probably something really small and silly. But I always lie about the smallest things because it's more convenient or because I don't want the other person to feel bad or whatever. Like, for example, if I make plans to meet with someone and wait for a long time, when they ask me how long I've waited, I just say 5-10 minutes.

What is the worst movie you've ever seen?

I don't know, because some movies are so bad they are good. I'm trying to think of one that really pissed me off, but nothing comes to mind right now.

Who was the first person to ever give you flowers?

Not sure about the first person, but one friend gave me a sunflower for my birthday which was super cute but I made it super awkward and I still hate myself for it lol. Tom, I'm sorry, man.

#personal #surveys

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anonymouslunatic · 8 months

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Today, I’m mad at my mother

Or more specifically, this evening, I suppose.

TW: Abuse, animal cruelty, SA.

It’s currently 4:17am, and I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because sometimes, I have fake arguments in my head with certain people, and they last for hours. It’s not the kind of self-righteous ‘I wish I’d said that in the heat of the moment’ scenes you play out, where you triumphantly tell the rude customer in front of you at the coffee shop exactly why their shitty haircut is a direct cause of their terrible attitude, and walk away satisfied though a crowd of adoring fans. No, these arguments are visceral and painful and most of the time, they don’t even argue back. I just scream at them until I tire myself out and I’ve said all the words I can say so many times that I can’t say anything more.

Honestly it’s a paradox I’ll never figure out that this, in itself, is so exhausting, yet causes me to lose so many hours of sleep anyway. I’ll tell you about it, but first I have a lot of back story to get through.

Let me set the scene. I haven’t actually spoken to my mother since Christmas, and I’m really trying my best to avoid doing so for the rest of the year too. Recently she’s noticed, and she’s started trying to look good in front of anyone else who may also have noticed. It’s what you’d expect, a sudden interest in my life that was not present before, but only publicly on social media, and for the benefit of my family members that she does respect. I imagine that soon enough, this may lead to an actual conversation about why I’ve been ignoring her, probably via my poor Dad, who is usually the messenger of these types of questions because god forbid she poke the bear that is her ruffian thug of a daughter herself.

In my dreamy squabble, I’d love to tell my mother that I’ve been avoiding her for years, she just hadn’t noticed until I cut contact completely. I say I’d love to tell her, but I don’t mean that. I dread ever having to tell her. No matter how much I feel the need to be heard, I feel the need to not hurt others, no matter who they are, more. That’s why I’m telling you, my imaginary online therapist that lives in this blog.

I decided to cut my losses with her when I tried to come home, five years ago. I tried to come home because I’d finally come to the realisation that I was in an extremely abusive relationship. As is the nature of mental abuse and gaslighting, the realisation alone had taken me 3 years. One day I had decided that enough was enough and decided I had to leave, I hadn’t leaned on my parents or asked for help for a very long time as I’d known full well that it was a futile endeavour from age 12. But I was desperate, so home I went.

I was pleasantly surprised to find my Dad home alone when I arrived. I love my dad very much, but I think he’s a fairly troubled man. Despite loving him, I know very little about him. He’s a man of few words and has an extremely gentle disposition. I know he loves me and cares for me, but I think I’ve seen enough of my parents relationship from the outside to know that by my mothers standards, that’s not really allowed, so he’s pretty reserved with his affection for me. That’s fine, I understand. He’s let it slip enough times in my life to know it’s there and how deep it is, and I’m okay with that. We’re not really a talking family, we don’t talk about problems or mental health or anything really, but I just couldn’t help it. I told him all of the Father-appropriate parts of the story that I could, I told him that I’d had to be medicated for my mental slips due to the constant gaslighting. I told him I had struggled with panic attacks and anxiety on a daily basis and that in my mind, I was so scrambled all the time that I had to ask for constant outsider assurance that even the simplest of my own thoughts were true and correct. It was honestly a bit of a shock when my dad listened intently for hours, asked questions and really engaged with the whole thing, we’d never had a conversation like that before. It was actually pretty nice.

I’d also told my dad that my partner had been hurting my dog. At the time, my dog, let’s call him B for the sake of anonymity, was two years old. My partner had adopted him as a puppy, against my wishes, but the moment I actually met him, B was mine. We were totally inseparable at home, B was the only thing keeping me going if I really think back on it. I was so unbelievably bonded to this dog I’ve never experienced anything like it. You know when people say when you have a baby, and you hold them for the first time, your whole point of being shifts to them? I think it was the trauma, but that’s how I felt about B. Now what I’m about to say, with that in mind, may seem a little contradictory. But have you ever been brainwashed? It’s a bit like being partially blind. My partner at the time was unemployed, and while I was working, I’d left him in charge of taking care of, and most importantly, training B. What really sent me over the edge in the end was finding out that he had been locking B in a cage all day, whilst he was at home with him, and leaving him in his own mess, only bringing him out to kick him in the ribs to punish him for creating the mess. I know this to be true because he simply admitted it to me, with not much prodding at that point really. He knew I’d let it go, like I let everything go. But this was B that was in trouble, not me. So that’s the straw that broke the camels back. Initially I enrolled him into a daycare every single day I was at work, so he wouldn’t be alone with my partner. I took him to the vets to have him checked over for any trauma, mental or physical. He was in great health by the way. Everybody at the surgery complimented me on his gentle nature and good behaviour for such a big dog. They told me he was well fed and exercised with a shiny coat and a happy disposition, up to date on all of his medications. Clearly well bonded with me and socialised well with other dogs. My good boy. So let’s return to my parents sitting room shall we?

I asked my Dad to come home for a while, he looked hurt that I felt the need to ask. I explained to him that B has to come too. He’s the most important thing in my life and I can’t leave him there. My dad, again, looked hurt that I would think he would have it any other way. Of course B is welcome too. So together, we approached my Mother. My Dad stuck up for me and helped me explain the whole story, and after some initial umm-ing and ahh-ing in that particularly patronising ‘you’re a terrible inconvenience, but I’ll consider it’ kind of way, she agreed. To me and B.

Now here’s where I would start my make believe argument, yes I know we’re finally getting to the good bit. Here’s what I’d say to my Mother, in response to me asking why I’m ignoring her.

I don’t want to talk to you, because I tried to escape an abusive relationship and you sent me back. You told me that it really was a shame that I couldn’t look after B, and that I’m going to have to re-home him with people who will actually take care of him, send him back alone, or go with him. (You’ll have noticed previously that I can, and would do anything to look after him appropriately. Especially knowing what I knew. That’s why I was trying to get him out of that house in the first place.)

I don’t want to talk to you, because you left me with no choice. You sent me home to a man who is hurting us both. No, he’s never hit me, but he’s done so much worse.

You sent me home to a man who, at family gatherings, would whisper in my ear that they all hated me and that all I was doing was embarrassing myself. He would do this until I ended up in hysterics, crying alone in the bathroom.

You sent me home to a man who staged an armed robbery into our house whilst I was at work and slashed our sofa with a knife, because he thought it inappropriate that a male client I knew well was giving me a ride home. I came home to the police testing my house that night for fingerprints and B cowering in a corner whilst his 4 year old child had apparently managed to sleep through the whole ordeal. Everything we owned had been ripped out of drawers and off walls onto the floor, everything, except things that were valuable to him conveniently, was destroyed. He’d told me 3 men had come into the house looking for money and held him and B hostage, at knife point, for hours. All because he’d left the door unlocked for me and I’d come home late. He was lying. The police didn’t find a thing and for months, he held it over my head as my fault, making up fake police dealings and pretending to take phone calls from detectives. He even planted weapons for me to find around the debris. Brand new, with labels on, in plain sight where I definitely would have noticed them, had they been there the whole time.

You sent me home to a man who sold anything I owned of monetary value to pawn shops to buy himself nice clothes to go out in. He once told me B had eaten an entire laptop when he was a puppy. Chord and all.

You sent me home to a man who was so disgusted with me for having a male friend, that he assaulted me whilst I was drunk with foreign objects. I’ve never seen so much hate in a man’s eyes whilst he held me down by the throat.

You sent me home to a man who couldn’t bare the fact that I was stopping him from stealing my money to a point that he killed the animals I’d entrusted with it just to get to it. I’d realised he was stealing cash from my savings, he’s tried to blame it on his kid, saying he was stealing it for his mother who needed money, but I think I knew that wasn’t true. He would gaslight me into thinking I’d miscounted every day I put more money in, even though sometimes there was up to a hundred missing in one go. I started hiding it in the back of my snake tanks to keep it safe, he was nervous around them so I’d thought he wouldn’t want to put his hand in to retrieve it. That’s not really a problem for someone who has it in them to simply murder the animals when left alone with them for a few days to get to it. In fact, I think he turned off their heat and left them in a room with an open window in the middle of November. I think he froze them to death, and showed nothing but fake sympathy while he watched me bury them with tears in my eyes when I returned. I don’t know if you know this, mother, but snakes are incredibly hardy pets, they don’t often fall ill with anything serious, and with improper care still take an incredibly long time to pass, in comparison to other animals. I’ll never know what he did for certain, but my happy, healthy snakes didn’t survive one long weekend with him for the sake of £400. Thank goodness B wasn’t there.

You sent me home to a man who repeatedly gave me Chlamydia throughout the duration of our relationship, and watched me sit through months of agony thinking I had a UTI, because why would I possibly have an STD? I’m in a long term, monogamous relationship, aren’t I? When I was finally treated for it after months of suffering, he told me it was me that brought it into the relationship, because I had been a ‘filthy slut’ before him, and sometimes, Google says, it can lay dormant and reappear at inconvenient times. Like two years later.

Im upset with you, mother, because you sent me home to a man who forged my signature, and all of my details, to be a guarantor for loans that put me thousands of pounds in debt, that I knew if I left him, he would stop paying back himself, leaving me with the responsibility for years to come.

You sent me home to a man who said it was unfair on him that I should buy myself nice things. Therefore I wasn’t allowed. Seeing parcels arrive in the post for me was bad for his mental health.

Speaking of his mental health, mother, this is a man who went to the doctors to get out of work because he didn’t have childcare for his son, and faked depression. When he came home, he propped up leaflets about suicide prevention all around the house like Christmas cards. He displayed them on the mantle, and fanned them out on the coffee table like fancy brochures at show homes. He suggested I carve the crisis hotline phone number into the wall above my bed, because sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and seeing me next to him makes him want to kill himself, so I should be able to access the number easily. A man who, in front of his now 6 year old child, related the same information to his own mother over the phone, in very simple and plain English, Daddy might kill himself, was the bed time story the child got whilst sitting in his fathers lap that night.

This is a man who every time I caught him cheating, told me when I left the house to calm down, that I was too busy ‘dick-hunting’ and that our house wasn’t mine. It was his family home for him and his child and I was not welcome there until I was willing to drop it. Otherwise I’d have nowhere to sleep. You made sure of that didn’t you mother? Once I came to you after one of these incidents, and you gave me a bottle of wine and told me to get drunk and go home and accept it.

I’m angry at you, mother, because despite all of this, and you knowing all of this throughout, it didn’t stop you getting on with him so well at family gatherings that it was borderline flirting, right in front of my face. It doesn’t stop you now from making my partner, who would would be so disgusted with himself he would rather die than do anything even mildly like any of this to me, feel completely inferior to the man that I finally managed to rid myself of. It doesn’t stop you from telling me Infront if my partner how you’ve seen my ex step-son in town recently, and oh how big he’s getting and how much of a shame it is that he isn’t around any more, it doesn’t stop you from calling my ex my only ‘serious’ relationship and criticising me, in front of my partner, for bringing home so many men (three, total) that you can’t keep up with them anymore. It doesn’t stop you still being friends with my abuser on Facebook.

In all honestly, I don’t think you can make up for this, Mum. I don’t think I ever want to speak to you again, as it stands right now. I don’t think the anger that keeps me awake at night is going to subside, with or without an apology that I know I’ll never receive for sending me back to that man. For letting me and B live with him for another year after I asked you for help for the first and last time in my adult life. For telling me I couldn’t take care of the most important thing in my life. For making me feel worthless, overdramatic, and most importantly, alone. For letting me carry on being stuck in a relationship that has taken longer in therapy to begin to recover from, than the duration of the relationship itself. For acting completely normally around him at any kind of event afterwards and loving him as part of our family despite how much he hurt me and continued to hurt me. This list isn’t even everything he’s done, Mum. You don’t know the half of it. And I know, deep down, you’ll never ask.

It’s 5:51am now, and I hope I’ll be able to sleep.

Goodnight, lots of love xoxo

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r0ck-b0tt0m · 4 years

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Can feel it getting worse and worse every day lol canny wait for the lockdown to ruin me :)

#stuff #subconcious #its getting harder #trying to keep it together #its not going well #honestly love sleeping for 12 hours a day to avoid

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deceitfuldevil · 3 years

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Truth Serum

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: While working with Tony and Bruce in the lab you accidentally drink some very experimental truth serum, leading to some unwanted confessions with your coworkers.

Warnings: use of y/n, swearing, lots of dialogue, barely proofread, etc.

Word Count: 1.7K

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You were busy working with Tony and Bruce in the lab and jokingly Tony placed his latest concoction next to your drink but you didn’t realize until it was too late and you drank Bruce’s experimental truth serum.

“Jesus Tony can you turn down that obnoxious music? I’m so sick of that stupid 70s rock music you’re always playing.”

Tony stopped what he was doing are looked over at you in shock.

“L/n, what the hell are you talking about? You told me you loved my music.”

“Well I lied, I lie to you a lot actually.” You looked up eyes blown wide with dear as you covered your mouth after saying that.

“I did NOT mean to say that.”

“Y/n… did you just take a sip of that beaker Tony so stupidly placed right next to your drink?” Bruce asked pinching the small space in between his eyebrows

You looked down as remorse filled your gut, noticing a small dribble of blue liquid slowly falling down the side of the beaker you obviously just took a drink from. Your eyes life to meet Bruce’s as you slowly nodded a small yes.

“Well, no thanks to Tony now we get to find out if my very experimental truth serum actually works.”

“TRUTH SERUM?!” You shouted, the last thing you wanted was for your team to have unrestricted access to your secrets.

“No thanks to me? Are you kidding Banner? This might be the most fun we have with Y/n all year!” Tony said with a cheeky grin

Your groaned and let your head fall onto the desk you were sitting at. “How long will this last?” You asked muffled

“Best case scenario for you? It could wear off within the next 30 minutes. Worst case scenario? You could be highly responsive and overly truthful for the two days.”

Tony broke out with a loud cackle as he got up from his desk and exited the lab “Good luck kid!”

“And theres no antidote?” You pleaded

“Sorry, but we were barely in the trial phases of creating this and we don’t try to make an antidote unless we know for sure that it works.”

“So how the hell am I supposed to deal with this in the meantime?”

“My best advice? Lock yourself away in your quarters for the next day or so to avoid saying anything unsavory to the rest of the team. Because I don’t have a doubt in my mind Tony left to go and tell the whole team about your little predicament.”

But before you could reply Sam, Rhodey, and Bucky all came running into the lab practically running over each other.

“Okay, I’ve wanted wanted to know. How do you feel really about Redwing?” Sam asked pushing Rhodey and Bucky aside.

“I think you should find a girlfriend so you stop obsessing over a high tech piece of metal.” You said with an unholy amount of sass, already sick of this treatment. Bucky burst out laughing but you sent a pissed off glare his way.

“Don’t think you’re safe either beefcake. You’re 106 years old and still can’t take a joke, not to mention that you’re forgetful as fuck. I mean who the hell just forgets that they have a vibrium arm? I’m not even going to get started on that staring problem you have that you think is so intimidating.” You snapped, shutting everyone in the room up. Before leaving you locked eyes with Rhodey.

“Oh hi Ego Machine! Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. I mean who could when you tell that story of how you dropped a tank at the generals feet every single party? I mean, BOOM were you looking to be interesting?”

After shutting every one in that room down you stormed out and locked yourself in your room. You really could tell if you had taken truth serum or just a liquid curse. You never left your room for the rest of the night, not wanting to risk dinner with the team. But you woke up around 5:30 in the morning to. Very strong feeling of hunger, and prayed no one else would be up this early as you snaked down into the kitchen. You walked past Wanda sleeping quietly on the couch as Vision floated peacefully in the corner.

“Creepy motherfucker…” you whispered as you stepped into the kitchen

“What was that you said about my husband?” Wanda said, suddenly on the other side of the counter looking at you with a tilted head. You jumped almost spilling your cereal

“Jesus Christ Wanda! A warning!” You said clutching your head with one hand and the cereal box with the other. But she only looked at you and smiled mischievously

“You can ask anything you want but you’re not allowed to be upset by the answer” you stated plaining, pouring some milk into your bowl.

“Are you talking about the truth serum you took yesterday?” Wanda asked, tilting her head at you.

“Yeah, it might not wear off for another 24 hours. Everyones been dying to find how I ‘really’ feel about them since Tony ran his big mouth and told everyone about this stupid serum I drank.”

“You do remember I can read minds, right? I always know when someone’s telling the truth or lying, I just don’t always call them on it.”

“Right.” You said quietly as you stuffed your face with cereal so you could go back to your quarters as soon as possible.

You sat alone in your room unbothered for the next few hours, until you heard a rock at your door.

“Don’t come in! Go away!” You shouted turning the page of your book assuming whoever was on the other side of your door would kindly fuck off. But as a tall man with a mop of silver hair entered your room you sighed dramatically and threw your book at him, missing spectacularly.

“I could’ve sworn I said to NOT come in.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, looking at the ever so muscular man making his way over to your bed.

“And when’s the last time I took orders from you?” Pietro said with a smile.

“You never take orders from anyone, I’m surprised you haven’t been kicked off the team yet honestly.” You spat, bitter that he wasn’t respecting your wishes to be left alone. A pit of nerves also started to grow in your stomach the closer he came to you knowing how you really felt about him, and that if he asked there’d be nothing stopping you from telling him the truth.

“Ah, you wound me dragâ.” Pietro says as he mockingly clasps his hands over his heart as if you’d shot him. You just rolled your eyes in response.

“The team tells me you’ve become somewhat of a bitch since yesterday, is that true?” He asked, sitting down at the foot of your bed.

“I’m not a bitch, Tony just tricked me into drinking some of Banner’s experimental truth serum. But you already knew that didn’t you? Either way, spoiler alert. The stupid serum works and probably won’t wear off for another 12 hours. Besides, I’m only a bitch to the team members I don’t like.” Your eyes widened realizing what you just admitted to Pietro

“I suppose that’s true, Wanda did tell me you weren’t too bad when she ran into you this morning.” Pietro said scooting up next to you in bed, normally you’d tell him to fuck off before he got too close so he would know how much you loved being in his arms but when he asked

“Is this okay?” As he stretched his arms over your shoulders pulling you into his chest

“Yeah, I love it when you hold me. Or just touch me in general, always makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.” The confession just spilled right out of your mouth, causing you to once again to clasp a hand over your lips to prevent you from saying anything else.

Pietro looked down at you with a shocked eyes but a smug smile, deciding to push his luck he asked “Then why do you always push me away and tell me to fuck off anytime I hug you?”

“Becwagh wi dwomt vhmnf to nmfh…” you said, keeping your hand over your mouth to muffle your answer. Pietro shook his head light at you as he took your hand off your lips and held it, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb

“What was that darling?” He said as he cobalt blue eyes poured into yours. It’s like he already knew how you felt but just needed to hear you say it to confirm his suspicions. Months of pinning after you, and now here was his chance. He had no other choice but to act on it. You swallowed the last bit of pride and fear held in your chest and said

“Because I don’t want you to know how I really feel about you.” The last of your walls came crashing down as you smiled gently at the handsome man before you, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as his faced inched closer to yours.

“And how do you feel about me dragosté?”

“Like you’re the only person in the world I could ever fall in love with.” That was all Pietro needed to push aside his ego hearing how you really felt about him as he leaned down and closed the gap in between the two of you pressing his soft lips to yours. Moving gently with you as his lips slotted perfectly over yours, you breathe in his musky scent as you ran your hand across his chest pulling him closer to you. Sadly it wasn’t long before you both ran out of air and had to pull away

“So how do you feel now?” Pietro asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his lovestruck face

“Like I could kiss your stupid face all day.” You said grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back in for a much more heated kiss.

The rest of your afternoon and week into the evening was spent in Pietros arms sharing soft kisses and fleeting touches. Although admittedly he was sad when the truth serum wore off and he couldn’t ask you any and everything under the sun about how you felt about him.

But you’d end up showing him how you felt in other ways later on ;)

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A/N

Ahhh here’s my 4th post that will be published while I’m away at camp! Found this little bit in my notes as well and just fleshed it out enough to post! Hope this was enjoyable!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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thatgirlforever5 · 2 years

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May I have This Dance?

Title: May I Have This Dance?

Theme: Holiday Dinner/Party (Day 12)

Fandom/Characters: AEW, Kenny Omega x Reader

Warnings: Age Gap implied, Mention of smut, but no actual smut

Word Count: 1,198

Notes: I actually did it! I survived all 12 days! I honestly didn't think I'd be able to finish this challenge, and I almost backed out before day 1 😅 But I'm so proud of myself for pushing through. So to finish off strong, here's my longest submission of this whole challenge. Thank you to everyone who read my fics, and a huge thank you to @thunderkiss86 for doing this challenge and for all the support she's given me ❤️

@12daysofchristmas @thunderkiss86

The annual AEW Christmas party was always something the roster looked forward to.

A time to let loose and have some fun before the holidays.

While the rest of The Elite were having a great time, Kenny wanted to be anywhere else.

That's what he kept telling himself, but he knew it wasn't entirely true. He did want to be at the Christmas party, he just wanted to be with one particular person so they could be enjoying the party together.

His eyes scanned the room, spotting the one who was always on his mind lately.

Y/N stood with a few of the other girls, her bright smile lighting up the room. He could hear her sweet laugh from where he stood.

She was a younger wrestler, still in the beginning of her career. For her short time in the ring, she had talent well beyond her years. She had caught the eye of Tony Khan, and was offered a contract.

At first she was just another wrestler in the company, Kenny had only ever exchanged casual pleasantries with her.

And then around her third month with the company, He had found her alone in the ring hours before the show. She had been running drills.

Kenny, being the mentor he was, stopped to give her some tips. Which then turned into a sparring session. And before either of them knew it, they were getting ready to celebrate their six month anniversary.

Kenny was very adamant about keeping their relationship secret, telling her that no one could know. He felt bad, hiding the love they had for each other, but he knew it could hurt both of their careers if anyone found out. He could tell she wasn't thrilled with the idea, but agreed to keep things quiet.

His paranoia was the reason they hadn't spoken at all the last few days leading up to the party.

-------A Few Days Earlier--------

"Hey, I know we're keeping our relationship private, but do you think we could maybe hang out together at the party? It would just be like we're friends, I don't think anyone will think anything of it" Y/N innocently asked, holding up different dress options in front of the mirror.

Kenny chuckled from where he laid on the bed, watching her dig through her luggage.

"Baby, it's not a good idea. We've never spent time together backstage, so people are going to think it's weird that we're suddenly 'friends' hanging out at a party." He shrugged.

"We've never hung out backstage because you've never let me hang out." She frowned. "You talk to all the other girls about their matches, but then avoid me at all costs. Everyone thinks you hate me or something".

"I doubt anyone thinks that." He creased his brows.

"Yesterday Nyla asked me what I did to piss you off" She gave him a pointed look.

Kenny frowned. He hadn't realized how cold he had been while trying to keep their relationship under wraps.

"I just don't want people to get any bad ideas about us being together." He sighed.

"People can think whatever they want, because we know the truth about us and that's all that matters." She shrugged, setting the dresses aside to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Fans can be brutal Y/N. They're going to trash your name and accuse you of sleeping around to get to where you are." He looked at her.

"What are they going to do? Tweet me mean things? I don't have Twitter so it won't affect me. Comment on my Instagram? It's a private account so still not an issue." She shrugged.

Kenny sighed, dragging a hand over his face, "I'm just trying to protect you."

"I don't need to be protected. They don't sign my paycheck, so who cares what they think. Anyone in this company can think what they want. But me, you, and Tony know that I'm here because I worked hard and I'm only going to get better. You're so focused on a problem that doesn't actually exist." Her voice raised at the end.

"Why does this matter so much? We're happy together, we don't need to open ourselves up to everyone." Kenny shrugged, dismissing the conversation.

Y/N had stood up, and looked straight into his eyes.

"I'm tired of you being ashamed of me." She said, hurt evident in her voice.

Before he could say anything, she had left the room.

------ Back To Present------

"You haven't been yourself the last few days." Matt broke him out of his trance, leaning on the wall next to Kenny with a cup of coffee in hand.

"I've just had a lot on my mind." Kenny shrugged.

"Does it have anything to do with Y/N?" Matt asked so nonchalantly that it caused Kenny to freeze.

"What?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"You've been staring at her all night." Matt chuckled.

"No I haven't" Kenny denied with a shake of his head.

"Look, don't get mad. But Nick & I know that you two are together. So does Tony and Cody." Matt looked over at him.

Kenny looked at him in shock, Matt cut him off before he could start firing off questions.

"She came to us last month. She wanted to disclose your relationship to all the EVP's so that way if anything did happen, you both were protected." Matt glanced at him. "She did exactly what anyone dating within the company is supposed to do. She didn't want anyone to mention it to you because she knew how secret you wanted to keep things."

"She was just protecting you both" Matt clapped him on the shoulder. "For what it's worth, she really cares about you Kenny. If you're happy with her, then forget what everyone's going to say."

Matt left him in his thoughts. Kenny looked around and spotted Y/N again, standing off to the side of the dance floor.

For once, Kenny decided to stop thinking and just act on what his heart told him.

He walked across the dance floor, coworkers parting to let him through. He stopped in front of Y/N, a small smile on his face as he held his hand out to her.

"May I have this dance?" He smiled.

"What are you doing?" She looked up at him with wide eyes, and then glanced around the room.

"I'm done caring about everyone else. They can think whatever they want. All I care about is dancing with the girl I love." Kenny looked into her eyes.

A smile lit up Y/N's face, and she slid her hand into his.

He led her right to the middle of the dance floor, his hands settling on her hips as she slid her arms over his shoulders.

"I love you" She smiled, looking at him like he was the only person in the room.

"I love you too." He grinned, leaning down to kiss her as they slow-danced.

They felt like they were the only two people in a crowded room, and for the first time in six months, Kenny felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

#12 days of christmas #aew fanfiction #kenny omega fanfiction #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega x reader

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youreyeslookliketheocean · 3 years

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youreyeslookliketheocean’s DSMP Fic Recs!!

Figured it was about time for one of these... :)

Mostly SBI-centric because they’re my favorite dynamic. I’ll probably add to this list as time goes on, and I also want to go back through my ao3 history and find some lesser-known fics I really enjoyed to rec them all. But for now...

* oneshot ** unfinished work

** the lights go out (my heart goes still) by curseworm

With his old home unwelcoming and his new one gone, Tommy is alone. After hours of staggering through the freezing snow, he finds a cabin.

Technoblade’s cabin.

He hides himself away in the deepest corner he can find, taking only what he needs to survive, wasting away in the cold and the dark. He’s petrified at the thought of being found out, terrified of what he thinks Techno would do to him.

When Techno finds his injured teenage brother huddled in a filthy little cave beneath his basement, the rage he feels is immeasurable. The voices demand blood, and blood he will give them. Dream won’t be getting away with this one.

(On the other side of the world, in a country that floats on a man-made lake, Philza gets himself in a bit of a pickle.)

** The hearth down under by Crystalquill

A tiny change gives Tommy the courage to flee to the Nether instead of the cold tundra, finding an unlikely ally in the midst of a fiery hellscape.

But tiny changes can alter the course of history. The SMP will never be the same.

(Lots of cool Nether worldbuilding in this one!!)

to be a wanderer, wandering by hydrangeasheart

Tommy's feet drag in the snow.

It's so, so cold. He's so cold. His toes are freezing. His exposed shins feel like they’ve been cut open-- even the one that’s bandaged. His wings have gone numb, which is almost, almost good, because now he can’t feel the shifting, broken bones inside of the left one, just under feathers and muscle.

He doesn’t know why he’s still walking.

Or, Tommy leaves the exploded ruins of Logstedshire behind, and walks until he finds somewhere safe.

And things keep going from there.

(A canon-divergent AU, splitting off somewhere around when Tommy started hiding out below Techno's house.)

that’s, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know (and then “as long as i’m here”, and “he’s my brother, i just raise him”)

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade.

passerine by thcscus(blujamas)

Do I really need to put the summary here? Pretty much everyone knows this fic. Also, though, if you enjoy this one you should totally read thcscus’ connected fic, “shrike”!! It’s only at 2 chapters right now but it’s already really good and has this dark, foresty aesthetic I love...

not with a bang but with a whimper by dip_dyed_ghost

He knows Tubbo doesn’t care about him anymore. He knows that. He’s been shown that. But it doesn’t stop Tommy from caring about him. He brushes the pads of his fingers over the compass’s glass and wonders how he’s doing, if he’s tired of it all yet, if he needs help. He watches the way it points strongly in the direction over the ocean. He hopes he’s alright.

Even after everything, he hopes he’s alright.

During his exile, Tommy finds a drugged and hurt Tubbo on his doorstep. He can’t not help him.

(This one has a neat take on potions, in my opinion. Also it’s only 4 chapters so it’s a quick read!)

take this compass, follow it home by lightning_anon

Tommy's a fuck up, he can't pay attention, and never sits still. He taps his hands, pushes people away, and has never had a best friend. He's a screwed up, forgotten kid lost in the foster system. He's also just been placed with a new family. Tommy knows how this goes, he never ends up staying long. After all, no one wants a fuck up like him.

Why would this house be any different?

Or: the obligatory sleepy bois foster fic, but with a focus on the neurodivergent kids that inevitably get lost in the system.

(Genuinely want to see more books like this in original fiction. It’s part of what inspired my newest og wip, “To Build a Home.” So sweet and I feel like I had my eyes opened to some neurodivergent tendencies I never knew existed. I read this in a day and can’t rec it enough.)

bloodlines by youreyeslookliketheocean

Tommy’s an orphan on the run from his previous guardian. Philza’s a king who prides himself on keeping his kingdom in an era of peace. Wilbur’s the crown prince, and Techno’s right beside him as his adopted brother. When Phil’s kingdom of Pogtopia is threatened by the bloodvines—a strange, brainwashing plant infecting many of the surrounding kingdoms—the four must work together to keep the kingdom, and their family, safe. --- A royal au sbi fic... + the bloodvines, for spice.

(Yes I’m self-promoting. But, in my defense, I’m very proud of it. If you checked it out it would mean the world to me :’))

Heat Waves by tbhyourelame

Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather.

Another fic I think pretty much everyone knows about. Listen, listen... I was once an idiot who said “Oh no, I’ll never read Heat Waves. It’s irl, not characters, and it’s probably cringe”... No. I was so wrong. This fic is wonderfully written, with a pretty quick moving plot and great characterizations. You do need an ao3 account to access it, though. Just to let you know. (Also read “Helium”, unfinished and hasn’t updated in awhile, but it’s the continuation).

Guitar Strings and Keyrings are What it Takes to Build a Home by Anonymous

Techno was adopted by Phil when he was 12 years old.

He'd been enjoying his morning before Phil came to him asking if he would mind them taking in another kid. Against his better judgement, Techno agrees and ends up with two new foster brothers who he was determined to not get attached to, no matter what.

Tommyinnit’s unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii

“I uh,” Tommy starts, not knowing how to break this to the hero lightly. He hates to be the bearer of bad news. “I think your powers are broken? It’s not a bad thing of course, but like, I swear you tried to mind control me and it like, totally failed. Which is fine, honestly, don’t feel insecure. Everyone’s power stop working sometimes… I think.”

Sheesh, this is very awkward. Why is no one else talking? Why is Philza looking at him like he grew three heads? Why is the Blade staring at him so intensely? Why is Willow still frozen?

“Did I, did I hit a nerve? Yikes,” Tommy hisses, “Well um,” He steps back, bracing his legs and bending his knees, “This was like super fun, but I’m - I’mma head out.”

or,

in which Tommy manages to annoy the hell out of Phil, Techno and Wilbur by being both impossible to catch and irritatingly endearing.

or or,

a crack fic where Tommy is a vigilante and Phil, Techno and Wilbur are the heroes hunting him down.

(Feel like I am obligated to say how incredibly funny this fic is. Seriously. I have a distinct memory of sitting on my neighborhood park’s swing, giggling hysterically, while reading this. Well...until the end... but we won’t get into that...)

** bones in the ocean by bunflower

“Your reputation precedes you, y’know.”

“Does it, now?” Philza watches him coyly from where he’s now leaning against the wall, arms folded around his chains and gaze half-lidded, his lips curled in an arrogant, cat-like smirk.

“The Angel of Death, the ferryman of the Styx, the terror of the western seas. One of the most feared captains ever to sail, and yet, I have to wonder… how did a man like you end up all on his own? We searched the area where you were found—not another soul in sight. So,” He fixes him with a long look, allowing the silence to hover like a dark cloud, the words rolling off of his tongue with all the venom and smugness he can muster, “—tell me, Philza. Where is your crew?”

OR: Technoblade is a naval captain, and Phil his unwilling prisoner. Somehow, they manage to come out of it as friends in the end.

(Is this fic considered popular like passerine/Heat Waves now? Cause I feel like it’s reputation precedes itself, at this point... Pirate au.)

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Okay! That’s it for now. Like I said, though, I want to add to this over time and also dig back for some older things I’ve read. Also, if you have any recs feel free to send them in! I’m about to go back to school and therefore might not have time for reading fun stuff, but whenever I get the chance I’d love to check them out!!!

Happy Reading!!

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