#you either get to work 30 minutes early or an hour late

[clitfisto]

somewhere in the multiverse kim is revachols most unhinged bus driver

#blasting speedfreaks on the radio going 10 over the speed limit running orange lights and cutting it fucking close on the reds #the right of way is His and His Alone lest you get t-boned by the biggest death machine in the city #you either get to work 30 minutes early or an hour late #his kill count is the same but this time he doesnt have a gun #disco elysium

[weaselle]

it was too much i had to make my own post

line cook here. ACCURATE

if you don't get the hate, here's what you don't understand.

it takes up to 2 hours to close down the kitchen.

The last 60-90 minutes before closing time you do almost no cooking because the restaurant doesn't have many people in it and you've already cooked most of their diners.

So if someone walks in during, like, the last hour, the cook is in the middle of an industrial deep clean of the kitchen.

(these numbers can vary quite a bit from place to place but i have worked several restaurants with these actual times and the concept remains the same)

Say the place closes at 10. If you wait til the restaurant is already closed to start all your cleaning duties, you'll be there until at least midnight.

More than that your boss knows that on an average night you can start your clean up as soon as the last rush ends and get out of there around 10:45, even 10:15 on a slow night if you get lucky. That means there are plenty of restaurants where if you do take until midnight the manager is going to come up to you at some point that week and ask you what went wrong that night, and you'd better have an answer.

So this example restaurant closes at 10 pm. The dinner rush ends around 8:30, and shortly after that the cook is going to start getting every single dish possible over to the dishwasher because the dishwasher always gets hit hard and late, and the machine runs for 2 full minutes and only holds so many dishes, so the way that works out is if you wait an extra 30 minutes to give the dishwasher all your stuff it can mean adding like 60 minutes to the end of his shift. And you're gonna KEEP finding shit to send to the dishpit right up until you leave probably.

all these little square and rectangle containers in this cold table have to be pulled out and changed over into new containers, replaced by new full ones, or in some cases filled from larger containers in the back, which can result in even more empty containers to send to the dishwasher.

while it's all pulled apart to do this, you have to clean up all the spilled food and sauce and juices and stuff from the joints and ledges and shelves and drip trays

Once you get your line changed over in this way, and fully stocked, anytime someone orders something that makes use of a bunch of that stuff, you have to restock and re-clean it some. It might already be covered in plastic. Some of it might already be stuck in the back to make room to take apart your cutting board counter to clean. To cook a dish isn't TOO much of a problem at this point, but you're really hoping for zero orders because you still have so much other cleaning to do.

Meanwhile the salad bar and appetizer section and server station and everybody are all doing the same thing. Even the bartenders are stocking olives and lemons and sending back whisks and stir spoons and shakers and empty 4quart storage containers that used to hold the back-up lemons and olives and things. Every section is dumping their must-be-cleaneds to the dishpit as fast as possible because early and fast is the only thing they can do to to help that dishpit not absolutely drown into overtime.

The poor dishwasher is always the last to clock out, soaking wet and exhausted.

Around this time you probably scrub the flat top, which has turned black from cooked on grease and is still about 500 degrees. Line cooks are divided in opinion on water-based or oil based cleaning methods for this, but they all involve scrubbing with (usually) a brick of pumice stone using every ounce of your strength while you try not to burn yourself

you scrub it from fully blackened to gleaming silver and now if somebody orders something that needs the flat top to cook, you can either fuck up your cleaning job or fake it in a couple frying pans and pass that tiny fuck you down to your dishwasher (who usually understands, especially if you help them take the garbage out or clean your own floor drain later)

If there's deep fried stuff on the menu then the fryers have to be cleaned out, which includes straining the oil out into enormous and super-heavy pots full of oil so hot that if you spill on yourself then it's probably a hospital visit and if you slip and fall face first into it it'll be the last thing you ever do.

Then you gotta scrub out the fryer. Like you gotta take the (hot) screen out and reach your arm down into the weird rounded pipes and curved areas (so hot, burn you if you brush against them hot) and scrub off whatever is down there

Depending on your kitchen you might have to do up to four of these. Then you'll have to pour the (dangerously hot) oil back in

oh, and if you didn't dry the pipes and get ALL the water out of the trap and tank?

water reacts with hot oil in a sort of mentos and coke way that can send a tidal wave of oil past the open flame of the pilot light ...HUGE dangerous mess and/or burn down the kitchen if the oil lights up.

Unless! If the oil has been used too hard and needs to be changed, it's time to carry those open topped super heavy pots full of will-kill-you-hot oil and dump them in the barrel outside by the dumpsters so you can put room temp fresh oil in the fryers. whew!

The clean up is not just some light wiping down that can be easily interrupted, is what i'm saying.

You might have to do some kind of walk-in duty (moving around 50lb cases of lettuce and 50lb bags of onions to get to the stacks of five gallon buckets full of salad dressings and sauces to move so you can reach the giant metal pots and bus tubs full of prep and get it all organized and make sure it's all labeled and i have to stop now i'm having flashbacks)

THE POINT IS

by 15 or however many minutes to close, the line cook is doing an intense deep clean and probably has the whole stove taken apart to detail.

For some industrial stoves this means lifting off large cast iron plates that weigh like 20 lbs each and are still quite hot. Whatever metal burners are on there, you gotta take off and clean, you can see here the lines that indicate the large thick cast iron rectangles that sit on top of the burners to allow heavy pots to rest on. Those five (each has one front burner hole and one back burner hole, see?) have to be lifted off and cleaned with soap and a wire brush usually, and then the underneath area also has to be cleaned because a lot of shit falls through the burner holes on a busy night.

if you didn't do it when you did the flat top you have to do the grease trap (which can be like a full five minutes and is always disgusting).. You gotta clean out all the little gas jets in each burner with a wire or something so the burners all flame evenly, and sometimes you have to remove some of the natural gas piping that connects the burners to access where you have to clean.

you gotta clean out the bottom of the oven and the wire racks, and, oh gods, you gotta take down the filter vents from the hood fans above the stove.

See all the lined parts along the top of the wall?

those are hood vents, and as they pull air up they also pull a lot of grease and they have to be taken down and cleaned, then you gotta climb up there and scrub where they go before you put them back...

And then there's the mopping and floor drains and...

Anyway, that's what the line cook is doing when you walk in fifteen minutes before closing and order something that needs to be cooked on that stove. They are doing an entire industrial cleaning of a professional kitchen.

In some restaurants maybe one or two of these jobs will be every other night or even only twice a week, but in many, possibly most kitchens, ALL of these things happen EVERY night. You don't want to leave any food mess that might attract insects or rodents for one thing, so a really good kitchen is as close to brand new as you can get it every night.

IF YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO ORDER SOMETHING ANYWAY, HERE IS WHAT TO DO

open with an apology and ask the server to go ask what the cook would prefer you to order.

Any good server will already know what the cook is hoping for and what will make their line cook go into the walk in and scream. If it's significantly less than an hour to close and they say some variant of "oh anything is fine" they are either telling the lie their boss wants them to say, or they actually do not know what their line cook wants, and you can either use human connection and a conspiratorial just-between-us tone to get them to drop the customer-is-always-right act, or get them to actually go ask the cook.

It might be as specific as "the lasagna is easiest on the kitchen" or it might be a simple guideline like "nothing that requires the flat top" or "any of the sautés are easy" but a good line cook will probably have a system for if they have to make a couple of the most popular items after they start their close, so the answer is likely to include something most people like and you should be good to order that.

but for the love of all that's holy, please only do so at great need. Leave that last 30-60 minutes to the truly desperate and the crew's duties.

#long post #sorry #i just have a lot of DO PEOPLE UNDERSTAND feelings left over from all my years in restaurants #restaurants #line cook #service industry

[katy-l-wood]

So, I've gone back to working at Home Depot while I'm going back to college right? Well, shit is about to hit the fan at Home Depot's across the country. A new policy has been put in place about warnings for not following your schedule to the T, which originally everyone thought only applied to punch in and punch out times. Which would be fine! A lot of people do come in late too often, or leave late, or whatever.

BUT. Home Depot also, technically, schedules what time you're supposed to take your lunch. But NO ONE follows this part of the schedule because you literally CAN'T. The lunch times are so random and rarely work with people's coverage and they frequently break the rule of getting a 30 minute break every 5 hours because of where they sit in a shift. Plus, sometimes they'll be super early in a shift when you just aren't hungry yet.

And the new policy? If you are even a few minutes off on taking your scheduled lunch you'll get an attendance occurrence. (Or half of one, depending on how off you are in your timing.) Once you reach 10 occurrences, which would only take about 2-3 weeks at most of being off on your lunches, you get fired.

Talking to a customer? Too bad, you must drop everything and go to lunch. In the middle of cutting a lumber order for a customer? Too bad. In the middle of a huge rush at the paint desk with no backup that actually knows how to work the paint machines in the store? Too bad. Driving a forklift? Too bad.

The policy goes into effect in a week. People are already crossing out "customer service" and "employee support" (or whatever that one is) on the little values wheel on their aprons. There's talk of a work to rule strike.

Anywho. Prepare for some chaos at your local Home Depot and be patient with the workers going forward. We're not happy about it either.

#Home Depot #Labor Rights

[silverhairsimp]

who's gonna take care of you? k. bakugou

I am sicker than sick and couldn't sleep last night so here's some bakugou fluff.

Pairing & CW: Bakugou x f!reader. Reader and Bakugou have two kids. Brief mentions of pregnancy from Mitsuki (Reader is not actually pregnant). pure, sickly sweet fluff.

Katsuki looks at the clock hanging above the kitchen sink, 7:24am. Usually you’d have been up for at least a half hour by now, maybe more. The kids have to be to school at 8:30, it’s only a 12 minute drive, but they like to get there early and play with their friends before their day of learning starts. He looks at the two of them sitting at the counter, digging into their fresh pancakes and waffles with a variety of fruits. They were similar in a lot of ways, but your daughter refuses to eat pancakes, the same goes with your son and waffles. And what kind of number one dad would The Bakugou Katsuki be if he didn’t make his brats happy?

“You two stay here and finish eating— gonna go check on your ma’,” he calls out to them before heading down the hall, only to stop with a had on the doorframe to look back at them. “And no eatin’ spoonfuls’a syrup this time! That shi— crap’ll give you diabetes.” 

The two of them laugh at their dads empty threat, knowing they’ll at least sneak one or two spoonfuls before he gets back. 

He has an office day today, full of paperwork and unfished reports that need to be submitted by the end of the week. He’s been working overtime, which means you have too. Working overtime at your own job and taking care of the kids when he gets home too late or leaves too early for work. 

“Baby—“ he calls out when he pushes open your bedroom door. Your cheeks are flushed red, your brows are knit together, you’ve got a mound of blankets on you, yet your feet are sticking out from the bottom. “Hey, y’doing okay?” He asks as he gets closer, sitting next to your sleeping form on the bed when he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek, followed by placing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Jesus babe, you’re burnin’ up. Might be running hotter than I normally do…” 

His words are laced with concern as he heads to your shared bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with as cold of water he can get before wringing it out. For good measure, he grabs the thermometer and to confirm his suspicions.

“Open up for me, baby.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek and your eyes finally open when you bring your hand up to touch the cold cloth on your forehead. “‘Ts cold…” you mumble and he slips the thermometer underneath your tongue. “Yeah and you’re hot—“ he waits for the thermometer to finish rereading before he adds: “101.9 to be exact.” 

You try to sit up, “I’m fine…”but the pressure in your head is too much so you flop back down into the pillows. “I don’t know what year you think I was born, but I know what fine is. And you, are not fine.” 

“But the kids— they have school, you have work— I have things to do around the house.” You try to protest in between a fit of coughs, but he plants an arm against the bed, palm down at your side caging you in. “you know the hag— my mom,” he corrects when you give him the glare, “she loves taking them to school. Eijiro too. I could call either one and they’d drop ‘em off. And with work, that’s one of the perks’a bein’ your own boss.” 

He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, trying to hide the wince at how warm your skin is. Gods you must feel like shit. “Lemme call my mom—“ he steps out of the room and gently closes the door, calling in a favor to the woman who always saves his ass. 

‘Yeah, y/n sick, real sick. Need someone to drop off the beats at school. What? Morning sickness? No she’s not pregnant again. She’s sick sick. Got’a fever of almost 102. Yeah, they ate. Yes, lunches packed. Ugh— what kinda father do you think I— mmgh. Thanks ma. They’ll be ready for ya.’

He comes back in the room slight shake to his head as he thinks back to the conversation he just had with his mom. Your youngest is 6 and she’s been itching for another grand baby, but that’s too bad. She’s got two good ones to love on anyway. “Moms comin’ to pick em up in 15.” 

The two of you can hear the padding of feet running down the hall and your two replicas appear in the door frame. 

“Mommy what’s wrong? Did you catch a bug?” Your 8 year old son asks you as he pushes his hips to the bed. He may have his fathers eyes but he’s got your color hair and the sweetest personality to match. 

“Ew! Why would mommy catch a bug!! That’s so yucky!” Your daughter chimes. She’s got that ash blonde hair to match her fathers and definitely gets his personality. 

“Yeah, squirt, mama’s not feeling great so your Gramma Mitsuki is gonna take you to school.”

“Katsuki— you really shouldn’t have asked your mom to come all the way here.” 

“You say all the way here like she doesn’t live 8 minutes down the road.” He smirks at you, knowing damn well she wasn’t gonna miss the opportunity to be involved in your kids’ lives. 

“Daddy, why can’t we stay and take care of mommy like she takes care of us when we’re sick?” Your boy asks with those gorgeous ruby red eyes peering down at you. “You guys have to stay in school and get good grades. You wanna have your own agency and be the number one hero like your daddy don’t you?” You smile at the two of them and lift your hand off the bed to cup their cheeks one at a time. 

Your daughter flexes her little muscles and grits her teeth. “Yeah mommy! We’ll get strong so we can take good care of you some day!” 

Each of your kiddos leans in to place a kiss to your cheek, it’s no use trying to stop them either. They’re both stubborn, just like you and Katsuki. 

“Go get cleaned up before Gramma gets here— and don’t think I can’t smell the syrup on those sticky fingers, you little shits!” 

It’s no use trying to protest the language when you hear the fit of laughter and screams as they run back down the hall. 

Katsuki gets up to make sure they’re heading out to wash up and grab their school bags while he makes another call to the agency, letting Mina know he won’t be in. 

You’ve nearly fallen back asleep by the time he comes back with a hot bowl of homemade soup, a freshly squeezed cup of orange juice, a ginger shot and two pieces of toast. “They’re right ya know. You’re like super woman to them— and even she needs help sometimes.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and turns on the tv for some back ground noise before he grabs his computer and sits next to you in bed. 

“Katsuki. You’re gonna get sick if you stay here—“ you try to protest and he just smiles and puts the cold rag on your forehead. “Yeah… and when super man needs help; I know you’ll be there too..” He lands a fat one right on your lips and smiles. The two of you share everything together. Even the cooties…

#tays sick writes #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki fluff #husband bakugour #dad bakugou #sick reader #comfort kat

[pupkashi]

to love is to linger

a/n: i read this in a tiktok comment and i burst into tears, love is such a beautiful thing and i hope every single one u gets to experience this kind of love bc u absolutely deserve it <3

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if there’s anything satoru hates more than being away from you, it’s leaving your home after spending time with you. he can’t help the way his stomach drops and the frown that settles on his lips, the slump in his shoulders and the sparkle that seems to die in his eyes.

“i cant find my keys! guess I’ll have to stay the night” he smiles, already pulling you into his embrace, you don’t resist, not wanting him to go either.

“we both know you already hid them in your jacket pocket, lover” you smile, eyes fluttering shut and melting into his chest a bit, breathing in deeply before pulling away.

satoru is quick to keep you firm in his grasp, pulling you slightly so you wouldn’t move too far from him. “maybe i can help you clean up a bit more? didn’t you wanna sweep?” he asks, hope glittering in his eyes as you look at him with an incredulous smile.

it’s a beat of silence before you place your hands on his chest, pat twice and sigh, “okay yeah, stay for a bit more and help me clean up.”

there’s a giant smile on satoru’s face as the words leave your lips. he’s bounding over to you like an excited puppy, sweeping you off your feet and twirling you around, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek before setting you down.

“should we put some music on?”

this seems to happen every time satoru had to leave, starting up a conversation just as he was about to reach for his car keys, stringing you along until you’d tell him to sit on the couch again, he could spare 30 minutes right?

there was countless times where he was already out the door, saying goodbye when he’d turn on his heel, eyes wide as he proclaimed, “oh my god i almost forgot to tell you!” before dropping the juiciest gossip known to man.

“are you serious? wait come inside we have to unpack all of this” you’d immediately say, ushering him back in and preparing some coffee or hot chocolate for the two of you.

it would work every time, satoru would practically skip back into your home, snuggling into the couch he’d grown fond of as you began to talk again.

he’d do everything in his power to linger around, even when he’d eventually stay the night with you, having to say goodbye in the early hours of the morning.

“i could stay and make breakfast,” he’d suggest softly, the sun on barely making its way into the sky, the moon bidding the world goodbye.

“toru it’s 6 am,” you mumble, “you’ve been late enough this week,” eyes closing already as you feel your body giving into the clutches of sleep.

satoru pouts, he knows you’re right but doesn’t care that much. “what’re they gonna do? fire me? kill me?” he chuckles at the thought of them trying, kissing your forehead as you open your eyes just to scowl at him. “alright, fine I’ll go, just say you hate me,” he sighs dramatically.

you smile a bit, “cmere,” you mumble, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to you. satoru wastes no time in plopping himself back into bed, cuddling up to your side. he lets himself relax in your arms, sighing and closing his eyes, not moving for another 10 minutes before he decides he actually does have to get to Jujutsu tech.

“I’ll see you tonight?” he asks, stretching as he stares at you, cozy as ever in the warm blanket he’d bought you.

you nod your head, “and don’t be late, angel boy” you smile, blowing him a kiss as he walks out the bedroom door, catching it and bringing it close to his chest, smiling ear to ear until he’s closing your front door.

even when the two of you move in together, he still lingers as anytime he has to leave, roping you into a conversation, convincing you for just ‘five more minutes’ when your alarm goes off. he’s chasing after your kisses in the doorway, mumbling a quick ‘one more!’ before he’s grabbing you by the waist and deepening the kiss, smiling into it when you easily melt into his touch.

gojo satoru does everything in his power to linger around you when he has to leave. to him every second with you counts, every moment is fleeting and every minute without you seems a minute wasted.

it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, melting your heart when he makes up a blatantly obvious lie to spend even a mere second longer with you.

to love is to linger.

to spend every moment you can with those you love. to do anything in your power to lengthen the time you have with them. to love someone is to spend all day and night with them and dread the moment you have to leave their side.

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#i actually really love this one #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x gn!reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen one shot #gojo satoru one shot #satoru gojo one shot #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen drabble

[goldtippedfeathers]

‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Establishing a sleep schedule‎ ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ 

hello my little feathers <3 

i thought that was a cute nickname lmao but bear with me. i’m going through a phase. regardless, someone has got to teach y’all how to sleep since we all know your sleep routine is so whack, the morning birds are your lullabies. i get it— you’re convinced your circadian rhythm is non-existent. i did too. then i visited an OT who gave me a wake up call. in reality, it is very uncommon to have a genuine disorder regarding your circadian rhythm. which means all your nocturnal habits? those are all you, bbgirl. you can choose to be embarrassed about it and accept your life as an owl, or you can finally get some beauty sleep and address those eye bags. 

here are the tips that helped me personally go from sleeping late at night/early in the morning and only getting 3 hours of sleep a night to now consistently getting 8 hours of sleep a night. 

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𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 pick a wake up time 𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 

this is the most important part of this advice column. seriously. you could stop reading after this. 

setting a wake time doesn’t mean, “oh, ideally, i’d like to wake up at this time, but when my alarm goes off, i’ll snooze for a couple more minutes because ugh, baby steps amrite?”

no.

it means once that alarm goes off, you are UP. whether you have to drag yourself, roll yourself, or cry yourself out of bed, GET. OUT. OF. BED. 

you cannot compromise with this wake up time, even if the night before, you stayed up until 5 am. If you set your wake up time to 6 am, you better learn to function with 1 hour of sleep because these are the consequences of your actions. 

while it may seem counterintuitive to sabotage your sleep schedule by denying yourself those extra minutes or hours to catch up, sleep deprivation is the most common tactic used to reset and stabilize a person’s disorder sleeping patterns. the entire rationale behind this is to push your body to a point of desperation (lol it sounded so much less cruel when my OT said it) so it’ll want to sleep earlier. you’re trying to tire yourself out so the moment you’re allowed to sleep (we’ll get to that in a second), paired with the rest of the tips in this list, you’re knocking out immediately. 

so find a time that you ideally want to naturally wake up at. for me, it’s 7:30 am since i work a 9-5, but you could go earlier or later than this. whatever works for you. just be prepared to commit to it because you have to commit to it. 

𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 making your environment a ‘sleep-only’ zone 𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 

this is a shoutout to all the girlies who live out of their bed. stop that. 

yes, it is comfy. yes, it is nice to snuggle there and read a book, or scroll on your phone, or watch netflix, or do your homework, or whatever other jazz you’re getting up to. but there are two purposes for your bed: sleep and s3x. if you’re not doing either, you’re not allowed in there. 

i like to think of my room as different zones. my desk is my work-zone. the open space i have where my weights are is my stretching/workout zone. my closet is my dressing-zone. and i use other parts of the house as my eating-zones, my reading-zones, my hygiene-zones, etc. 

my bed is my sleeping zone. which means that place is sacred and only meant for sleeping. no outside clothes on the bed. no lounging on the bed. not even to flop down when i’m exhausted from a long day at work or workout. if i am that tired, i can stretch, or i can find a couch. or, i can undress myself from my outside clothes into my nightwear and sleep. but the bed is for sleeping. that’s it.

this tip actually helped me beyond sleep, because establishing these zones skyrocketed my productivity. it essentially helped my brain zero in on the task i intended to complete without distractions, because why else would i be at my desk if not to write or do work? my desk isn’t for eating. my bed especially isn’t. so food isn’t in my room, and therefore the only logical thing to do in that zone is what it is meant for. 

your mindset is equally as important as your environment. pairing these two together is what will help you at the end of the night, when you’re ready for bed, to hit the hay the moment your head touches that pillow. because your brain has already been preparing for sleep. it knew the moment you started getting ready for bed. 

𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 night routines 𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 

this is your time to be in your aesthetic, vanilla girl era. read a couple of pages of your book, drink an herbal (uncaffeinated) tea (except beware if you have a small bladder like me to not do this lmao), wash your face, comb your hair, get into your nighties, wrap your hair in whatever protective style you like, and then get under your covers for a night of restfulness. your routine is you time. no thoughts about tomorrow. no to-do lists. no last minute tasks. its your time to unwind. if you need a candle to do it, if washing your face isn’t enough and you need a shower— however your routine looks, cater it to whatever will help you feel relaxes and mellow by the end of it, so you are head empty by the time those covers are over your body. 

𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 helpful tools 𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 

here’s a list of things that may or may not help you with your sleeping journey!

weighted blanket: helps your nervous system enter into a state of rest (parasympathetic nervous system activation). known as pressure therapy, and typically used to help alleviate symptoms of anxiety (increased heart rate, muscle tension, racing thoughts, etc)

heated blanket: for people who get cold easily— as opposed to layering up in constrictive layers, this is a nice way to snuggle and feel warm

silk eye mask: helps block out light. similarly, you can also get a complete black-out eye mask

silk bonnet: especially for the curly hair girlies out there— you guys already know. its such a protective way to keep your hair out of your face at night and nourish it while you rest. 10/10 recommend 

blackout curtains: helps block out outdoor light 

sunrise lamp: for gloomy days, in order to support a healthy circadian rhythm, exposure to sunlight helps regulate the body’s fluctuation of melatonin, making it easier to wake up. essentially, dark = more melatonin (which is why winters feel sleepier because of the shorter days), and light = less melatonin production 

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okay, that’s it! sleep well, little feathers <3 

#wellness #sleep #night routine #holistic #holisticwellness #girlblog #clean girl #becoming that girl #it girl #vanilla girl #that girl #pinterest #aesthetic

[vviolets444rroses]

dating ethan landry pt2

my HEADCANONS <3 :

SFW only :)

part 1 part 3

👻; if you have any pets, they all like him better than they do you.

👻; he’s an early bird, always up at like 7am making you your favorite breakfast food.

👻; if you’re a night owl, then he’s patiently sitting beside you doing homework or reading while he waits for you to wake up.

👻; if you’re an early bird like him, you guys are up making breakfast together. he probably sucks at cracking eggs😭

👻; he surprisingly takes a little longer than you to get ready to go out.

👻; he doesn’t get high, but if you are, he might be in a quiet corner and draining his vape🙏

👻; if you have any classes together, he’s sitting next to you, hand on your knee.

👻; he likes when you teach him girly things. like how to do a proper ponytail, why you use the products you do, and so on.

👻; he LOVES skin care nights with you. he’s standing in between your legs and you’re sitting on the bathroom counter. he usually smothers his face with the mask. so you had to start doing it for him🤦🏻‍♀️

👻; he cleans your room for you. and in the morning, your bed is always made before you leave the bathroom.

👻; he hates when you’re sad. so he’s always going above and beyond just to make you feel better.

👻; like i mentioned in the first part, he kisses your insecurities. but if that won’t work, he sits in the bathroom with you and points out everything he loves about you. (p.s., he loves all of you so it takes hours)

👻; he’s a broke college student, but he will always find a way to get you flowers. when he can’t afford a bouquet, he picks them in a random garden. and when he can, it’s a fat one with your favorite ones.

👻; he’s always on the move. so when you’re slowing down, he either carries you on his back or throwing you over his shoulder.

👻; when you guys get in fights and you try to walk off, he pulls you back by your pant loop. he sits himself down and hugs your body. he won’t let you guys sleep when there’s an unresolved problem.

👻; he has a picture of you and your pet (if you have one) as his lock screen. he claims that your pet is his kid as well.

👻; you and mindy are always pulling pranks on him. he’s easy to prank 💁🏻‍♀️

👻; he wears actual pajamas to sleep in. you think he looks dorky, because you just wear his shirt and shorts. and it’s rare he’ll sleep in just boxers, because chad always barges in.

👻; he gets all shy and nervous when you’re complimenting him. if you talk about his abs or muscles, he looks everywhere but at you.

👻; secretly a swiftie or lana stan (i need this for me guys😣)

👻; he will sing lay all your love on me with you for karaoke nights.

👻; when in public, you’re always hugging him. he likes that you do.

👻; you guys have a mutual obsession with each other’s hair.

👻; he has a low spice tolerance. he could probably eat one hot cheetos and suffer for the rest of the hour.

👻; he likes late night walks with you.

👻; you make him read books after you read them so you have someone to talk with about them.

👻; ^^ anika usually reads with you guys, but she eventually gets annoyed at how cutesy you guys are. she leaves to go be with mindy after 30 minutes.

this is my opinion, i hope you like it… most of these are more descriptive, i think. so yeah :)

#jack champion #ethan landry #jack champion x reader #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry imagine #jack champion fluff #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry headcanons #headcanons #scream #scream 6 #scream movie #ghostface #vviolets444rroses

[wifeofwandamaximoff]

Happy Birthday!

Pairings: Larissa Weems x witch!reader

Warning: Fluff

Summary: Its Larissa's birthday so you decide to surprise her

Author's not: Just a quick early birthday piece in honor of Gwen's birthday!

I woke up at 4 am. Seeing Larissa still sleeping, I got ready for my eventful day. I hastily grab my phone, keys, and wallet and left the room but not before kissing her on the cheek.

Once I got in my car I started driving to Jericho where I had ordered Larissa a bunch of small gifts to put everywhere in our shared room and office.

An hour later when I have gathered all my gifts I wanted for Larissa to have I started to make my way back to Nevermore. I look out the window into the sky seeing the sun start to rise meaning Larissa would be up soon since she has to work. I doubt that women even remembered her birthday is today.

After a quick 10 mins, I flicked my wrist causing all of the gifts to float and follow me. When I got to Larissa's office I saw on the clock I still had 30 mins before she woke up. So I quickly started to use my magic to hide the small gifts I got for her in her office and then would hide some others were we usually go to regularly or somewhere that means a lot to her.

Twenty minutes later I have finished hiding half of the gifts in her office and decided to write a little note, letting her know that there were more for her in some special places. Making it like a scavenger hunt for her. Which I thought was fun.

I looked at the time and saw that it was 6 am. Letting me know that it was time for Larissa too wake up so I quickly left her office and went to go and place the other gifts I bought in its places. And decided to hide the last ones in the bedroom during lunch so she wouldn't see me putting them in.

Larissa's pov:

My eyes slowly flutter open, my body instinctively trying to snuggle into Y/n. But she wasn't there. All I felt were cold sheets letting me know that they woke up a lot earlier then me which was strange because they always woke up late.

I then started to worry if something bad happened to them since they never wake up this early at all, but it also confused me deeply.

I then just sighed a got up out of bed and started to get ready for the day. I walked over to the closet and saw the cream color dress that Y/n loved to see me in. Since they said it makes my look beautiful. I decided to wear it since their compliments always made me feel so confident throughout the whole day.

Then I slipped into the dress, feeling very confident. I went over to my vanity and started doing my makeup and putting my hair in its signature updo.

Once I finished getting ready I saw it was 7:15 am. I then got up from up from my vanity chair and sighed. Still wondering where Y/n is since they never just disappear in the mornings. They aren't an early bird either.

I stood up and put on some cream color kitten heels and headed out of my office, knowing that I don't have a lot of work today so I can finish early and spend a lot of time with Y/n once I find them/

I stride out of my shared bedroom that is connected to my office. When I entered I immediately notice something different about my office. I then saw a letter that was written by Y/n. Instantly know thing that was their neat cursive hand writing.

I opened the letter and started to read what the contents said.

Dear Rissa,

I know you must be wondering where I am since I wasn't there when you woke up, but I had a few matters to take care of and just wanted to let you know. There is also something different about the office, and our special spots. Do not worry about working today since I have already done everything that you have needed to take care of today.

I hope you will have fun!

Your Darling

When I have finished reading the letter I felt myself starting to smile like an idiot. They have planned something for me and I don't know what. They also did all my work which is oddly suspicious since they always complain about working.

I tried to rack my brain of why they would do this but nothing came to me, so I just decided to play their little game so I started looking around my office. Immediately noticing on my chairs in-front of my desk.

It was a perfume I have always wanted but it just kept selling out and I now had five of them. I then pondered how Y/n was able to get this since they were always sold out but I decided to ask them later.

On the other chair I saw some books that I have always wanted because they were from my favorite author. It only has been published yesterday and yet again. I pondered how they were able to get this. I picked up one of the books and opened it, seeing that it was signed by the author herself. I then checked the other books seeing that they were also signed as well.

I started to smile once again at their gestures that they have showed me today and its only 8 am in the morning. I then started to look around my office more, looking for some more gifts from Y/n.

Our pov:

"Ok! So today is Principal Weems's birthday. As you all may know, so in honor of her birthday I have decided to throw her a surprise party. I know this is last minute but we have seven hours to decorate and I have told all the teachers and we all agreed to do this. So in order to finish the surprise party in time we decided to have no classes today!" I said to the students which made them cheer and start to chant my name. Putting a smile on my face. I then quickly shushed them, worried that Larissa would hear them.

They then quieted down, also expressing their concerns on getting caught. I then started telling everyone the plan.

Hours later and everyone already had lunch. Larissa had just went back into her office. I was sad that I couldn't eat dinner, breakfast, and lunch with her since I've been organizing stuff for her birthday. It is now currently 8 pm. So in two hours the students would have to go back to their dorms since they would be passing their curfews.

Once we made sure that everything was in place I went to go get Larissa. I knocked on her office doors. I opened the doors once I heard her yell a soft, "get in!"

"Rissa!" I squealed a bit. She looked up at me once she heard her nickname that I call her.

"Hey my darling, where have you been I've been worried sick about you since I haven't seen you for almost 14 hours. Which is too long being away from you!" She grumbled and outed slightly towards the end of her rambling.

"Im sorry Rissa, but did you like my little scavenger hunt for you?" I asked excitedly.

"Oh darling they were wonderful! And I love them all so much! But what is with all these gifts? Because I don't think its a special occasion since I usually remember these types of things." Said Larissa in a confused tone.

"Yes, but I do have one more surprise for you!" I said excitedly, before dragging her out to the quad where it was pitch dark.

"There is nothing here but darkness dear?" Larissa softly said to me.

All of a sudden lights were flipped on and there was a huge banner saying;

"Happy Birthday Principal Weems!"

Students and teachers were singing happy birthday to Rissa. I looked over at her and I can see her overcome her shock and started to smile widely.

"Happy Birthday," I whispered softly before kissing her.

#larissa x you #larissa weems #larissa x reader #hot principal #principal weems #wednesday #netflix #birthday #larissa weems x y/n #Larissa Weems #gwendolineuniverse #larissa x y/n #Happy Birthday Gwen! #nevermore academy #gwendoline christie x reader #gwendoline christie

[octuscle]

Gym Motivation

Lord knows Michael wasn't one of the little guys. He had an impressive body for a 17-year-old. But after going through a growth spurt with a decent weight gain, his weight stagnated. Despite lifting iron at least three times a week for two to three hours at the gym, he had gained maybe a pound in the last two months. It was frustrating. It was most frustrating when Vlad was working out. Vlad was barely older than Michael. Maybe 22 or 23 years old. But Vlad was a colossus. The ground shook under his steps. The air shook when he performed the last repetition with a shout at the end of a set. And the air was thick with fresh and old sweat when he walked through the gym. Vlad rarely spoke to any of the other visitors to the gym. Mostly to gain access to the dumbbells or some piece of equipment. Never had anyone dared to not make room for Vlad immediately.

"Little brother, are you going to be here much longer?" Vlad's booming bass with its heavy Slavic accent went through Michael's entire body. The colossus stood behind the barbell bench, the bulge of his cock just above Michael's head. Michael's throat went dry, and not just because of the smell of sweat and musk. He shook his head. Vlad added a 20-pound plate on either side of the barbell bar without being asked. "I'm going to help you get big, little brother. Come on, ten reps." Michael gave it his all, embarrassing himself in front of his idol was out of the question. With a loud cry, he set the dumbbell down after the tenth repetition. He had never lifted such a weight before. Vlad added 50 kg twice, gestured for Michael to get up, and laid himself down on the barbell bench. "You help when Vlad can't anymore." Michael nodded, even though he knew he had no chance of catching that weight if needed. But Vlad didn't need any help, either.

It was 10:30 p.m. when the janitor switched the lights to emergency and told them he was locking up in fifteen minutes. The gym was deserted. Michael was exhausted. Vlad stripped off his sweaty tank top and did a double biceps pose in front of the mirror. "Good workout, but now Vlad horny." He pulled the waistband of his workout shorts down and his boner jumped up like a jack-in-the-box. Michael didn't need to think, he got on his knees and sucked the fattest balls he had ever seen. And after a few minutes Vlad cummed his massive load into Michael's face. After that he turned around without a word and left. Completely alone in the studio, Michael took off his T-shirt and used it to wipe everything he hadn't been able to swallow out of the corners of his mouth. He also did a double biceps pose. And he was convinced that he had gained mass.

At 06:30, Michael woke up. Fuck, those had been wild dreams. Wet dreams. His boxers, pubic hair, and the Treasury Trail between his abs were cum-encrusted. Michael did three sets of pushups and three sets of situps and went to the bathroom. Before showering, he did another double biceps pose. The workout yesterday had really paid off. Michael loved the bush in his armpits. For a senior in high school, he really had plenty of body hair.

Michael skipped shaving for once today. He was running late as it was. As he gulped down his protein shake and lean curds, his mother reminded him that today was her mother's birthday. Michael loved his baba. But talking to her on the phone was exhausting. Despite her American husband, she had never learned to speak English properly. And Michael had learned little Bulgarian from his mother. But a "Happy Birthday" she would understand. Because of the time difference, Michael made the call right on the way to school.

It was hard to concentrate at school. Michael scribbled pictures of massive mounds of muscle with huge dicks in his notebooks. And he couldn't wait to get back to the gym. Even though he knew Vlad was never here this early, he was disappointed not to hear the colossus' groan as he entered the Gym at 5:00 PM. Motivated by yesterday's workout, Michael put on more weights than he usually did. And he also felt stronger than usual. And while he proudly lifted 280 kg on the leg press, he took in the scent of clenched manhood behind him. "Little brother, are you warming up? Hold on, let me put some weights on." And though he needed all the blood in his legs, Michael got a boner.

At 10:30 p.m., Vlad dropped his barbell with a crash after the last set. "Come on, little brother!" he said, heading toward the locker room. Again, the gym was deserted. And again Vlad's monstrous cock popped out of his pants. "No blowjob today, fuck today!" Michael could hardly wait. Never before had a man fucked him. And never had he felt like he did the moment Vlad shot his load. Vlad caught the cum dripping from Michael's ass with his calloused hands and made Michael lick his hands like a dog. And with his hands still wet from spit and cum, Vlad jerked Michael off afterwards. And massaged the load Michael had cum on his chest into his stomach and pecs with vigorous movements. "Gives hair on chest" grinned Vlad.

When Mikael woke up the next morning, he could already smell fresh pitki. This meant that his mother was once again homesick for her hometown Sofia. Mikael knew that. Then she hummed Bulgarian folk songs all day, spoke only Bulgarian to him and his father (which was less difficult for Mikael, who had grown up bilingual, than for his father), and cooked oodles of Bulgarian home cooking. Oh well, Mikael thought to himself as he washed down his breakfast with a gallon of protein shake, Vlad will be pleased. Because, as usual, his mother had packed a large portion of pitki for his colleague.

Of course, his father would have preferred it if Mikael had gone to college and studied law as well. But maybe he would do that again. So go to college and study mechanical engineering. But right now, he wanted nothing more than to fix truck engines. He and Vlad were a well-rehearsed and unbeatable team. And if the two of them could work bare-chested, they were even better. At least according to their own convictions. Especially on a Friday, when the weekend was already within reach. At 3:00 p.m., the two beefcakes swapped their mechanic overalls for sweatshorts and tank tops and headed to the gym.

Those who regularly worked out at the gym knew the two beefcakes and knew that it got loud when they lifted weights. And they also knew that the smell the two gave off could have a numbing as well as an aphrodisiac effect. And those who knew the two better knew that on Fridays they both ended their workouts with a sauna session. No wonder that, apart from Mikael's and Vlad's regular place, the sauna was full at 8:00 pm. Not a few hoped to be allowed to blow one of the two or even to be fucked by them. But also today Vlad cum in Mikael's face. And Mikael in Vlad's.

Also on Saturday morning Mikhail's and Vlad's day started early. In their father's trucking company, they worked around the clock. Their parents taught them on a daily basis that as Bulgarian immigrants they had to work harder than anyone else. And Mikail and Vlad worked harder than any of their employees. One of their drivers had dropped out and Vlad had to fill in. That sucked. That meant that their joint training was cancelled today. On the other hand, Mikhail was happy if he got a chance to catch up with his big brother. He would also work out harder than everyone else at the gym today.

And there was one more advantage to working out alone: He had the free choice of which bro from the gym would be allowed to suck his sweaty balls and cock afterwards.

Inspiration for the story by @windysidewalk. Pic of Mikhail found @woolf200

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation #tank top

[partyanimal167]

I’ve just been watching Bleach and in the credits to ep 118, Grimmjow gets called a Professor 👀 and now I can’t stop thinking about it…

So how about an AU where Grimmjow is a professor? Sorry if that’s too vague and random 😅

Oh no, that's not too vague. Thanks so much for suggesting. I always laugh thinking about certain characters being "responsible" adults esp when it comes to working with other people lol. I was so close to making Grimmjow a culinary professor, but it'd be too easy lol. I hope you like this!

CW: sfw, college au, gn! reader, cussing (bc let's be fr now), slight flirting near the end

There were so many signs that this class was going to be...not normal. However, when you gleamed through the professor reviews there wasn't anything out of the ordinary...well you didn't read them all. Mistake number one.

Mistake number two was not reading the syllabus (who does though) and showing up to class when it started--10am. There were a few people, but after waiting fifteen minutes, not even half the class was there and neither was the professor. After another fifteen minutes, you were starting to get a bit antsy and confused, but soon the rest of the class filled in. Then one guy came in with ripped jeans, a white jacket, shades, and a Monster in hand.

Damn, this guy looks rough. I bet he was partying too hard with the new semester starting. You jumped when a bag slammed on the teacher's desk. You tilted your head as the man's shades came off, and you were met with blue-as-hell eyes and a grumpy expression.

It seems you weren't the only one confused.

"Hey! Class was supposed to start at 10! Why is the professor late?" one guy yelled from his seat. A few other students mumbled in agreement.

"Oi, why the hell are you yelling?! Too fucking early in the morning," the man barked back. You could feel his voice rumble in your chest. It sounded as if he had just woken up not too long ago either. The man went over to his seat and kicked his feet on the desk. He popped open his energy drink and went on. "Literally on the first page of your syllabus it says that class starts at 10:30 because 10 is too fucking early and I like my sleep. It ain't my fault the dean wouldn't give me a noon class, tch."

You couldn't believe your ears. This guy can't be serious. This is my literature professor? You didn't like to make assumptions about people, but the guy looked to be around everyone else's age and even if he did teach a class, with his attitude you'd think it'd be something...not like literature.

"Anyway, the name's Grimmjow. I don't really care if you call me Professors. That's your business. This is Global Literature of the 21st Century. I hate repeating myself so listen the first time, and I don't give out extra credit unless you drop off a 12-pack of these first." the man went on tapping the can.

You sunk it your seat a little. What the hell did I sign up for?

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After those first couple of weeks, you decided that you would do your absolute best in that class and avoid being a nuisance to that grumpy professor. Grimmjow definitely had a reputation on campus. Many students had a love-hate relationship with him--grateful for the extra time to sleep in, no bullshit, and the somehow rowdy yet engaging teaching. Definitely hate though for the teasing, cussing, yelling, and him being ready to chew out whatever dumb ass he picked that day.

So it certainly wasn't your best moment when the man practically ordered that you came to his office hours later that day.

You slowly opened the door to his office and met with the rather odd scene of your professor with reader's on his nose going over papers. For a moment, he looked really peaceful and actually almost professional.

"Oh wow, you actually fucking showed up."

And moment over.

You stopped yourself from messing with your elbows and nodded. "Uh yeah what's up, Grimm?" you immediately winced on the inside unsure of how the man would react to the unofficial nickname. But he didn't say anything.

He pointed at the chair, and you immediately sat. He rubbed his face and pushed the glasses off his head. "Look, I'll make this quick. Tell that idiot Jackson to stop stealing whole paragraphs from your papers or I'll break his arm."

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

There was that annoyed look again. "I'm not stupid. The guy has been copying sentences and paragraphs and piecing them together as his own work. He's already going to get in trouble, of course. But seriously, your work always seems to be included. Is he your idiot boyfriend or somethin'?"

The mention of a boyfriend flustered you a little even though you wouldn't dare consider that particular classmate. "Oh no uh- I'm single, and I kinda don't know how he's getting my assignments. I mean we do work together in the library but-,"

The man cut you off and waved his hand. "Okay, okay whatever. Just be mindful of where you're leaving your shit I guess."

You nodded then paused for a moment. "So I'm not in trouble?" You couldn't deny that being in front of the man made you nervous.

"Tch, for what? You're like one of my best students." Grimmjow easily said. "I actually think you know how to read a book and write. Some of these fools are using ai bots as if I can't tell." That was as close to compliment as you ever heard the man say. His face softened for a moment before he grinned meanly. "Well, I will give you some advice."

You weren't sure what it'd be, but you brightened up at the offer. "Sure!"

Grimmjow flicked your forehead before leaning back into his chair. "I got a rule that I don't go dating students, so you better fix how you keep eye-fucking me before I make it a problem." he snickered.

"What! I don'-,"

"Get out."

You squeaked before hightailing it out of the office--face warm and heart racing.

One thing you did know for sure though, you were certainly ready to see what type of problem your professor would give you.

~~~

Grimmjow! I want more of you lol. Thanks for reading! I'll be here if anyone has any thoughts, prayers, or ideas haha

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[coyotes-rules-of-change]

Part 2: Adam

This is part of my first series! If you missed the first part, please feel free to enjoy Part 1: Kellen before you continue on with Adam. In terms of content, this is rather new territory. There is a bit of violent content, bullying, slurs. This is likely to be the only part of this series with that kind of content.

Kellen knew about Adam long before he found himself in academic turmoil. The poor kid was the perfect punching bag. Kellen took pride in the fact that this kid skirted the perimeter of any campus space where he saw any jocks. Unfortunately Adam couldn't avoid Kellen when they lived on the same floor of the residence halls. Even when he'd change schedules or leave out the fire escape stairs instead of the main entrance, Kellen would still manage to find him and insult him, shove him, dump out his backpack, throw him in a trash can—basically everything besides throwing outright punches.

Adam came to the bottom of the fire stairs and found his path blocked by Kellen. All he could do was freeze—his fight or flight reflexes worn down to nothing but paralysis.

"Hey nerd, I need something, and you're gonna do it for me."

Adam continued to quake, unable to muster any further reaction.

Kellen smiles. "Glad to see you won't object. I have a paper due tomorrow in my history class. You're gonna do it for me. Here's the rubric," he balls it up and throws the paper in Adam's face. "I'd better get a good grade."

Kellen punched his fist into his other hand to emphasize his point. "See you tomorrow with the essay, right dweeb?"

"Uh... yes." Adam barely manages to get out. He knew the only way to get out of this was giving in and playing along.

"Just yes? I thought I'd taught you respect by now." Kellen took a menacing step closer.

"Yes, sir." Adam looked down as he said it, hoping it would be enough to appease the menace. He waited for Kellen to say more, but he just laughed and walked away. Adam collapsed on the landing. He'd be late for class again but he needed a few minutes for the fear to leave him.

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A week later, Adam is loosing sleep. He already maxed out his workload on his own school schedule and now he had another one—well, it wasn't quite as rigorous as his own work but it was demanding, demeaning, and had to always take priority or... well he didn't wanna find out.

Two weeks later Adam is deep into mid-terms. He barely sleeps, his anxiety has risen steadily, and he was starting to slip on his own workload. His roommate Ben is a nerd like him with ambitions to be valedictorian and president of the student senate, etc.—a much more high-profile brainiac. His campus-wide notariety is probably why he never manages to face the wrath of the school's star jock. Ben sees Adam's mental health slipping and tries to check in on his roommate, but he evades. After a few times, Ben gets more insistent and manages to get the truth out of him.

"But that breaks so many rules. You've gotta turn him in."

"You don't understand, Ben. I don't know what he'd do to me and... it's terrifying." Adam breaks down crying for the third time in the course of the conversation.

"Then I can," Ben volunteers, "and he won't take it out on you."

"You're my roommate. He'd still make me pay for it."

"Then we could—"

Adam shuts down his roommate. "Don't do anything. Please, don't do anything. I can't risk it. There's nothing either of us can do that doesn't result in me facing consequences."

Ben, still visibly not over it, decides to let it go. He leaves for the library so Adam can have the room to himself.

Working late into the night and the early morning, Adam gets all the work done but the conversation with his roommate still weighs on him. It's cheesy, but he even looks out his window at a particularly bright star and wishes he could do something about Kellen, wishes there was some way out. But that was never going to work.

Ben returned at a rather late hour—2:30 am—but Adam was still awake even after his room mate returned and went to bed. He finished up around 4:30am and went to get even just a few hours of sleep.

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The next day brought sun and warmth. Adam had no time to take it in or enjoy it as he sent the daily batch of assignments to Kellen that morning before breakfast. The jock would send him a message through Snapchat—since nothing was saved there—telling Adam where to meet, or from time to time, where to drop the assignments. He fell asleep in both his morning classes, one of which was review for the midterm test coming up later in the week. Adam was so defeated and exhausted that he didn't even bother with lunch, choosing instead to head back to his dorm for a nap. He hoped that would help him get through the test he had at 2:30.

Ben returned shortly after. He barged into the room expecting to find it empty and found Adam just drifting off.

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't expecting you to be here." Ben said from the doorway.

"Yeah, I just needed a nap. Hopefully I don't get too hungry in my afternoon classes."

Ben clearly wanted to say more. Adam was sure that his roommate was still holding back his urge to do something for him with his Kellen problems, but Adam was grateful Ben decided against bringing anything up. After mulling it over for a moment, Ben settles for a different approach: "I'm getting lunch, but I can bring you something before your next class."

Adam was so tired he could cry and the simple showing of kindness. "That would be great. Maybe a burger?"

Before exiting, Ben left Adam with an obviously coded statement of support. "Adam, you know I would do anything in my power to help you right now." But ultimately Ben seemed to respect Adam's requests to stay out of things with Kellen and ducked out without pushing the matter further.

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Adam woke up an hour later feeling quite refreshed. He looked over at his desk and saw Ben had returned at some point with a salad. Adam sat up and looked out the window, taking in the nice weather for the first time. He had a half an hour to kill with some last-minute studying and then he had to pick up some assignments from Kellen before his test.

He sits at his desk, eats the salad, then opens his textbook and class notes... but despite feeling renewed by his nap, the words on the page still danced around like he was tired and he couldn't settle in. He must still need more sleep... or he must want to feel the sunshine before his class. It was just so nice out—of course he was distracted. Maybe he'd benefit more today by "touching grass" instead of cramming—after all, mental health was just as important as studying.

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At 2:05, Kellen was ready to shove Adam against a wall. At 2:10, he was ready to throw punches at the little punk. This dweeb was always way too afraid of him to ever show up late, but today Kellen knew he'd have to teach a more impactful lesson since respect had clearly not yet sunk into the mind of this geek. He messaged Adam over Snapchat:

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!!!

After progressively more threatning messages, he finally gets a response—accompanied for the first time by a photo from Adam.

It was a nice day out Thought I'd go out for a run

Something was seriously off. Since when was Adam a runner? Since when did he take selfies, or wear tank tops. Hell, did he have all that muscle tone before hidden under his conservative clothes, or was that somehow new? Now Kellen was as confused as he was angry.

YOU NEED TO GET HERE NOW!!!

Another response, and another picture from Adam:

oh hehe i totally forgot i can be so dumb sometimes i'll run over to you quick, ive already worked up a sweat i can't wait to see you😜

Kellen was dumbfounded, though not as dumb as the new Adam seemed to be. He was suddenly some homo. This was either an elaborate prank or something fucked up was going on here. Before he could process further, Kellen receives another message:

see u soon daddy

Kellen stared in shock. This was a prank for sure, but he wasn't going to stick around for part 2. Instead, he was going to teach this geeky fucker a lesson tonight—and whoever else helped him with this. No one humiliates and defies him and gets away with it.

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Despite his fury, Kellen was kinda impressed with the depth of the prank. This fake Adam had set up social media accounts. That last selfie he sent Kellen was even cross-posted on all his socials in their stories and somehow there were bots set up so the pages had thousands of followers and the posts had hundreds of likes and comments. This imposter even looked more muscular than before—probably yet another fake in on the scheme.

Even so, Adam's fate was sealed. Kellen waited until after dinner. He knew the nerd would be studying. After 7pm, he stormed down the short hallway to the geekling's door and pounded on it.

"Open up. You know who it is, so you'd better not ignore me."

The door opened and in a split second Kellen was inside with the person at the door shoved up against the wall, hitting the brick hard.

"Ungh." he moaned.

Kellen had acted so quickly he hadn't taken stock of who had answered his knock. The sexual moan broke his blind rage in an instant and he registered who he had in front of him. He only had a brief moment to register the blonde from the social media pages before he responded.

"Oh, Daddy, that felt so good. I was waiting for you all day."

Kellen is struck by a wave of repulsion. Was he turning this little twink on? He goes to push the imposter harder against the wall, but the homo looks him dead in the eye, bites his lip, and grabs Kellen's dick. He's immediately hard. His rage mixes with his horniness and his desires become carnal. Kellen whirls the little slut around and pulls out his thick cock. Adam is ready, as usual, wearing nothing but a jock strap allowing for immediate access. He thrusts inside his submissive twink and roughs him up as Adam moans louder and louder. At this point the hall was used to it since it happened at least once a night.

Kellen has had such troubles keeping his grades up since receiving a warning from financial aid threatening to kick him out. He's still on the search for a nerd to do his homework, but at least he found Adam. Adam could take anything from Sir as long as Sir didn't leave a mark. Adam made sure he set his boundaries, after all, they both should know respect always goes both ways.

[tragedytells-tales]

How Lucifer wakes up the crew when they sleep in, but explained badly

Notes - Crack headcanons, feat. The brothers, the royals, and purgatory hall

Summary - A shitpost about how Lucifer wakes up everyone when they decide to sleep in but have places to be

Warnings - None

TW - None

Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Solomon, and Simeon: Violence. He either does the loudest dad knock possible on their door to wake them up or he texts them when they need to be up, with no in-between. Might even be a menace and lie about when they need to be up by, just to make sure they're on time. If he needs to go into their room to wake them up after the dad knock, Diavolo curse them, then-

Mammon, Leviathan, Solomon, Simeon: - He rips off their blankets and leaves them to fend for themself against the cold before walking out, might even leave the door open if he feels like being a menace. ( The "door open" rule only doesn't apply to Mammon for obvious reasons. )

Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub: - The ones he can actively wake up by just opening the door and telling them to get up without much fuss. He might even try to get them up early to make sure they can get their normal morning routine done before being late. ( He knows Satan will be grumpier without his morning book, Asmo will pitch a fit about not having time to do his skin routine, and Beel has to have a morning workout. )

Belphegor: - He wraps the covers around him and carries him like a potato bag to wherever they need to be.

Luke and Diavolo: A polite knock on the door and will only go inside if there's no sign of them being awake. If they're not awake then-

Diavolo: - He opens the door and just, "wake up, we have to leave soon." ( affectionate or derogatory with no in between depending on the circumstances. Sometimes this might also include a text before he knocks and a "ripping off your sheets to leave you to cold" after he enters if the situation is dire. )

Luke: He slightly opens the door and just, "Hello child, we have to leave in 30 minutes, be dressed and ready by then." ( Luke gets head pats and sometimes a snack to make sure he has eaten before they leave, but we don't talk about that. )

Barbatos: Was up an hour earlier. This man will never sleep in if there's places to be and work to be done. But he has chuckled at how Lucifer wakes up Diavolo.

MC: He either let's them sleep in or they get the Luke treatment. He'll go inside to wake up them up if he really has too, but It depends on whether or not it's important.

( Warning: These results may change depending on how early or late the person is running. Solomon and the other lords have reported a few doors being broken and ears being dragged. Moral of the story, have an alarm. )

AN - This was inspired by the mental image of Lucifer choosing violence and banging pots and pans to wake up everyone.

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #shitpost #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #omswd #Satan and Belphie both woke up earlier than him just to put a bucket of ice water over his door once and he hasn't been the same since

[daisynik7]

hey Nikki! :) I love your kishibe fics I'm OBSESSED!! if you're still taking requests, could I request something spicy w dad's best friend! kishibe X reader? hope you are doing well, sending all my love ❤️

cw: age gap (reader is younger, I’d say mid-20s, early 30s, Kishibe is late 40s, early 50s), reader has a dad that is newly single (parents divorced), smut – dirty talk, PIV sex (cowgirl), cunnilingus, sex without a condom

Author’s Note: Hi my sweet, lovely anon! Thanks so much for reading my Kishibe fics and for requesting this DELICIOUS idea! I hope you are doing well too, sending you all my love right back! Wanted to get this out today because where I’m at, it’s Father’s Day and I thought this request was VERY fitting for the occasion. Sorry if there are any mistakes or typos, I wrote this in a rush because I’m so excited to post it, hehe. Enjoy! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

“Happy Father’s Day!” 

You greet your father at the door, backpack heavy on your shoulders, balancing two boxes of pizza in one hand and carrying a case of beers in the other. It’s the most stereotypical dad meal you could have thought of, and lucky for you, it’s exactly what your father wants. 

He smiles, holding out his arms to wrap you in a big hug. “Hi, honey. Thanks for coming.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, dad,” you respond, grinning. 

It’s his first Father’s Day since the divorce. Your dad moved out two hours away from your hometown where you currently live, near your mother. While it was mostly amicable, it still hasn’t been easy for either of them. You’ve done your best to spend time with them equally, but with him living farther away, it hasn’t always been fair on his end. So, you packed a bag full of extra clothes and your work laptop, deciding to stay over at his place to keep him company. Surely, he’s been lonely, right?

Well, apparently not. On your way, he called to inform you last minute that his so-called “best friend”, Kishibe, will be joining you for dinner tonight. That’s why you had to order two pizzas instead of one, as well as a case of twelve beers instead of six. Because supposedly, Kishibe is a heavy drinker. You’ve never heard of this man before. It was bound to happen though; your parents used to be best friends with each other, and now that they’ve split, they need to make new friends. Still, you’re uncertain if this Kishibe guy is a good influence on your precious father. Tonight will be the test. 

Before he lets you go, he whispers, “Kishibe’s already here, so I’ll introduce you.”

“How did you even meet this guy?” you ask in a hushed voice.

“At a bar,” he answers, nonchalant, leading you into the kitchen. His answer already has you suspicious of this fellow. 

Inside, you spot a well-built man sitting at the dining table, dressed in a white dress shirt and black tie. Immediately, you notice the piercings on his ears, then the prominent scar across his cheek. His appearance is striking, but you don’t let your guard down, inspecting him carefully as you set the food on the table.

“Honey, this is my friend, Kishibe. Kishibe, this is my daughter.” He says your name, waving his hands between you and this stranger. 

Kishibe stands up, his stature impressive compared to yours, and holds his hand out, repeating your name in a gruff voice. “Nice to meet you.”

You swallow hard, surprised by his low, and honestly sexy, voice. Shaking his hand firmly, you reply, “Likewise,” trying to play it cool. 

His fingers are rough against your soft skin. He holds you a second longer than necessary, letting go only when your dad clears his throat, announcing, “Well, dinner is served! Dig in, big guy.” Your dad pats Kishibe’s back happily, handing him a paper plate and a bottle. 

You mentally shake away any inappropriate thoughts you’re having about this man, who is still a mysterious stranger that your dad is clearly smitten with, enough to consider him his best friend. You make it your mission tonight to figure him out, see if he has any ulterior motives. 

With slices on each of your plates and beers in your hands, you start the interrogation. “So, Kishibe. How did you and my dad meet?”

He shrugs, tipping the bottle into his mouth before responding, “At a bar.”

You pause, waiting for a further explanation. When none comes, you ask, “Care to elaborate?”

Your dad chuckles. “Well, I noticed him playing pool by himself, so I asked if I could join him, and he said yes.”

“He’s terrible at it, by the way,” Kishibe adds, grinning while he nudges your father in the elbow.

“I never said I was good! Anyways, we started seeing more of each other and decided to be drinking buddies. Ever since your mom and I split up, it’s been hard for me to make friends. So, I’m actually glad I met this guy. It’s not so lonely anymore.” Your dad gives you a shy smile, patting Kishibe on the back again, who nods in acknowledgment. 

Okay, you have to admit this is endearing. Your father seems happy to have this new companion in his life. How bad can he be? Maybe your resolve is weakening just a tad.

A little more relaxed now, you share some memorable childhood stories about your father, including the time he lost you in the grocery story because he was too enthralled by the free samples. “He cared more about getting cheese than he did about his own daughter,” you joke, tossing a bottle cap at him.

“Princess! You gotta give me more credit than that! I was trying to get you some cheese too!”

At the pet name, Kishibe smirks at you. “Princess, huh?”

Before you can say anything, your dad blurts out, “She hates it when I call her that! But she really is my little princess!” He grabs your head to give you a wet smooch on the cheek, probably tipsy now. He’s always been such a lightweight.

You roll your eyes, grinning. “Dad, I’m too old now to be your little princess.”

He pouts at you. “Fine. I’ll try to stop. I hope you know you’re breaking this old man’s heart, though.”

Kishibe listens to the two of you with intrigue, chuckling along as he sips on his beer. Despite his seemingly stoic appearance, he’s actually easy to talk to. You feel almost guilty for judging him so quickly.

With most of the pizza eaten and half the case of alcohol consumed, Kishibe stands up, reaching for his jacket. “I should head home now. It’s getting late.”

“Nonsense! Stay the night! I’ve got extra clothes you can borrow. You can sleep on the couch,” your father suggests.

He doesn’t respond right away, averting his gaze to you when he eventually asks, “Are you sure that’s okay?” 

Your dad faces you. “Honey, that’s okay with you, right?”

Usually, you don’t like being put on the spot like this. But you genuinely don’t mind it, so you answer, “That’s fine with me.” 

Both men smile at you, your dad grinning extremely wide. “It’s a sleepover! Should we build a fort?” You and Kishibe laugh, tossing more bottle caps at him. 

The three of your spend the next hour cleaning up the kitchen and chatting a while longer. By the time it’s almost midnight, your dad disappears into his room to gather sheets and pillows for Kishibe. The two of you stand alone in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. 

You look at him, smiling. “Thank you for being so nice to my dad. He seems a lot happier now.”

He meets your gaze. “I like hanging out with him. He’s a good guy.”

Without taking your eyes off him, you say, “You’re a good guy, too.”

Smirking, he scoots closer to you, elbows brushing. “How do you know?”

You shrug, leaning towards him, arms touching now. “I can just tell.”

He bows his head, lips inches from your ear, whispering, “I’m actually insane. You should be careful with me.”

Before you can react, your dad’s voice rings from the other room. “Kishibe! I’ve got you set up in here!”

You watch as he leaves quickly without another word, your heart pounding in your chest. Not from fear, but excitement.

~~~

In the guest room, you lay in bed in your pajamas, staring up at the ceiling. It’s past 1 AM now, whatever buzz from the alcohol completely gone. You can hear the faint snores of your father from down the hall, listening for any hint of Kishibe in the living room right outside your door. His sinister words to you in the kitchen replay in your head. You should be careful with me. You know it was meant to scare you off. But something about him has you hooked. You’re even more fascinated by him.

You turn the small lamp on beside your bed, then sneak out of your room, light on your feet as you maneuver your way in the pitch black towards the couch. 

“Can’t sleep?” Kishibe’s voice is soft in the darkness. You squint your eyes enough to make out his brawny silhouette spread on the couch. 

“I wanted to check on you. I know my dad’s couch is pretty shitty,” you reply, stepping closer to him.

He peers at you, sitting up slowly. “So you knew about this and didn’t give me a warning?”

“You seem like a big, strong man, so I thought you could handle it.”

“Well, I don’t have any other choice but to endure it, right?” His arms are crossed over his chest, studying you.

“You can always try the guest bedroom.”

“But you’re staying in there.” His voice is heavy now, tongue dense in his mouth, like he’s salivating.

You bite your lip, pussy throbbing against your panties. “There’s room for the two of us.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He gets up from the bed, towering over you. “Lead the way.”

You grab his hand, tugging him towards your bedroom, shutting the door quietly, ensuring it’s locked. Facing him, you grasp at his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips are smooth on yours, moving gracefully, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt and around your waist, fingers pulsing hot on your bare skin. His tongue glides into your mouth, swirling around yours, grazing against your teeth. He moans, thumbs slipping down to the waistband of your boxer shorts, hooking onto the elastic. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks, lips at your neck now, scattering kisses along your skin. 

You nod, running your fingers through his hair. “Yes. I want it so bad.”

“Fuck,” he swears, walking with you towards the bed. “I want to eat you out. Will you let me?”

You giggle, crawling onto the bed, face-up, spreading your legs apart. “Be my guest.”

He curses again under his breath, stripping your shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop, positioning his head between your thighs. His lips wrap around you, tongue flicking relentlessly at your clit. You cover your mouth with a pillow, moaning into it, fist bunched in his hair. It’s sloppy and wet, his spit blending in with your arousal, pussy completely soaked. You come for him, his nose pressed to your bud as his tongue laps at your leaking slit, collecting your orgasm in his mouth, swallowing every drop. When he’s done, he stands up to strip off his clothes, you following with whatever remains on you. Completely naked now, he lays beside you on the bed, kissing you with glossy lips. “Get on top,” he demands. “Taste yourself on me while I fuck you.”

Obeying, you straddle his lap, sliding his hard cock up and down your pussy before sinking down on him all the way. You lick at his lips while he thrusts up into you, hands gripped firmly at your hips. “Fuck, Kishibe. Right there. Oh fuck, right there,” you purr, riding him. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it princess? Feels good when I fuck you like this, huh?”

Hearing him call you that spurs you on, bouncing faster in his lap, unable to contain your moans while he fucks you rougher. “You better be quiet. You don’t want daddy to wake up and find his precious princess getting fucked by his best friend, would you?” The filth he spits into your ear has you unraveling. It’s so fucking nasty, so fucking wrong. But you don’t care. All you can think about is how fucking good it feels, being fucked into a frenzy by him. 

“Fuck, you’re tight. You’ve never had a cock this big, have you?” he growls, grinding your ass against his thighs.

“Never,” you whimper, tongue hanging out of your mouth in a fucked-out daze.

“You’re swallowing me up whole. Squeezing me so fucking hard. Fuck.” He pauses to catch his breath. 

You take control, throwing your ass back, his cock slipping in and out of you easily. Voice trembling with arousal, you tease, “Never had a pussy this tight before, have you?”

He chuckles. “You’re a bad girl. No wonder your daddy’s always worried about you.”

“You two talk about me?”

“Oh, I know all about you, princess. Been wanting to meet you for a while now. This pussy is even better than I imagined.”

You reach your fingers for your clit, close to your second orgasm. “Yeah? You’ve been fantasizing about this?”

He moans, watching you touch yourself. “You have no idea.”

For some reason, it turns you on even more, knowing he’s thought about you before this. Probably stroked his cock, picturing himself fucking his best friend’s daughter. That nasty fuck. You fucking love it. Within minutes, you’re coming together, his cum spilling from inside you as you ride out your orgasm on his cock, coating it in your creamy mess.

The two of you stay like this for a while, Kishibe cradling you in his arms, you relaxing in his gentle hold. He breaks the silence first, saying, “Your dad’s gonna kill me if he finds out about this.”

You laugh, nuzzling your nose into his chest. “Well, I guess it’ll be our little secret then.”

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[malwarewolf404]

I got fired in the span of fifteen minutes for being sick.

The story is not very complicated but it does suck a lot. This past Friday I went into work and informed my manager that I was not feeling good but would still try to do my best to be there and get some work done. Four hours later I could hardly walk because my stomach was twisting in knots and I was going to the bathroom every twenty minutes due to diarrhea. My manager let me go home early even though it was a busy weekend. I texted him on Saturday that I was still not feeling well. Then, on Sunday, I woke up late in the afternoon to discover I had been fired. Because this was a nighttime bar job, it’s not unusual for me to sleep until 5:30-6, as I usually went in at 7pm and worked until 3-4am. I was fired fifteen minutes after my boss initially texted me, because I was sick and trying to sleep. 

This also comes less than a month after I was laid off at my previous job due to “changes in business practices.” Needless to say, I’m struggling financially right now. I do have other prospects lined up (mostly food service), but in this coming week I need to come up with a way to pay my rent.

I’m kind of out of options here. If you are able to and you would like to help out a sick gay man with chronic stomach pain, I would really appreciate some help paying my bills this month. You can send a donation to either paypal or cashapp:

paypal.me@spikybear

$SPIKYBEAR on cashapp

My goal is $585 before May 1st. Anything you can donate will bring me closer. Thank you for your time.

#donations #donate if you can #please donate #financial help

[the-wip-project]

SloMo WriNo: Finding the Perfect Time to Write

Imagine your perfect writing setting. It’s peaceful and perfect, and the words flow easily.

But reality intrudes. Those perfect moments are hard to find, and, when you find them it can be too much pressure, so the words won’t come. Other times, when the inspiration is strong, and words are ready to pour out of you, you have no time or space to write. 

It seems impossible to find both the time and inspiration to write at the same time! 

That’s because it is.

To have a consistent long term writing practice, you cannot rely on perfect moments or bursts of inspiration.

I’m going to discuss inspiration in a later post, for now let’s focus on finding the time to write, in less than perfect times and places.

For me, I used to write whenever I could, just squeezing writing time whenever. And I was pretty inconsistent in how much I wrote, and didn’t get much finished.

When I decided I wanted to write a novel I knew I needed to get more organized.

I happen to be something of a morning person, and wake up about half an hour before I actually need to get up. I was in the habit of using that time to lie in bed reading, checking messages, scrolling socials etc. It seemed like a no-brainer to optimize that morning time to write.

However, when I tried, I found that I couldn’t stick with it for more than a couple of days at a time. I was frequently breaking my concentration, and easily distracted. And it felt like a grind. Eventually I realized that I simply did not want to write immediately after waking up. (and my ADHD brain will sabotage any attempt to force myself.) See, even though I’m a morning person, it doesn’t mean that I’m ready to do heavy mental lifting when I first awake. Time for quiet, more passive activities are an important part of me transitioning from sleep to full wakefulness.

But wait! Here I am at 6:30 am writing this! Happily! On a Sunday no less! Because I figured out a work around. Another look at my schedule showed me that I had another block of seemingly unused time. The later evenings after my kids are in bed. I’d dismissed that time period because I’m generally too brain tired to do anything productive. The solution was to use that time for sleeping (boring I know) enabling me to wake earlier, keep my gradual wake up routine, and still have time to write.

Strangely enough, knowing that I’m going to write in the morning is incentivising for me, and I find that I simply don’t want to stay up as late anymore. Because I have a fun reason (yes, writing is fun!) to go to sleep.

Now this little story might be helpful for you if you’d like to write first thing in the morning. If the idea feels like torture, then perhaps not.

But the idea is, assess your daily time, and cut something that isn’t refreshing or valuable. And possibly jiggle your schedule around so that you can open up a block of writing time at a time that is good for you.

For me that was the mindless doom scrolling or binge watching that I tend to indulge in after 10pm.

Some times that might work for you (besides the obvious first thing in the morning or last thing before bed): Commute time, Arriving at work or school or other daily appointments early, lunch or other break times in your day, time while you’re waiting. Remember, you’re not looking for massive blocks of time. Fifteen minutes will do. Thirty minutes would be amazing.

So examine your schedule and see where you can block out a regular time to write.

Once you’ve found a few options, try them out. Do you feel good, or harried? Tired or refreshed? If it doesn’t feel right, is there another task you can swap into the time slot to open up a different spot in your schedule? 

Which leads us to the question: does this mean I need to write every single day?

Absolutely not. Take rest days when you need them. Either a scheduled day or two each week, or just a floating flex day taken when needed.

Focus on establishing a habit of writing for at least fifteen minutes 5-6 days a week. (And don’t worry about word counts too much while you’re figuring this out.)

Once you create a habit, the words will come!

— Maree

SloMo Wrino Introduction

Setting Word Count Goals

the WIP Project discord

#slomowrino #finding time to write #writing advice

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 11

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 6.9k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 11 on AO3

Chapter Summary: Photo shoot time for our boy. Also the return of our favorite agent Liz.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, which is obvious at this point. Some light smut. More intimacy issues because Ryan is a dick. Also, Aubrey is still on her bullshit.

As a reminder, I don't have a beta, so any mistakes are on me.

Fuck where did he go?

You looked over to the alarm clock and saw it was 3:30 a.m., earlier than you wanted to get up, but too late to try and go back to sleep. You glanced over to the bathroom to see if Dieter had gone there, but the door was open and the lights were off. 

Panic set in as you wondered where he may have gone. Did he regret the moments you had both shared mere hours ago? Was he trying to figure out a way to get you to leave? Your mind starts to go through all of the worst possibilities like a Rolodex.

Pulling your head up from out of your hands, you look to the door and see it was left slightly open. A dim light was coming from what you assumed was the living room and you hear Dieter softly chuckling. 

Is he laughing about me to someone? Ugh, I knew taking my shirt off was the wrong idea. That was so dumb of me to do that … and with the lights on at that.

You bring your knees to your chest and your arms around your legs as you sit frozen in the bed. The spiral was starting, and you were trying to do everything you could to settle yourself down and not jump to conclusions.

Breathe .. two … three … out … two … three … four … five.

You try focusing on the sounds coming from the living room, to see if you could make out what he was saying or doing. He was talking in a hushed tone to someone who was either on speakerphone or on a video call. You hear him hanging up on the call and ponder your next move. You just want to leave and run away.

Stop it. He’s not like Ryan, this isn’t fair to him. 

You get up to go grab your phone from the dresser. Unfortunately, you misjudged where it was since it was still rather dark in his room and ended up dropping it onto the hardwood floor of the bedroom.

“Shit,” you whispered. 

But the sound was loud enough that you knew Dieter heard it. 

Welp, there's no denying that I’m awake now.

Your body takes over as you walk to the living room, unsure about what you were going to encounter or what you were going to say.

Dieter sat at the dining room table, his iPad in front of him on its stand. He was just in a pair of shorts, his hair going every which way and his glasses perched atop his nose as he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb.

He turned his gaze to see you, sensing your presence. His immediate confusion was washed away by a huge grin at the sight of you.

“Hey baby,  you’re up early?”

“Uh…yea, I. Uh, well…I woke up and I didn’t know where you were,” you nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, avoiding his gaze as you lean against the wall.

“Oh sorry, I got up a while ago and wanted to call my nephew Max – it’s his birthday today and I knew we were going to be busy so I figured it was a good chance to call him since they’re a few hours ahead. “Wait, what?”

“I…called my nephew?” he gestured to his iPad confused by your reaction.

“I just didn’t know where you went…” you trail off realizing how ridiculous you had been for the last five minutes, jumping to conclusions and assumptions. You clear your throat, “how old is your nephew?”

“Oh he’s 16, he’s the baby of the family. My niece is 18, going to graduate high school this year, how the fuck did that happen?” he chuckled. “I was actually talking to him about you, I wanted to get his opinion on an idea…” he looks up to see you shaking your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He quickly gets up from his chair, closing the distance between you both in a few steps. He cups your face with both hands, searching your eyes to try and understand what is going on.

"Are you ok?"

"Sorry, I…when you weren't there I kind of panicked," you couldn't meet his eyes, embarrassed at how quickly your mind went to the worst possibilities.

Dieter takes a deep breath and runs his hands down your arms before bringing you in for a hug. Your hands go instinctively to rest on his back as you rub small circles with your thumbs.

"Ugh shit I'm sorry. I know how that feels. I slept really well actually, I don't ever go for more than an hour without waking up and rolling back over so for me to have gotten several uninterrupted hours…I felt really good and you looked so beautiful and peaceful and I didn't want to wake you."

You have to admit that as adorable as Dieter normally was, he was even more so when he started to nervously ramble.

"Hey," you pull back and grab his face to center his gaze, running your thumbs down his stubble. "Thank you for letting me sleep.”.

He gave a small smile. "So where did you think I went?"

"Oh, I…I don't know…I thought you left or something…"

"You…thought I left my…own room? And left you here?" He smirks.

You roll your eyes, "I know it sounds silly…I'm sorry…"

"Hey, no it's ok. Like I said, I've been there, but you'll never have to worry ok? I'll always be here."

"Ok," you smile as he leans in for a kiss. 

After a few chaste kisses, Dieter deepens it, pushing you back into the wall of the hallway. His hands find their way underneath your shirt, gripping your waist. Your hands move up to his hair, dragging your fingernails lightly along his scalp which makes him moan into your kiss.

He pushes back to look at you, not loosening his grip on your waist as you twirl a few of his curls between your fingers. "So, it seems we have some time before you need to get ready.".

"It seems we do," you return the cheeky smirk he had on his face.

"I have an idea on how we could, um, pass the time."

"Oh yeah? I'm all ears."

"Mmm…I'd rather show you than tell you."

His tone makes you bite your bottom lip as your pulse quickens. Whenever his demeanor changed like this you got butterflies in your stomach.

“Why don’t you head back to my room, I’m just gonna grab my phone ok? In case Lizzie calls or something, I don't want to miss it.” He gives you another kiss before he lets go.

“Mmm, ok sounds good.” You turn around to head to his room. Dieter lightly smacks your ass causing you to giggle.

You pad back down the hallway to his room, hearing him rush over to the dining room table to grab his phone. He was back to you in an instant, grabbing you from behind. The surprise causes you to yelp and then giggle as he kisses your neck. You can feel him getting hard as he reaches around your waist to bring you in closer. You manage to turn around in his arms to look at him, his eyes dark.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi,” he smiles back as he kisses you, moving you back to the bed. “Lay down.”

You wiggle your way back up the bed, sitting up on your elbows to watch him. Dieter stood at the front of the bed his eyes taking in every inch of you. Normally this type of scrutiny would make you nervous, but the way he was looking at you felt different, like he was trying to commit you to memory. He walks over to the glass doors, pulling back the curtain on one side. It was still dark, but the bright moon brought it some light – it seemed like a good compromise for you both.

He comes to the side of the bed to lay down next to you so you can resume your makeout session from the hallway. It doesn’t take long for him to work his way to hover on top of you, his hands resting on either side of your head to help prop himself up. 

“Can you take your shirt off for me beautiful?” He whispers in your ear as he kisses down one side of your neck.

You nod and move to grab the bottom of your shirt. Deiter pulls back slightly, raking his eyes over each inch of your skin as you expose it to him. Once you finally get the shirt up and over your head, he takes a deep breath before descending to your collarbone, trailing kisses down again. You slept without your bra on and Dieter didn’t waste any time showing his appreciation for that surprise.

He has a smug smile on his face as he hovers over one of your nipples, looking back up at you as you bite your lip in anticipation. His eyebrow twitches as he returns his gaze down to your body, trailing kisses in the valley between your breasts as he works his way down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants. 

You push yourself up onto your forearms to get a better look, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he keeps working down. He presses his mouth to your leggings and you can feel his hot breath as he moves over your mound to your inner thighs before he stops and sits back on his heels. His eyes find yours, checking in to see if you are uncomfortable. You give a little nod and the corners of his mouth turn up. He moves his hands to your waistband, hooking his thumbs underneath and pulling down your pants. You lift up a bit to help him take it off. His eyes immediately lock onto the hot pink lace you had on underneath.

“That’s…a great color on you,” he smirks. “You had this on the whole time, huh?”

You blush, bringing your hand over your eyes as you giggle. 

“Don’t hide baby. I like it…I’d love them even more if they were on the floor though,” he moves back up your body to kiss you again. 

You buck your hips up to meet his with just your thin lace and his shorts separating the two of you. He smiles into your kiss as he trails one hand down your side, your arms hooking onto the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. 

“Belle,” he pants in between kisses, “baby can I taste you?”

The thought of him in between your legs makes you involuntarily whimper, which he takes as his cue to descend back down your body.

You are torn because, on the one hand, this was probably one of the most sensual moments you had ever experienced and you wanted to see where it was going to go. But, you also were starting to get in your head about this, memories of past encounters flooding your mind. 

As you were processing all of this, you hadn’t noticed Dieter stop to check in with you again before he went to remove your panties. 

“Hey, we don’t have to do this, it’s ok,” he rubbed your thigh.

“I…uh…”

“Has anyone…have you done this before?”

“Uh, ye-yea, I have. Not that many times though. But you seriously don’t have to, I uh, I haven’t showered or like shaved or waxed or anything so it’s kind of a mess down there so I get it if you don't want to. Plus it like never works so-"

“Belle,” he cuts you off, coming back to lay sideways next to you on the bed, one arm propped up so he could rest his head in his hand. His other hand caresses up and down your stomach which makes goosebumps appear on your forearms. “Baby, is this about that asshole again?” You nod and he sighs, raking his hand through his hair. “I hate what he’s done to you baby.”

“He…uh, he never really liked doing that,” your eyes flit down your body. “Said it wasn't really his thing, so he’d find all sorts of excuses to not do it. I guess eventually I stopped trying since I knew it wouldn’t matter.”

“Well for the record,” he returns his light touch up and down your stomach, “I don’t give a shit about any of that…I want you…whenever and however, I just want you,” he bends down to kiss you.

“I want you to…you know,” you glace down your body again, “but, maybe another time?”

“Absolutely, I want you to want it as much as I do,” he kisses you. “Just know that I want it, I want you, very much.”

It was your turn now to initiate, lifting yourself up to kiss him. You want him to feel how much you appreciate his patience and care with you. He’s never pushed you beyond where you were comfortable and you just wish you could get yourself over the hump to fully trusting him and letting him have every part of you.

Dieter’s phone buzzes to life on the nightstand, causing you both to snap out of another frenzied kiss. 

“Shit, it’s Lizzie, I have to get this. Come back over here when you’re ready, ok? Use your key,” he kisses you as he answers his phone. “Hey, Lizzie.”

You get up from the bed and collect your clothes. Dieter grabs your pants and hands them to you as he listens intently to the call. You can tell he is not happy, but he still manages to give you a smile as you take your pants from him and slip them back on.

“That’s not what we agreed to, I thought you were going to work it out,” he starts pacing the room.

You don’t bother with the formalities of putting your bra back on since you are just heading next door, so you put your shirt back on, grab your phone and the rest of your things, and head out. Dieter is right on your heels, walking you out as he sighs in reaction to whatever Lizzie is telling him.

As you open the door, you feel his hand come to your arm, causing you to turn around and look at him.

“Hey, Liz, hold on a sec,” he pulls the phone away and gives you a searing kiss. “See you soon baby,” he whispers.

As soon as the door closes, Dieter moves to the living room ready to really lay in on Lizzie. 

“What the fuck Lizzie, I thought she wasn’t supposed to be on the crew today.” He hisses.

“I know, I know. I tried Dee, I really did. Problem is she’s been working with the photographer on the looks and locations, he didn’t feel comfortable with someone else coming in, especially since Meredith isn’t going to be there.”

Dieter lets out a long exhale, shaking his head, “Fuck. This isn’t going to be good. I wanted Belle to have a great day, show off what she can do, but now fucking Aubrey is going to ruin it.”

“Can you stop? Look, Belle is a big girl and from what Rhys has told me, she can handle herself when it comes to work.”

“We’ll see…”

You quietly pad around your room, hoping you aren’t loud enough to wake Indy. She has another big day and you want to make sure she gets as much sleep as she can. Once your kit was packed, including some of the extra products Meredith gave you to use on Dieter, you had to figure out what to wear. You decide on a T-shirt dress with some sneakers, with a button-up shirt tied around your waist. After some light makeup, you throw your hair in a ponytail, grab your sunglasses, and head back to Dieter’s room.

You knock on the door and he answers quickly, looking a bit stressed but still so handsome in his plain black T-shirt and light gray shorts.

“Hey are you ok?” you step into his room. He gives you a quick kiss before he goes to gather his things to leave.

“Uh, I’m ok. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something before we leave though…Liz told me that Aubrey is on the crew for today. I’m really sorry, baby, I didn’t want her there. I told Liz to handle it, but Aubrey’s apparently been heavily involved in the planning and the photographer didn’t want to-”

“Dieter,” you cut him off, putting a hand to his chest, trying to not get distracted by how firm it feels, thoughts of earlier creeping into your head. “It’s ok. I can’t stand her, but I can also be professional.”

“You’re amazing,” he cups your face and kisses you. “But if she does anything anything to make you feel uncomfortable or off your game, you tell me ok? I don’t want her to ruin this for you.”

Seeing a bit of his protective side come out is endearing. You aren’t thrilled about the notion of spending a day with Aubrey of all people, but she isn’t the first difficult coworker you’ve had and she won’t be the last.

“Baby, I can handle myself,” you get up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

His smirk turns into a full-blown ear-to-ear smile as you realize what you said. This was the first time you had called him anything other than Dieter. It just kind of slipped out.

“Oh I know you can,” his smirk returns as you both make your way to the elevator. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in work mode, you were so fucking sexy yesterday when you were working, you know that?” he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck and making you giggle. 

You both take advantage of the elevator ride to make out a bit more since this is likely the last bit of alone time you’ll have for a long while. Once the elevator reaches the first floor, you pull away from each other. As you get out you smooth your dress and hair. There’s no doubt your lips are a bit swollen, especially since he nipped at your bottom lip, but you don’t care. Dieter takes your kit from you and motions for you to walk out of the elevator. You notice he holds the kit awkwardly in front of him and you have to stifle a giggle when you realize he was using it to hide how excited the elevator ride had made him.

“Dee!” You turn and see a woman who could only be Liz, approach you both. “Oh you must be Belle, it’s so nice to meet you. Rhys has nothing but glowing things to say about you,” she says as she reaches in for a hug.

“Oh well, Rhys is a pretty awesome guy too. He’s done a lot for me and Indy over the years,” you smile at her, excited to finally meet the person who has been Dieter’s constant throughout all of the turbulence.

“Love that guy, he should be coming down in a few days – hopefully with some good news for Indy,” she winks. “Anyway, I hope this one hasn’t been in too bad of a mood this morning,” she motions over to Dieter who was still awkwardly trying to position your bag in front of him.

“Oh no, he’s …. Honestly Liz, it’s fine. I can handle it.”

“See, I told you!”

You and Liz were laughing when out of the corner of your eye you see Aubrey and Danny approaching carrying a bunch of garment bags and a couple of rolling suitcases.

“Ah, well looks like the gang’s all here, let’s roll out!” Liz claps her hands as she walks toward the valet, her fingers frantically typing on her phone. 

“Mornin’ Dee, hey Belle,” Danny smiles at you.

“Hey Danny, need help with anything?” You feel a bit useless since Dieter is carrying your things.

“He’s fine,” Aubrey responds curtly.. 

“Well, good morning to you too,” Dieter rolls his eyes as he lets Aubrey and Danny walk in front of you two. He gives you a wink and the butterflies start to swell in your stomach. His small, simple gestures always make you feel so giddy.

You are curious how the seating in the van is going to go. Liz sits in the first row and asks Dieter to sit across from her so they can prep for his interview. You sit in the row behind her and Danny slides into the row across from you, with Aubrey following to sit behind Danny.

“So…Belle. Wanna talk about the looks?” Aubrey finally says something to you once the van makes its way out of the resort to head to the first location.

“Uh, sure. Do you have a mood board or something?”

“Of course I do,” she rolls her eyes as she reaches into her bag to pull out an iPad, handing it over to you to look at.

You are annoyed that her mood boards were actually good, picturing how hot Dieter was going to look in the clothes. She shuffles through the looks as you get to the subject of styling. You both bickered a bit about the direction to take for his hair. You, selfishly, want to showcase his curls more in the first look before transitioning to a more spiky and messy style for his last look.

“I just think we should do a more smooth style, kind of like this,” she pulls up a photo on her phone that you know well. It was from an awards show where he looked so handsome and dapper. 

Did he look good? Absolutely. But this hairstyle was going to clash with the more casual clothes she picked out for him so it wouldn’t look cohesive. 

“How about we go for a more relaxed but polished look like this.” Now it was your turn to pull out some reference photos. She didn't need to know these photos were actually part of your private collection. 

“Hmm…ok, we can see.” She seems a bit annoyed that not only did you have a good idea, but you were willing to compromise and not let her steamroll you into doing exactly what she wanted. 

Throughout this whole interaction, you could feel Dieter’s eyes on you. You hope that he was proud of you for holding your ground.

Things were a bit hectic once you got to the first location. You are quickly ushered into a small trailer with Dieter. Aubrey and Danny go to another trailer to set up a clothing rack with the clothes and lay out shoes and other accessories. 

As Dieter sits down in the chair, he smirks at you in the mirror as you unpack your kit and lay everything out. You catch his eye a few times, blushing at his intense gaze. At one point, you feel his hands creep up around your hips, dipping down to your ass, before moving dangerously close to the bottom of your dress.

You clear your throat, “Um, excuse me, sir, what do you think you’re doing?”

Now it was Dieter’s turn to blush as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You just look so good. Baby, you were amazing in the van. I didn’t give a shit how you wanted to do my hair, as long as you put Aubrey in her place.”. 

“Oh, you don’t give a shit, huh? Hmm, I was thinking maybe you grow your hair out a bit more and we do a bowl cut,” you giggle as he pulls you closer. “You’re going to make us late if you keep this up. C’mere.” 

You start off his skin prep with some sunscreen and do a light pass of makeup just to even things out. As you are finishing up and about to move to his hair, there is a knock at the trailer door. 

“Hey there!” A man you can only assume is the photographer walks in. “Dee, good to see you, man,” he gives Dieter a handshake before turning his attention to you. “Hi, I’m Rob, nice to meet you.” He gives you a quick up and down. “You’re beautiful.”

“Oh, ah, thanks. Hi, I’m Belle,” you stick your hand out to shake his. After he shakes your hand, he pauses and raises it to give you a kiss on the back of your hand. 

You’re a little uncomfortable at not only the attention, but at the way Dieter straightens up at Rob's move.

"Oh shoot, I need to go ask Aubrey something about the first look I uh…I'll be back ok?"

"Yea sure, I'll be here," Dieter says with a tight smile.

This guy better watch himself.

Dieter knew Rob was a talented photographer, but he wasn't so keen about some of his on-set behavior. When Dieter was younger the two of them ran wild with drugs and sex with whoever else on set wanted to party.

It took everything in Dieter to not get up and punch Rob in his smug face when he reached up to kiss the back of Belle's hand. He had become so attuned to her body language that he knew she was uncomfortable. He was ready to intervene should she need help, wanting to protect her from Rob's advances since he unfortunately knew all of the man's moves.

He gripped the arm of the makeup chair as he watched Rob check Belle out as she left the trailer. Once she closed the door, Rob turned around.

"You fuckin her?"

"Uh, no."

"Figured, she's not really your type. She probably gives a great blow job though, those kinds of girls are usually good at th-"

"Don’t fuckin talk about her like that man!"

Rob threw his arms up in surrender, "Jeez sorry, didn't realize you were so touchy."

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to see my dear old friend…we getting into anything later? Aubrey mentioned a few people were hanging out after the shoot. She seems like she could be fun for us."

"No. I'm busy," Dieter folded his arms in front of his chest, wanting this conversation over before Belle walked back in.

"Oh that's right, I forgot your "clean" now," Rob made exaggerated air quotes. "C'mon man, we both know you're gonna fall back into it like you always do."

Dieter stood up, getting nose to nose with the man who was just slightly taller than him.

"We’re done here, unless you have something of substance to ask me?"

"Jeez, you're wound tight. I'll have to tell Aubrey to work on that for you," he winked as the trailer door opened again.

In reality you didn’t go anywhere, you just needed a moment to breathe outside. But when you heard shuffling inside, you decided to go back to make sure Dieter was okay.

As you walk in you hear the tail end of Rob's comment, something about Aubrey working on something. You shake your head as your eyes meet Dieter's. 

You clear your throat, "excuse me, can I finish up here? I'd hate to get us behind schedule."

Rob turns around and rolls his eyes at you, "Sure thing sweetheart, see you all out there."

Your eyes follow Rob as he walks out the door, turning around to see Dieter in front of you. He doesn't say anything, instead stepping up to you for a kiss. Like most kisses with the two of you, it quickly turned more passionate as he brings one hand to the back of your head and the other around your waist.

"Baby, you're going to make us get behind schedule," you smile into the kiss.

"Worth it. Fuck Rob."

You pull back, giving him one final chaste kiss on the lips. "C'mon sit back down."

"Okaaay, whatever you say," he smirks as he gives your ponytail a playful tug.

For his first look, which was a bit on the casual side, you opt to go simple with the products. You work some thickening mousse into your hands and start to sculpt the curls how you wanted them before adding more definition with a combination of two of the products Meredith gave you. 

You were concetrating so hard that you didn't notice how Dieter's eyes trailed your every move. You also didn't notice the permanent smile on his face as he watched you meticulously craft his hair.

"Ok, I think we're almost done, just a little hairspray, close your eyes," you shield his eyes with your hand as you finish off his style with some hairspray. "Ok, what do you think?" You move around to the side of the chair, looking at his reaction in the mirror.

He leans forward, examining the sides as you hand him a mirror so he could see the back as you twirl the chair around. "Baby, it looks so good. Do you like it?" His flirty tone returns as he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I think you look…good." 

"Just good?" He pouts.

You laugh and roll your eyes bringing your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, "no silly, you look handsome, you always do."

"Always, huh?" He rests his hands on your hips, looking up at you as you blush. "That's good to know."

"I have to get you over to Aubrey," you giggle as he stands up and kisses your neck. "S-stop," you giggle even more.

"Ok, sorry.”

"Listen, she's going to put you in a sweatshirt so please be careful putting it on, I don't want to flatten your curls."

"Yes ma'am, I'll try my best." He gives you another quick kiss before he walks out of the trailer, leaving you to clean up and pack your on-set kit.

The first location is breathtaking. On one side there is a beautiful, pristine private beach with white sand and the clearest water. On the other side, you are in awe at the expansive vistas with mountains dotted with trees and plant life. You feel like you were on the set of Jurassic Park.

And as breathtaking as the views were, the subject of the photoshoot also took your breath away. His first look was so simple and casual, a pair of gray board shorts with a blue and white tie-dyed sweatshirt. Dieter just exuded this sexy confidence. 

Aubrey pulled the hood of the sweatshirt over his head, but you were barely annoyed at the fact that she covered up most of your work. There were still a few curls that peaked out from under the hood and it was adorable.

You stand off to the side and sneak in a couple of photos using your phone. Rob asks Dieter to stand in place as he moves around to try and find a different angle. Suddenly you are positioned right behind Rob and in Dieter's line of vision. He had the art of the smolder down and suddenly it feels like it’s directed at you. So much so that you look behind you briefly to see if anyone else is standing there, which makes Dieter slightly smirk. As your eyes connect again, you feel the wet spot starting to form in your underwear.

It felt like you were in your own little bubble, just the two of you. You didn't notice Liz admiring this interaction. She can sense there is something special between the two of you simply based on how the tone of his voice slightly changes whenever he speaks about you. Even on phone calls she could tell he was smiling. So seeing the two of you together confirmed to her how much of a positive influence you were having. 

"Ok, I think we're good with this one. Onto the next look Aubrey," Rob says as he reviews the shots on his camera.

"Alright Dee, let's go," she ushers him back to the trailer as you stand by waiting.

"He's doing good huh?" You turn to see Liz behind you.

"Oh hi! Y-yea I think so, he's such a pro," you smile.

"Oh with this? Oh yes, it's old hat for him, he's done so many over the years. No, I mean like on set...with you…he's doing ok?"

You understand what she was implying as she looks at you like a mother asking how their child was doing at school. It’s sweet to see how much she cares about Dieter. He cares so much about her and just wants her to be proud of him.

"Oh yeah! He's great. So professional and amazing on set. He knows everyone's names and he's been helping Indy when she has questions or gets nervous."

"Good, good." She smiles. It seemed like there was more she wanted to say but she refrained.

"I should probably head over to see what touchups I can do."

"Oh yeah, please, don't let me hold you up!"

You stand outside of the wardrobe trailer making small talk with Danny. Aubrey finishes up a conversation with Rob and barges into the trailer without knocking. Through the doorway, you see Dieter had changed into his next pair of shorts, but he didn't have his shirt on yet. Aubrey went to close the door behind her, but you hear Dieter tell her that he didn't need help getting dressed.

“You can wait outside just like everyone else.”

She huffs as she retreats back outside, opting to stand on the other side of Danny rather than by you.

Your phone buzzes and you smile when you see Indy’s name on your screen.

INDY: How's it going? Get in a fight with dumbass Aubrey yet?

BELLE: Going well and no I'm behaving 😉

You sent her one of the photos you snuck during the first look.

INDY: Holy shit, he looks hot!

INDY: his hair looks good, just wish you could see more of it

BELLE: I knoooow 🙄 that was a dumbass Aubrey move

"Hey Belle, could you come in here?" Dieter opens the trailer door, still not wearing a shirt.

You blush as Danny smirks and starts to walk away. You caught Aubrey rolling her eyes.

"What do you need?" You ask as he closes the door behind you.

"Well…" he has a devious look on his face. "What I really want to say is you, but I know we'd get behind schedule and frankly I'm trying to get done so we can go back to the room," he winks. 

This man wasn't touching you and frankly wasn't even standing that close to you, but your legs felt wobbly and that wet patch from earlier was starting to grow. 

"I was going to ask you which shirt. Aubrey gave me two options and I wanted to see which one you liked."

He had on red swim trunks which ended a few inches above his knee. In one hand he had a white short-sleeved button-up with a pattern you couldn't make out. The other option was a white silky long-sleeved shirt which looked a bit like pajamas. 

You look around at the accessories Aubrey had laid out, glancing back to the two shirt options before making your decision. 

"Hmm, I think you go with this one," you point at the short-sleeved shirt. As he starts to put it on you grab a necklace from the counter. It was a pretty long chain with a silver square pendant. "Maybe you wear this and leave the top couple of buttons unbuttoned."

He smirks at you, seeing your mouth salivate at the sight of his bare chest. "Good choice."

"Oh and maybe these," you tuck a pair of sunglasses into the pocket of his shirt.

"Thank you for the help," he winks.

You start to fiddle with his hair, messing it up a bit while still keeping his curls defined.

"I think you look great," you step back and give him a once over. "Ready?"

"Let's go."

For the second look, Rob made Dieter walk along the beach, kicking up the water and encouraging him to be playful. His youthful energy was very much on display. 

The shoot is going according to schedule, but there are still a couple of more looks to get through. For his next one, he looks so cozy in a pair of yellow nylon shorts paired with a simple black T-shirt. The main attraction of this look was a floor-length white overcoat with orange and green stripes. For his final look, he wore a pair of white shorts with a few pleats down the front. He wore a white undershirt with a blue plaid long-sleeved button-down which was topped with a blue jacket. You reluctantly had to give it to Aubrey, all of the looks were amazing and were perfectly fitted to Dieter's body. 

He was due to do the interview over lunch as the crew packed everything up to head back to the resort. From your understanding, it was a two-part interview with the first part today and the second tomorrow from set. Before he heads off to meet the woman, he stops you.

"Psst, c'mere." He motions over to you. 

"What?"

"I wanna take a photo of you, of us," he blushes.

"Oh okay!"

He looks around at the beach and positions you both so it is in the background. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and rests his head on top of yours as his long arm extends forward to take a selfie. 

"What do you think?" He shows you the photo.

"Aww cute, I love it."

"Sweet, well I'll text it to you. I'm gonna go do this interview over lunch. Make sure you eat something too ok?"

"I will, I promise."

"Dieter! So good to see you again!" 

"Great to see you too Maria," he gives her a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

Maria Ramos has been an entertainment reporter for the last 15 years and has followed Dieter's career closely, nabbing his first interview post-Oscar win. While her coverage was mostly fair about him over the years, she wasn't shy about pressing him about the tough topics. That's part of the reason why Liz always flanked him on these interviews. She wanted to protect him and intervene should anything unsavory come up.

"Liz! So good to see you, you look great!"

"So do you, thanks for meeting us out here!"

The interview went well, as they talked about the show and how Dieter felt being the elder statesman of the cast. Liz was a little skeptical at how good it had been going.

"Ok, well I think we're about ready to wrap here and head back. Anything else for Dee?" She asks the woman. 

"Actually yes. Are you dating someone on the crew? You were spotted with a woman and it looks like she's here today. Any truth to the rumor?"

"I…uh," Dieter looks at Liz.

"Maria," she smiles. "I thought we agreed that we were going to steer clear of personal questions since the purpose of this interview is to highlight the show, the production, and the island, not to fuel the internet gossip machine."

"Right, of course. I just figured your fans," she looked directly at Dieter, "would be curious how you were doing. You look great by the way," she winked at him.

"Well thanks, Maria. That's nice of you to say. All I'll say to you is that I feel the happiest I've felt in a long time." He went to stand up and leave before stopping. "Feel free to interpret that however you'd like."

Dieter went back to the resort wearing the sweatshirt from the first look, Aubrey managed to get him a few pieces to keep. 

Everyone settled back into their seats from the drive earlier. Since everything was done, the drive back was quieter. You stare out the window, the gentle rocking of the van making your eyes feel heavy. Your early wake-up was catching up with you as you closed your eyes.

She looks so peaceful and beautiful when she's sleeping.

Dieter’s eyes fell onto Belle watching her as she was fast asleep, head slumped onto the window. He didn't realize the smile he had on his face, but Liz did.

"Hey," she whispers over to him, breaking his trance. "Things are going well, huh?" She motions behind her to where Belle is sleeping.

Dieter nods. "I really like her Lizzie. She's…she's special."

"I know, Dee. I can tell. You seem so happy, look," she pulls out her phone to show him a candid shot she took earlier that day. In the shot, Belle was touching up Dieter's hair, the pair laughing. "She looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky, Dee."

Dieter smiles seeing Belle so happy, but then a flicker of sadness hits his eyes as he rubs the back of his neck. "I don't deserve her Lizzie…all the shit I've done, I'm really trying hard to not fuck it up."

"Can you see yourself with her years from now?"

"I don't want to think about a life without her," he bits his bottom lip, looking back to Belle. "She's everything I've ever wanted."

"Don't overanalyze it, sweetheart, let it happen."

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A/N: If you want to know where my wardrobe inspiration came from for the photo shoot, then I suggest you google “Pedro Pascal GQ Beach” and enjoy the first link. 

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