#[TRY FOR 3 MINUTES] Relaxing Sleep Music • Deep Sleeping

[xblackkurox]

The Neighborhood

Warnings: Smut, fem reader, sub!reader x Dom!Toji, dirty talk, p in v, degradation, penetration, fingering, a bit of oral if you squint, slut shaming, big dick toji, you are doing it while Megumi sleeps, Toji is rough, spitting, unprotected sex (use it!), belly bulge, dacryphilia, cum eating, orgasm denial, Toji is a little mean, nipple play, creampie, breeding kink. I think that's it! Please let me know if I missed something!! And OFC: MINORS DON'T INTERACT!!!! This might be full of grammar mistakes since eng is not my first language, sowy :).

ENJOY BABES <3

In which you arrive to a new building to start a new life. Little do you know what type of neighbors await you.

First off, the older and tired single dad Toji, whom you help out with taking care of his kid a couple of times.

You looked around, hands in your hips. Finally, you say to yourself. It’s been a whole afternoon of unpacking and decorating, but your new apartment is officially done. You just arrived to this new building yesterday, first time living alone, actually first time moving out of your parent’s house. 

The apartment was small, you didn’t really care and even if you did, that’s all you could afford at the moment. Looking at the bright side of it, it was quick to decor.

You wiped away a drop of sweat in your forehead, time for a shower. 

Trail of your clothes to the bathroom, you turned on the shower and choose the artist for today. Arctic Monkeys it is. You enter the shower as the music starts blasting. The fresh water cleaning and relaxing you. The feeling is amazing, this is what freedom tastes like?

You are so immersed in yourself, vibing to the music and enjoying the water running down your body, you don’t even realize there is someone knocking at your door until the slams get hard enough.

Fuck, you swear to yourself. Stepping out of the shower, you grab a towel and wrap it down your body. The knocking getting more and more insistent. You stop the song now playing and hurry to the door, still soaking. 

“Going! Damn…” And you open the door. 

Oh…

Tall, black haired, a scar on the corner of his lip. The too small for him shirt wraps his toned arms and chest, God you can even see his abs through it. His gray eyes looking at you, he’s obviously angry, but he still scans your barely covered body up and down. 

“Turn the damn music down.” His deep voice commands. 

“Why should I?” You raise a brow at him, annoyed that he is rudely scolding you for 10 minutes of some music. He ruined your well deserved relaxing shower. 

He clicks his tongue before talking again, he looks like he’s having a hard time trying to control his tone while speaking. It’s actually pretty intimidating, specially because he is built like a wardrobe. 

“Do you even know what time is it?” Before you answer back, he rises his hand slightly and stops you. “Late.” He states. 

His fingers comb his dark hair back, he looks tired. 

“Look, I live next door, I have a kid, and I’m trying to put him to sleep… So just stop being a brat and tone it down, alright?”

He almost sounds desperate. Your lips press together in an empathic and apologetic expression. 

“I’m sorry, didn’t know. It was just for my shower, so anyw…”

“Nice.” And he left to his still open door. Asshole, I should blast my music even louder now, you think to yourself.

You watch him walk and right before he closes the door to his apartment you see a little black haired kid rubbing his eyes. Well, maybe you behave for the little kid. 

A couple of days later, you are eating some Chinese food in your couch when you hear a knock on the door. You stop scrolling down on your Instagram, put the food down on the table and head to the door. 

When you open it, there’s no one… Until you look down. The little’s kid eyes wandering on the floor, you can see a slight blush on his cheeks. Squatting down to match his height, you tilt your head and give him a soft smile. 

“Hello there… Is something wrong?” He seems a little cautious when talking to you. 

“I can’t get inside the house… Dad is not here.”

“Well, do you know your dad’s number? I can call him.” The kid says no with his head. 

“Ummmm… Alright, you can wait with me until he arrives, I’ll leave him a note on the door. Is that okay?” He nods, he hasn’t looked you once in the eyes yet. 

He follows you into the apartment, you grab a post-it a quickly write there: “Your kid locked himself out of the house, he is with me. Atte: Your brat neighbor next door.” 

Once it’s hooked to their door, you come back to your own house. The black haired child is standing awkwardly in your living room. 

You sit in the couch and tap the place by your side. 

“Sit here, we can watch TV.” He climbs beside you. “So, what’s your name?”

“Megumi…” 

He’s so shy. 

“And where’s dad?” Megumi looks directly at you for the first time. 

“Working.”

“And you are alone?” A nod in response. “ Why were you out of the house?”

His cheeks blushing harshly, he looks away once again. He confesses anyway.

“There was a spider, the door closed.” 

You hold in a laugh. “It’s okay, I am scared of spiders too. Now, are you hungry?”

“No, thank you.” He declines politely. He is way more of a gentleman than his dad.

“You sure? I can order some pizza.” His eyes light up as he looks at you. “Pizza it is, then.”

Little by little, Megumi is loosening up a bit. He becomes more chatty while you eat pizza, he evens smile from time to time. You are getting done with dinner when knocks on the door interrupt you. Must be him.

You stand from the floor where you were with Megumi and walk to the door. The handsome man has the post-it in hand, his head peeks inside to check on the kid. 

“He’s safe and sound, don’t worry.” His eyes lock with yours. 

“Thank you…” He seems sincere.

“Wanna come in? He’s just finishing dinner.” His eyes widen while entering the apartment. 

“Dinner? You didn’t have to…”

“I ordered pizza for me and shared, no big deal” You lie. He side eyes you, probably suspecting that’s not true. 

He squats in front of Megumi. “How you doing kid? You’ve been good to the young lady, I suppose?”

Megumi nods, and shakes off the hand his dad places on his little head. Too focused on the TV. I laugh while sitting on the couch. 

“Have a seat, don’t need to rush him.”

He sits beside you, his legs spread and his elbows on each knee. Your breath gets stuck in your throat for a moment, in this distance you can smell his manly scent. His eyes gaze at you. 

“So, what’s your name, doll?” You answer. “Right, thank you again, y/n.”

You can tell by his deep voice how exhausted he is, so the next sentence you pronounce it carefully. 

“Does Megumi stay alone at home often?” He remains silent for a moment, looking at you. Seemed like he was trying to figure out whether you were judging his parenting or not. Finally, he sighed and brushed back his hair. 

“Nah, only when I work in the afternoons, not happens much… I usually work in the mornings and Megumi is at school.” His eyes looking down at his son, he’s finished with the pizza, but he is still enchanted with the movie on the TV.

You're playing with your own fingers in your lap, clearing your throat before speaking again.

“I could take care of him when that happens, I also work in the mornings.”

“Can’t pay for a babysitter.” He cuts you quickly.

“Wasn’t expecting to get paid. Megumi is a sweet kid, I wouldn’t mind taking care of him.”

The kid is sweet, but the dad is hot as hell.

His gray eyes light up slightly, he is looking so deep into you, you fear he could read your thoughts. He then looks at his son again.

“Hey Megu.” The kid turns his head to his dad with an annoyed grin. “Would you like to spend time here when dad’s not home?”

Megumi’s eyes look at you shortly. “Cool.” He simply answers, thumb up. 

You laugh, a bit flattered with the kid’s approval. Toji sighs and gets up from the couch. 

“Thank you doll. I’ll let you know beforehand each time.” The nickname giving you butterflies in your tummy. 

“Sure.”

Toji grabs Megumi and puts him over his shoulder, walking to the door. The kid whines and demands to keep watching TV.

“Megumi be polite with the pretty girl and thank her.” Megumi obeys his father and mumbles a little “thanks” to you with embarrassment. 

And like that, you became Megumi’s occasional babysitter. 

……

You were laying in Toji’s couch, scrolling through your socials waiting for the man to get home. You putted Megumi to bed a while ago now, since it was already late at night. 

You heard the keys on the lock and then the door opening. Toji’s lazy steps took a while to get into the living room. His eyes gazed at you as he took off his jacket. 

“Comfortable there doll?” Were his first words as his gaze scanned your laying body.

“Megumi is in bed already.” You reply, putting away your phone and looking at him. His black bangs falling on his forehead, gray tired eyes.

“I figured.” He sits on the couch beside your feet. 

“How’s work” You sit up on the couch. 

“Good, actually got some news for you. I’ve been promoted at work, so from now on, ill be able to pay for an actual babysitter. You don’t need to do this no more.” 

You clear your throat slightly before talking, don’t want him to notice the disappointment in your voice. 

“Aw, so this is my last time baby sitting Megu?” He nods. “Hope I can still come around to hang out with him sometime.”

“I’m sure he would love that.” Would you? The question gets stuck in your chest. 

“Well…” You say while getting up. “It’s been a pleasure-”

“Come sit on my lap.” He pats his thighs with his big hand. 

“Wait… What?” You’re actually not sure if he said those words or your brain is playing a trick on you. Either way, you go red in your cheeks.

“You’ve heard me, sit on my lap.” Alright, he said that. You stay still. “Know you want it, so don’t make me repeat myself again.” 

His voice sounds demanding and slightly annoyed. Even if you didn't want to, it would be hard to disobey him. Good for you that you wanted. 

With shaky legs, you sit astride on his lap, your hands finding his hard chest for balance. 

Now that you’ve obeyed him, his expression softens considerably. The scar on the corner of his mouth deforming into a mischievous smirk.

“There you go. Now don’t be so shy, I’ve seen how you look at me.” His big hand cups your face, his thumb gently rubbing your hot cheek. “Huh? Where did all your confidence go all of a sudden? Just wanna pay you back for taking care of my kiddo.”

The rough palm of his free hand teasing from your knee up your thigh, finding its way under your sporty shorts. Grabbing your ass cheek with no shame. Your legs tremble on top of him, your lips part as if to moan. 

Toji lets out a mean chuckle before lifting you from your lap and throwing you back on the couch, you gasp as your back touches de cushions. The man wastes no time as he towers you and slides both your shorts and panties off your legs in a smooth motion. 

“Oh? Toji!” Your voice coming out high-pitched. 

“You better keep it quiet, doll face.” He spreads wide open your shaky legs. “Don’t wanna wake up Megumi now, don’t ya?”

Next thing you feel is two of his thick long fingers forcing its way inside of you, stretching you open. “W-wait.” You plead, trying to keep your voice lower this time. 

“For what? You're already soaking wet, darling.” His palm smacks against your clit with each thrust, splashing your juices all over your belly and thighs. 

“Fuuuuck-” A whine leaving your lips as he slides in another finger. 

“Stop complaining, doin this for your own good.” He scissors and stretches you open, his thumb playing and rubbing in circular movements on your swollen button. With his other hand, he pulls your shirt over your bare breasts.

“Of course, not wearing bra, like the little whore you are.” He takes your nipple between his thumb and his index, pinching and pulling from it. You hiss, he’s too harsh. “You thought I was not gonna catch how your nipples always peek through your slutty clothes? Or maybe that’s exactly what ya wanted…” 

He spits in your unattended breast right before spreading his saliva around your boob with his tongue. Your back arches when he teases with his teeth. Your hand covering your mouth, muffling soft moans. 

Your hips start to roll back against his hand, a familiar tension building up in your stomach. By now, you already need to be biting on your fingers, so your pornographic sounds don’t get too loud. That’s when he pulls his thick, calloused fingers out from your pussy. 

“You’re only cumming on my dick.” He sentences. “Now take off that shirt, don’t want it covering your pretty tits.”

As you do so, he also takes off his shirt. Exposing his very much toned torso, tell me about pretty tits. His gaze checking out your naked and spread body as he pulls down his trousers and boxers to his knees. 

“Wait.” Your eyes widen.

You are no scared virgin, but you can’t deny the little sense of anxiety that settles in your chest when you see his size. Now you understand what he meant by that doing this for your own good comment.

“There’s no way that’s going to fit in.” Your voice coming out tremulous. His face turning into an almost cynical expression. 

“Bet it does.” Your legs spread wider by his hands. By this point, it’s not even necessary, he just wants to see your soaking cunt on display for him. “And you're gonna take it with no nagging, got it?”

He doesn't even wait for an answer, a nod, some sort of approval. No, he is already pushing his thick and long cock pass your folds. 

The sting of pain is immediate, making you shed some tears. 

“Fuck Toji! It hurts!” His hand going to your mouth like a slap, except he keeps it there. Covering right under your nose, muffling any sound and pinning your head to the couch. You can taste yourself in the skin of his palm.

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” Threatening and deep voice, it shouldn’t turn you on so much. 

Your eyes shut as he stretches you open and fills you up like you’ve never been before. He is looking down, watching how stuffed you are with his dick, a little bulge poking in your belly. 

He moves, sliding himself out until just his fat tip is in, only to thrust all of him back in. Over and over again. The hand on your mouth, already wet with your tears and drool. 

His jaw is clenched, growling in a predatory way. 

“Don’t be so dramatic doll, from the way your sensitive cunt is throbbing and sucking me in I can tell you like it.”

He sets a fast pace, and finally he stops muzzling you. He chuckles when he sees your expression, watching how he already turned you into a whimpering mess. 

Both his hands going to grip your waist, pushing your body down to meet his brutal ramming. He is gonna leave bruises there. It hurts, but it hurts so good.

“Nnnnnngh- so full-”  Your fingers are grabbing the cushions, holding in for dear life. 

“Fuck- I didn't think you were going to be so tight… Based on how slutty you look.” 

Drops of sweat running down his pectorals to his abs, his skin shiny, just like yours must look too. Your breasts bouncing up and down with the back and forth of his hips. 

Each time, being harder to swallow your own moans, as the pain fades away and the intense pleasure of being full replaces it. 

Toji is fucking you out of your senses, losing consciousness of where you are and, of course, of how loud you are being. 

He pulls out for a second, flipping you on your stomach, his hands pulling your hips up, making your knees bend. Ass up for him. “Bite the damn cushion, since you can’t be fucking quiet.”

At first, you don’t do it, but when he thrusts back in, his pelvis smacking your booty cheeks, you hurry to grab a cushion and stuff your mouth with it. 

You can hear him chuckle meanly behind you, hands massaging and spreading your ass as he keeps charging against you.

The plushie muffling your struggled cries. 

“That’s it… next time we fuckin at your place, gonna make you bounce on my dick and be as loud as you want, alright doll face? Wanna hear those sweet whimpers of yours.” You turn your face to look at him over your shoulder, nodding. You look so fucked up, a stray tear rolling down your blushed cheek. That view only fuels Toji’s lust, he goes harder and reaches deeper. 

One of his hands wrap around your hair and yanks you up, your back pressed against his board chest. His other hand goes to your neck, choking you slightly. Not enough to leave you breathless, but enough to keep your sounds at bay. 

Like this, he reaches too deep, hitting your cervix over and over again. You are getting closer, dangerously quickly. Your eyes roll back, and your hands search something to grip desperately, finding his forearms to dig your nails on. 

“Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last long.” You weren’t even doing that on purpose, you weren’t doing anything voluntary right now. Your mind too far gone to have any type of control over your body. 

“Gonna cum inside, you are so sweet to my kid bet you would be a good mama huh? Want me to put a baby in you?” 

You definitely not wanted to be a mother right now, but those words hit something primal within you. You nodded, head falling back in his shoulder. 

“Yeah! Fill me up!” His grip in your throat and waist tighten after your words, the ramming so animalistic pushing you over the edge. 

Your eyes rolling back, toes curling, whole body spasming, mouth wide open letting go hoarse and struggled babbling. 

Toji cums right after, with some final sloppy thrusts. Filling your insides with his seed. 

“Fuck- taking me so good-”

He lets go of you after a moment, causing you to fall to your previous position, back arched and ass lifted, eyes shut while you pant. Toji watches in delight how the mix of his cum and your juices drool out of you. The view enough to make him hard again. 

“You alright there doll face?” His voice was hoarse and sounded out of breath. His hands wrapped around your waist to flip you around. He chuckled at your fucked out expression. 

You bat your wet eyelashes at him, finally coming back to reality, a little nod to his question. 

“Good. Now, how many times you’ve taken care of Megumi?”

You tilt your head, confused by the sudden question and still gasping for air. 

“Like five?” 

With a nod, he crawled back in the couch, lowering in between your thighs. His tongue sticking out and lapping at your sensitive cunt. Recollecting the mix of both your cums. You squirm and hiss, overstimulated.

“Four more and we’ll be even.”

[httpdwaekki]

migraine | b.c.

summary: you were known to have pretty intense migraines but chan is there to help you feel better.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: no warnings, just pure fluff, tad bit of hurt/ comfort, sweet channie as always, and in true ashton fashion far too many petnames lmao. very lightly proofread (p.s. i am in my wolfchan lover arc, need him immediately.)

a/n: omg ashton got lost in the sauce again? * gasp* shocker! yeah this took me way too long to write but whatever. i actually don't hate this which is crazy but this is self indulgent because i get some pretty intense, nasty migraines that can last a couple days and it sucks. but if you suffer from the same thing i hope this can bring you some comfort and also i recommend a gel cap that you put in the freezer. an actual game changer, trust. anyway, i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

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you had some pretty nasty migraines, no secret to you or chan. they last anywhere from a few hours to a few days and while there were things to help lessen the pain and pressure, sometimes you just had to ride it out.

this was unfortunately one of those times. now usually you would call chan as soon as you felt the first telltale sign of a migraine . this time however, you didn’t, you knew he was busy with work and didn’t want to interfere with that. but you were selfishly starting to regret that decision as everything you were doing did nothing to help.

it seemed like everything did nothing but increase the pressure in your head, spreading to your face. in a last ditch effort to get some sleep you put on some migraine music, pressed a cold compress to your eyes and pulled wolfchan to your chest.

the soft plushie smelled faintly of chan’s cologne, the only thing actually helping you relax. but it also made you miss the aussie man, wishing he was by your side, rubbing your temples, softly lulling you to sleep.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt a warm tear drip down to your neck. you knew you had to calm down or you risk making everything worse but you couldn’t. you were overwhelmed by the pressure in your head and frustrated with nothing helping to release it.

you felt selfish and guilty but you knew you needed chan, you felt like you were going insane without him. hesitantly you moved the compress from your eyes, grabbing your phone.

despite the brightness being on the lowest possible setting, you felt a sharp pain behind your eye as the screen turned on. you unlocked your phone, clicking chan’s contact, you quickly typed out a message.

to channie <3 :

hi, i’m so sorry to ask but i really don’t know what else to do, i have a migraine and nothing's helping. i know you're working but is there anyway when you finish up at the studio you could come over? even for a little bit, if not i totally get it, just thought i’d ask, love you bug.

you hit send, locking your phone, placing it on the soft sheets, placing the compress back over your eyes. a few minutes passed before you felt your phone buzz beside you. you move the cold compress once more, bracing yourself for the light from your phone.

from channie <3:

can you call me jagi? i don’t want you to keep looking at your phone screen, love you too sweet girl.

you click his contact once more, hitting the little phone icon next to his name causing the calming music to stop, a loud ringing replacing it. this caused you to wince and quickly lower the volume before putting it on speaker so you could place the cooling pack back over your eyes.

it didn’t take long before he picked up. “hi my baby, what’s going on?” he asked softly.

“my head hurts,” you started, words slightly slurred. “it’s really bad channie.” you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “i’ve tried everything and nothing’s working, i don’t know what to do.” you softly cried, tears making their way down your cheeks once more.

“okay angel okay, take a deep breath, i need you to relax for me okay? i know it hurts but it’s gonna hurt worse if you’re upset.” you hear rustling in the background.

“i’m just finishing up a few things here and then i’m gonna head over, okay sweetheart?” you respond with a soft whimper, followed by a quiet, “okay.” you press the pack further into your eyes, chasing the coolness that is quickly leaving the gel filled pack.

“do you want me to stay on the phone with you till i get there?” he asks softly, packing his bag.

“yes, please.” you mumbled. “okay baby, just keep breathing and focus on me, okay? i’m gonna pick up some food on the way too, okay?” you hummed in response, rolling over, pushing the soft plushie to your cheek, breathing in the familiar scent.

“everything okay?” you hear changbin ask in the background. “yeah, y/n has a migraine, so i’m going to help her.” chan responds.

“oh no, i hope she feels better, let us know if you guys need anything.” you hear han chime in, your heart swelling at the boys concern.

“will do, thank you, i’ll see you guys later.” you hear him open the studio door making his way into the hallway.

“you still with me, jagi?” he asks softly. “yeah, i’m here.” face squished into the soft fabric. “alright sweetheart, i’m gonna mute for a bit just until i get to my car, okay?” he asks, the elevator dings in the background, signaling its arrival.

“okay.” you say sleepily. “i love you baby, i’ll be right back.” you hear him press a button in the elevator. “love you too bub.” your words slurring slightly.

after chan muted, you felt yourself slowly succumb to the exhaustion, phone positioned next to you on the sheets, wolfchan tucked safely against your cheek, you, curled up in a soft blanket .

that is exactly how chan found you about 25 minutes later as he walked in your room, the space dimly lit by the oil diffuser sitting on your bedside table. he left the take-out bags sitting on your kitchen counter, fresh compress and cold water in hand. he gently places the water on your desk, making his way over to you.

he grabs your phone, ending the call before turning off the relaxing music. he sits next to your sleeping form, gently taking the warm pack off your face. he places a kiss on your forehead before placing the fresh compress on your eyes.

you tense for a moment, before relaxing as the cold begins to relieve the tension once more. you stir awake from the sudden change in temperature. “channie?” you asked, sleep laced in your voice.

he places a hand on your hips, his thumb rubbing soothing circles to the area. “hi, my baby,” he whispers. “how are you feeling hm?” he asks, continuing the soothing motion. you move the cool pack, grabbing his free hand, in this lap, threading your fingers together before placing a kiss on the back of his.

“better now that you’re here.” you murmured, giving him a small smile. he smiled back before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i got you some ramen, i’m gonna go grab it for you okay?” you nodded, him standing, still keeping your hand in his. he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before placing the compress back over your eyes, grabbing the warm one to put back in the freezer .

he gives your hand a light squeeze before walking away. you relax into the soft mattress below you while chan goes to grab the hot soup and some medicine just in case.

he walks in with the tray, setting it on your desk next to the cold water collecting condensation on the wood below it. he makes his way over to you, sitting next to you once again, gently lifting the pack off your eyes. “there she is,” he placed a hand on your cheek, setting the compress next to you.

“hi baby.” he smiled, softly stroking your cheek. you give him a small smile back before turning your head slightly to place a kiss to his palm. “can you sit up for me please?” you nod softly before slowly moving to lean against the wall behind you.

“careful jagi.” he whispered, quickly placing a hand behind your head. “thank you, bug.” you mumble, adjusting the pillows behind you, placing wolfchan in your lap . chan stands up once more, placing the water on the tray before bringing it over to you.

“thank you, chan, you really didn’t have to do all this.” you say, guilt creeping up on you once again. he shakes his head. “nope, none of that. i’m your boyfriend, this is my job.” he places the tray on your lap, taking his place next to you once again.

“plus, i love taking care of you. if you need me, i’m there. any time, any place, simple as that.” your heart swells, you feel a lump form in the back of your throat. “you can’t say stuff like that when i’m like this, i’ll cry.” you play with the plushie’s ears before feeling a finger lift your chin.

“i love you, and i’ll always be here for you, no matter where either of us are, okay?” he said, looking into your eyes, with nothing but love and sincerity. you nod, “i love you too.” he smilled, carefully leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead.

“now, you need to eat, i got your favorite.” he says, picking up the hot soup, opening the lid, before separating the chopsticks. he dips the wooden sticks in the soup, giving it a stir before grabbing some of the noodles.

he gently blows on the steaming noodles before offering it to you, container under it to catch any dripping soup. you giggle, “you know i can feed myself right?” he frowns, pushing the noodles and container closer to you. “eat.”

you smile before opening your mouth, accepting the food he so generously offered you. a smile made it’s way onto his face, feeding you a few more bites. he placed the container back down, chopsticks resting in the soup, before grabbing the medicine and water.

“take these.” he placed them in your hand, opening the water as you dropped the pills in your mouth. he hands you the water, watching as you greedly gulp down the cool beverage. “ how are you feeling, angel?” he asks gently.

“it still hurts but i think eating and drinking definitely helped.” you smiled, handing him the bottle. “ good, i’m glad. eat a few more bites then we’ll lay down, okay?” he says, picking up the soup once more.

you end up finishing the ramen before he grabs the tray and the now warm compress. “do you want a cold one?” he asks holding up the pack.

“yes please.” you nod slightly. “okay, get comfy, i’ll be right back jagi.” you smile laying back down as he leaves the room.

he comes back, shortly after, with a fresh compress and another bottle of water. he places the water next to your diffuser, placing the compress over your eyes. he circles the bed, climbing under the covers.

he lays down, pulling you into him, placing your head on his chest. you place your arm around his wait, hand slipping under his shirt, rubbing your thumb across his soft skin.

he brings his hand up, rubbing soft circles on your temples, placing kiss on the top of your head. “sleep jagi, we can shower when you wake up okay?’ you nod slightly against him.

“thank you, channie. i love you, more than you know.” you mumble, tightening your arms around him. “i love you too baby, i’ll always take care of you, okay?” placing one last kiss to your hair.

that’s how you stayed for the rest of the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms. the pressure in your head, slowly releasing, finally able to relax.

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Summer Glow-Up Guide

Summer vacations have started for most people, meaning it's the perfect time to start working on yourself, adopt new habits and improve your health. You guys asked me for a glow-up guide, so here we go! <3

Eating healthier, let's be real; we all know that the first step to a healthy glow a healthy diet is. Try adding some smoothies, proteins (like yogurt, chicken, tofu...), and healthy fats (avocados, nuts...) to your meals.

Skincare. Now is the perfect time to try some new products! My favorite brands are The Ordinary, La Roche Posay, Pixi, Lancome, and Neutrogena.

Meditation, 5-10 minutes in the morning, is enough; it helps you to focus, calm down and be mindful. You can find guided meditation videos on youtube.

New Hairstyle, get a new haircut, and try some new styles! (inspo on my Pinterest)

Journaling, I started journaling not too long ago and love it! It helps me plan my day and get things out of my mind.

Haircare, get a trim, and say bye to your split ends! you can also try some new products; I personally like Lush and Olaplex. (let me know if you want a long hair guide <3)

Practice your make-up skills! Something that helped me improve was practicing right before I shower, so I can just wash it off!

Deep cleaning room, vacuum, clean your windows, empty your trash, and so on...

Get a manicure, I'm personally a long acrylics type of girl, but even if that's not your thing, a simple manicure makes a HUGE difference. Clean nails are a must!!

Drinking more, I probably don't have to tell you that, lol.

Self-tan contour, not having to wear make-up is such a flex so let's just fake that make-up-less beauty by contouring with self-tanner ;)

New outfits that fit, it's time to get some new stuff that makes you feel beautiful and confident!

Exercising and getting toned feels awesome! try some youtube workouts; my favorites are from Daisy Keech, she's so sweet <3

New jewelry, get some cute signature pieces; you can also look for some unique pieces while on vacation and keep them as memories.

Fresh Instagram feed, go and takes some pictures! You can look for inspiration on my Pinterest; I have a board called 'Pictures to recreate' that might be helpful!

Find a signature scent; this is something fun you can do with your friends! Go to Sephora and just try perfumes until you find one that fits you.

Sleep schedule, even though it's tempting to stay up late, now is the perfect time to fix your sleep schedule.

Go out every day, go for a walk, listen to a podcast, take some pictures, you know it...

Read more; it really calms your mind and helps you relax.

Facemasks, I do facemasks at least twice a week

Be nicer

Down below I also listed some 'Challange Days' that you can try when you don't have anything planned and don't want to waste your day!

•┈••✦ Self-care-day ✦••┈•

meditate + exercise

bubble bath

exfoliate

shave (if you like)

hair care

skincare (morning + evening)

try the self-tan contour

get your nails done

lotion

healthy meals

don't skip breakfast (My favorite meal!)

read Something

call a friend

go on a walk + listen to music or a podcast

track your water intake

go to sleep early

•┈••✦ Deep clean day ✦••┈•

throw away everything that doesn't fit you anymore

throw away old makeup (IT CAN EXPIRE)

change your bed sheets

vacuumed the floor

clean your windows

clean every surface

empty your trash

re-organize your closet

do your laundry

clean all your shoes

delete all the apps you don't use

clean your camera roll

get a carpet cleaner and clean your carpets

wash all your pillowcases

As always, please feel free to add more suggestions and ideas in the comment section! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[chrisevansonly]

That’s My Boy

pairing: chris evans x female reader

summary: visiting jimmy fallon was one of chris’s favourite kinds of interviews to do, especially when he gets to brag about his wife and kids

warnings: some backstory of bad marriage but other than that none!

a/n: thank you to the anon that requested this! I did change a few things but I hope this is still okay!

Deep down Chris secretly like doing talk shows especially if he got to sat down with Jimmy Fallon, who was one of his favourite hosts, never failing to bring lots of laughs and lots of smiles to his face. Though he could have you to thank for that as you sat off to the side, your son Noah asleep against the baby bump that was steadily growing every day. Noah wasn’t biologically Chris’s having come from a different relationship, one that wasn’t safe or healthy for either of you, but he loved Noah with everything in him, and couldn’t imagine life without the two of you by his side. 

When you caught him looking you threw him a smile and a small wave, knowing they were on commercial break he mouthed a silent ‘I love you’ your way, your cheeks flushing before turning your attention back to the 3 year old who was now snoring softly. When the music picked up Chris focused his attention back onto Jimmy and they jumped into promotion for his new movie, as well as future goals and projects. 

“So, I have a question for you, well only if you want to answer it of course”

Chris nodded 

“Sure, sure” 

“Okay, now this is quite literally the cutest photo I think I’ve seen in a long time; I was wondering if we could have some backstory on this moment...”

Jimmy turned a card around and it showed Noah curled up with Dodger who had his nose resting against your stomach, the sun was peeking through the living room and there was a cartoon playing on the tv, instantly Chris smiled before clearing his throat 

“Yeah, I remember that morning because 5 minutes later it was chaos” 

Laughter filled the audience, and even you couldn’t hold back the laugh, the memories so vivid in your mind at just how crazy that day truly had been 

“This is your son Noah, right?” 

“Yep, that would be Noah, though he was two in that photo, now he’s three, so getting bigger everyday” 

Chris paused to take a sip of water and then continued 

“Noah loves Dodger, I mean they’re best buddies those two, get into all sorts of trouble, I swear they are two peas in a pod” 

“Ah so they get into just about everything then?”

Chris laughed with Jimmy 

“Oh yeah, you name anything, and they’ve probably gotten into it, but Noah loves to cuddle with him and-and just spend time lounging around the house with his mom too, so the morning I took this was just after I got back from a run and they were all bundled up on the couch, it was too sweet for words.” 

A smile spread across Jimmy’s face as he ‘awed’ gently

“You and your wife, Y/N, are expecting another baby soon too, right?” 

Chris glanced at you before looking back over 

“Yes, we are, they are due I believe it’s September 3rd or sometime around there”

“That’s very exciting, congratulations to you both!”

“Thank you, thank you, we are really excited” 

Jimmy and Chris continued to talk about a few things before they wrapped up the show, he was quick to find you and Noah instantly reaching out to take the sleeping toddler into his arms, so you didn’t have to hold him anymore.

“You did great out there, I like seeing you that happy and relaxed” 

Smiling up at him he leaned down to press his lips to yours softly before pulling back to wrap an arm around your waist, leading you out to the car waiting to take you back to your hotel. 

“I’m always happy and relaxed when you guys get to come, and of course talking about Noah and my wife who just so happens to look absolutely beautiful tonight, helps to brighten the mood” 

“Trying to butter me up Evans?”

“Hmm maybe, is it working?”

You laughed stopping to give him one more kiss 

“A little…”

Chris helped you into the car before setting Noah in his car seat and making sure he was strapped in properly before the blacked-out SUV pulled away from the curb. He would never understand how he got so lucky to be loved by you and to have his own little family, something he used to dream about but never thought he’d ever get. So, as you headed towards your hotel, no doubt to enjoy some New York take out and a cheesy romance movie, he couldn’t help but thank whoever brought you and Noah to him, and now a soon to be brother or sister to Noah. Chris had never felt luckier, and it was all thanks to you and Noah. 

[seventeenficsformalereader]

Sleep ;Dokyeom

M/N can't sleep, so Dokyeom helps him.

Contains: Male x male, cuddling, 14th member reader

Genre: Fluff

~Not requested~

Song • Same dream, same mind, same night - SEVENTEEN

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M/N was in his room like usually. The Seventeen members have been on a little holiday. They had worked hard in the past few months and the manager decided to give them a little break. It was currently midnight, that's why M/N was laying on his bed while listening to some music from his ear pods. He couldn't sleep at the moment because his thoughts wouldn't let him. His mind was racing faster than any vehicle could ever go. M/N tried different comfortable positions on his bed that could help him fall asleep, but none were good enough. He also felt too warm. He tried taking off the blanket, but it didn't help the situation. He even took off his shirt and laid on his bed in a starfish position (like Vernon lol) but it didn't help either.

M/N was unsure of how he could get sleep at this point. The window was open and the sound of soft rain was heard from outside. M/N tried listening to it; maybe it would help him relax. He took off his ear pods and listened to the rain. Well, he was wrong again. M/N turned around on his other side again and opened his eyes to see the lights on in the hallway from under his door. He wondered who it was, but was too tired to get up and see.

wait...

Tired. M/N felt tired. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was laying in the same position for about 3 minutes until his eyes opened. He couldn't keep them closed and he sighed out of frustration.

M/N decided to get up and throw his shirt back on. He was now dressed in an over sized white t-shirt and a pair of black pajama shorts. He walked to his door and opened it. The light of the hallway was still on and he wondered who turned it on. M/N walked into the kitchen and saw Seokmin who was drinking warm milk. A weird thing he usually does if he can't sleep.

"What are you doing still awake?" Seokmin spoke as he sipped his drink. "I could ask the same from you" M/N said and leaned against the counter while not drawing his gaze away from Seokmin. He looked rather sleepy. "I couldn't get sleep." Seokmin answered M/N and he nodded in response "Same" He said and Seokmin set the mug down "Why not?" "It's too hot in my room." M/N answered and sighed a bit "My room's cold. Why don't you come there?" Seokmin said and M/N raised an eyebrow

"Is this your way of asking me to come sleep with you?" M/N said teasingly and smiled a bit "I-" Seokmin started, but then gave up before even trying to make up an excuse. "Yes" He answered quietly and looked down at his hands M/N let out a slight laugh. "How could i say no? You said your room is cold so i'm more than glad to come there." Seokmin looked happy after M/N accepted his request and quickly washed the mug before grabbing M/N's hand and taking him to his room.

"Okay, you can choose which side you want of my bed" Seokmin said and waited for M/N to lay down. M/N laid on the left side of the bed which was also the side that was next to the wall. Seokmin laid besides M/N and put the blanket over them both. "Can we cuddle?" Seokmin asked as he got a bit closer to M/N. "sure" He answered quietly and opened his arms so Seokmin could get in between them. M/N put a hand around Seokmins shoulder while the other was around his torso. Seokmins arm was under M/N's neck and the other was around him. They were laying in a very comfortable position, a comfortable one enough that M/N felt sleepy. He closed his eyes while holding Seokmin in a tight embrace and listening to his calm and slow breath. <3

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[erikahenningsen]

Regina takes up 2/3 of the bed but it works for them because Cady sleeps curled up in a little ball. Regina hates having to sleep without Cady because sometimes she has nightmares and she always feels guilty about calling Cady in the middle of the night.

Now, please do this 😔🙏, or if you could, elaborate more. I'm currently in the midst of brainrot.

#grad school universe / Angie's fic

Regina wakes up just as the bus is about to hit her, breathing hard.

For a moment, she's completely disoriented, before she realizes she's in her bed, her apartment dark and silent.

Regina presses a hand to her forehead and finds it tacky with sweat, and her throat is a bit tender. She wonders if she had been screaming in her sleep. That's happened before—and completely scared the shit out of Cady the first time.

Cady.

Instinctively, Regina reaches to Cady's side of the bed, and finds it cold and empty. Right. Cady is at her apartment in New Haven. Regina is still getting used to spending more nights apart than together. She'd never tell Cady, but she thinks the nightmares have become more frequent as a result.

Regina wants to call Cady. She needs to hear her voice. It's the only thing that slows her heart, which is still pounding inside her chest with panic. But it's the middle of the night, and Cady has class in the morning.

Regina rolls over and tries to ignore it, to will herself back to sleep—or at least into a calmer state. But every time she closes her eyes, all she sees is Cady staring at her with horror as the bus plows into her body. Sometimes, in the dreams, the bus hits Cady instead. Those are the worst ones.

After a couple of minutes of trying to relax by sheer force of will, Regina tries deep breathing. She tries listening to some calming music. She even tries a free meditation video on YouTube, even though she thinks it's stupid. But she doesn't feel even a little bit better.

Before she can overthink it, she taps on Cady's contact and holds her breath as the phone rings.

Just as Regina thinks the call is going to time out, Cady picks up. The screen is dark, but Regina can make out part of Cady's face on the screen.

"Regina?" Cady mumbles sleepily. She squints against the light of her phone. "You okay?"

"Hi, baby," Regina whispers. She feels guilt flare in her stomach at Cady's sleepy face, but she already feels less like she's having a heart attack.

Cady runs a hand down her face. "Did you have a bad dream?" she asks.

Regina cringes a little at the wording—it makes it sound like she's four years old—but now is not the time.

"Yeah," Regina says. "I just needed to see you."

Cady makes a vague gesture that might be a wave. "Here I am."

"And so beautiful, as always," Regina says. She's always found it quite unfair how Cady looks gorgeous all the time, even in the middle of the night.

"I love you," Cady says, with so much affection that Regina physically aches to be with her. "I'm glad you're alive."

"Me, too," Regina says. "Most of the time."

Cady makes a displeased noise, and Regina knows if it weren't the middle of the night and they weren't in separate states Cady would insist on having A Conversation about the most of the time part.

For a few moments, Regina just looks at Cady's face. Well, more like half of her face. At a weird angle. But her breathing has returned almost to normal, and she isn't trembling anymore.

"I'm gonna fall asleep," Cady admits, eyelids drooping, "but I'll leave my phone on."

"Good night," Regina says. "I love you."

Cady kisses the tips of her fingers and taps them against the screen as her eyes close.

It'll have to do, for now.

[joels-shitty-puns]

Pins and Needles - Chapter 1

Pairing: Post-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader

Series Summary: Joel has known you for several years, but it was always strictly business, which was easier and preferred. However, after you run into him in Jackson, avoiding him is more of a challenge than you'd like.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Mention of masturbation. Kissing. Age gap, reader is 39/40 Joel is 56/57. Violence!!! This features outbreak day memories. Blood, stabbing, cannibalism, death, infected. An airplane crash. Spoilers from season 1 of TLOU HBO. Deaths from that season are mentioned. Nightmares. Angst/tension. Let me know if I missed anything!!

Other stuff: Reader is referred to by the nickname Needles, but other than that descriptors are avoided! Reader is fem.

This series was based on these two anon requests! Here and here

Series list: Here

Word count: 1.1K

You woke with a start, panic surging through your body, your breaths coming out short, sharp, and ragged. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears.

It's okay. It was another nightmare. You're safe. You're okay.

But are you? Are you ever really safe? Sure, you currently lay in your comfortable Jackson bed, but we all know what lies beyond the borders. The reason for the nightmares that plague every night of sleep since outbreak day. The day of your first killing. The first of many. The one that you'll never truly get over. The reason you got your nickname, which you loathe. 

Needles.

That's what they call you.

Needles.

When you first earned the nickname, you tried to say no. “Please don't use that name. Anything else,” you begged.

But you were just told “you should use a nickname to protect yourself, and Needles is fitting. It makes you sound tough. That's good. Not everyone is trustworthy in this world.” Little did you know, at the time, the one saying that to you was the one that wasn't trustworthy.

But he called you Needles. He introduced you as Needles. It spread, and soon, others called you Needles. You tried to discourage it the first few years, but everyone used it and eventually you gave up. They thought it was a tough sounding name, and in a way, it is. Whether you knew the background or not, people thought it was “sick” and “badass.” So, forced with the name, you tried to separate it from the reason you earned it. Shut it away into that little spot deep inside your soul that holds all the trauma of this world. 

Now you just try to avoid introductions. But on days that it becomes insistent, you simply say “people call me Needles.”

Nobody ever cares enough to ask “what do you prefer to go by?” So instead, you accept that your birth name is another dead thing in this world. Like everyone you've ever truly cared about. Another dead thing like music, movies, laughter, and joy. Or like romance… something you never have really, truly, been able to experience.

But that wasn't important anymore. Now, it was just wake up, survive, eat, sleep, repeat. No joy, no love, no relaxation.

You let out a sigh, rolling over in bed and reading the clock on your wall. 3 AM. Too early to wake up, but the thoughts wouldn't stop haunting you. You squeezed your eyes together, trying to force out the nightmare that follows you in your wake. But it doesn't really work. It never does. The dark circles and bags under your eyes are simply a part of your appearance now, like their own genetic feature, same as your eye color or nose shape.

After what felt like about an hour, but was really only fifteen minutes, you slumped out of bed; tired, achy, and cold. The usual three. At least you have hot running water and soap now. If you can't sleep, maybe a bath will help.

It had been about two weeks since you were taken in at Jackson. The first week, you were kept on watch. Tommy and the others feared you may be a health concern to yourself. Maria stayed with you for a while, but now that you seemed safe on your own, you were able to stay by yourself in the “comfort” of your own cabin. Alone, like always.

This week, you spent all your time alone, only leaving the house for meals in the town cafeteria; picking it up, avoiding eye contact, and carrying it back home, not wanting to socialize with anyone. Next week you would be responsible for picking up duties in town, but Tommy was kind enough to let you find your ground before putting you to work.

They really were nice people. They seemed to care for their community. They helped each other, they worked together to make the town great. Everyone had a role and a place. Everyone was treated like family.

It made you want to escape as soon as possible. You couldn't bear it. Faking like everything was fine when it fucking wasn't.

_____

If there's one thing you've learned over the past twenty years, it's that everyone reaches their breaking point eventually.

Two weeks ago, you had been stumbling through the forest. You were starving, freezing, bordering on frostbite and hypothermia. Days before, you had narrowly escaped your camp after raiders had passed through and killed all of your fellow travelers. You made it out alive, barely, having been “lucky” enough to have ventured off the path to hunt for a couple hours. When you came back, they were torturing your group. You snuck up, pulling your gun and killing them. Unfortunately, it wasn't before seeing the light fade from the eyes of your makeshift crew, having lost enough blood from the attacks.

You always knew that humanity was sick. Doomed to its own demise. You also knew deep down that if needed, you could harm someone to defend yourself and your loved ones. Always viewed as the sweet, innocent girl in your friend groups, whenever you said something about violence or hating people, it was laughed at. You could never harm a fly. 

Flash forward to today, that innocent young girl is gone. The blood on your hands feels permanently stained. The deaths you've watched are uncountable.

This was your breaking point.

Your whole adult life and part of your childhood had been subjected to this world - this shit hole of a planet after the fungus took over. You told yourself a long time ago to not make bonds with other people. But even the deaths of those you didn't particularly care about, those that were only with you by convenience, weighed on you. And so, without any will to live, no hope for a better future, you trudged through the snow, hoping to die. Whether it was infected, hunger, thirst, or frost, you were ready for the nightmare to end.

It was at your near demise when you were stopped by a group of men on horseback. They questioned you about your status, sending a dog to verify that you weren't sick like you claimed.

But when the dog returned to the man you now know is Tommy, letting him know you were healthy, you begged him to kill you. 

He refused.

You sank to your knees in the snow, body heavy with exhaustion, both physical and mental. Your eyes focused on the ground in front of you, trying not to cry, when you heard the shuffling of hooves, a few horse grunts, and a man’s voice. “Needles?” The man asked, surprise heard in his voice.

You looked up, recognizing the low timbre instantly. You'd be able to recognize him anywhere. The stranger you had known for years. 

Joel. Fucking. Miller.

[kestrel2001]

Your Voice | JAKE

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night from a bad nightmare and you end up discovering something new from Jake Lockley ☾

Why did nobody told me this was out??? Oscar Isaac and Gaby Moreno singing Luna de Xelajú

IMPORTANT AN: I don’t have DID, I’ve only done the basic amount of research and have watched videos of systems talking about their experience, this is not an accurate depiction of DID. Either way, let me know if I messed up, I’m open to learn and I don’t want to be disrespectful ♥

Pairing: Moonknight system x GN! reader. Mainly Jake x Reader

( Finally changed it so it can be read as Gender Neutral! Enjoy!!)

Warnings// Not an accurate depiction of DID, mention of the system. That’s all, I believe <3

Let me know if I missed something!

Word count: 1k+

A loud thunder made your heart jump for the hundredth time in less than a minute, you could’ve blamed the storm for waking you up, but the truth wasn’t as simple.

You looked around the apartment and noticed a faint yellow light coming from the living room that slipped through the bookshelves.

The lump in your throat turned speaking into a shore, it took you longer than expected to let out a single word without the fear of crying. “Honey?”

The rain was unstoppable and it easily covered the sound of your voice, you wrapped one of the blankets around your body while you tried to make some sense of the nightmare you just had, as if it wasn’t enough, it was replaying again and again in your head, something that felt so real as you slept and so ridiculous as you woke up, you walked with your hands still shaking, wondering if Jake would be the one fronting when you found them, he was the one that wished you good night after all.

Although, most times you would find Steven up reading or Marc watching TV, just then realizing you didn’t know what Jake did when he couldn’t sleep. Your steps were faster anytime you remembered any part of your nightmare.

You found them sitting comfortably on a chair, with their headphones on, scrolling through music with an adorable small smile. Just watching them relaxing, and obviously happy with whatever song they were listening to made you calm down a bit, you took a step forward, already having an idea of who might be fronting.

“Jake?” You wanted to make sure it was him, he noticed your presence and let the headphones fall on his neck, giving you a little nod.

“What happened, corazón?” His brows came together as he made his way to you, noticing you were shaking. 

“Can you come back to bed with me? Just for a bit” you wrapped your arms around his waist and he held your face with the delicacy only a few people got to see in him. “I had a dumb nightmare” you admitted with a sigh and held closer onto him.

“Ugh, I hate nightmares” He muttered raising his upper lip in disgust, you were about to say something when a glimpse of your dream came to your mind making you flinch out of reflex, Jake looked at you for a second and took a deep breath. This had happened before, whenever you were anxious or scared he would take a deep breath knowing you would copy him, sometimes you got to do it for him as well.

“What was it about?” He asked once you had calmed down a little. 

“I don't really wanna talk about it” You rested your forehead against his shoulder “I’ll only say that it was awful, everything was so weird and terrifying” you let out a sad chuckle and he gently stroked your back.

“I understand. Come on, I’ll make you company” He pulled away and took your hand in his, trying to warm it up, gaining a loving smile from you.

“What were you doing?” You asked knowing the curiosity would make you forget about the nightmare. “Were you crafting some playlists for your passengers?” you teased him as you walked back, letting yourself fall on the bed once you got there.

He grabbed you in his arms with a side smile and you let out a laugh “Not at all, they don’t deserve my playlists” he faked seriousness and moved you a bit so he could lay next to you.

“You could’ve just asked me to move” you replied with a giggle and got comfortable beside him.

“Yeah, but I made you laugh and that’s better”

“Ok I can’t argue with that” he grinned and gave you a peck on the cheek “So? What were you listening to?” you said playfully

“Right, a song called ‘Luna de Xelaju’” He took off his headphones and looked at you after you stayed silent.

“I understood Luna” He let out a chuckle at first but soon his laugh grew louder when you joined him. “Stop, stop laughing” you tried containing your own and he shook his head while he placed his headphones over your ears.

“Here” Jake took out his phone and searched for the song “Let’s see how’s your spanish, yeah? I hope the volume is ok” You nodded when the song started playing and you leaned closer to him, the faint scent of his cologne reaching your nose. 

Just by hearing some bits of the song he could tell when certain lyrics were coming and translate them for you “I come to sing to my beloved, the moon of my Xelajú” his voice was a soft whisper as his eyes followed your reaction to the song, he couldn’t stop smiling as he realized you enjoyed the song as much as he did, even if you only understood some parts of the song, the melody was enticing and the vocals were beautiful, the instruments were telling a story of their own and it made everything come together perfectly.

“Mi amor! I know that one!” You smiled proudly and frowned slightly when the song was over “Play it again, please!”

He looked at you for a second with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him and leaned in to kiss you softly and slowly in the sweetest way possible. “I thought you would like it, but I didn’t know how much you would” you still had your eyes closed wanting to kiss him more.

“And now you’ll have to do that again as well” you whispered jokingly. “So is this your thing now?”

“Kissing you? I hope it’s my thing for a long time” 

“I already knew that, I’m talking about the playlists” you grabbed his chin and he smirked.

“Don’t give me that look” he huffed “Yes, it is”

“That’s better” You smiled “how many do you have?” 

“Let me see” He looked at his phone giggling as you still were grabbing his face “una, dos tres…Ten, wow, I thought I had less. I do them whenever I have free time, and that’s more often now that some of the life-threatening situations have gone down, I feel less… on edge, by the fact that we are handling better being a system, and of course, now that we are with you, it’s just been good lately and it helps to relax” He sighed and looked down, happy that he finally was able to tell you that. “Look at me I have hobbies now” he joked and you chuckled, subtly wiping away a tear that’d escaped your eye.

“I love to hear that, honey” you carefully brushed a curl away from his face

“Now, you should really go to sleep” He kissed your forehead and took his headphones off your ears.

“Why?” You whined dramatically “ I was being serious when I said I wanted to hear it again”

“Don’t you have to work tomorrow, cariño?” he asked with a side smile

“And??” you replied playfully “The song is short and I still haven’t asked to hear the whole playlist, you should worry then” 

“Damn, that’s a good point” He bit his lip and played the song one more time, now both of you hearing it loud and clear after the rain had stopped. You caught him humming the song from time to time and singing quietly in some parts, his voice was one of your favorite things.

“Please, you need to start singing more” You drew circles around his arm, and he thanked the darkness in the room for hiding his burning face.

“Me?” He asked incredulously, rising his eyebrows.

“Yes, I love your voice” you knew the effect you were having on him.

You could hear his heart racing when you laid your head on his chest, he let out a nervous laugh (so unlike him), he was acting as if it was the first time you complimented him. “You become cuter at night, don’t you?” He tried to play it cool but you knew him better than that, you placed soft kisses along his jawline and smiled against his skin.

“You’ll sing me to sleep next time I have a nightmare?” you muttered in his ear and he felt butterflies all around. 

“You’re gonna be the end of me, dulzura” 

If you like the drawing above you can have it as a sticker! :D

Translations 

Corazón: Heart <3

Luna de Xelajú: Moon of Xelajú ( The cover is done by Oscar and Gaby Moreno)

Dulzura: Sweetness

Mi amor: My love

Cariño: Sweetie

Una, dos, tres: One, two, three hehe

I hope you enjoyed, let me know in the comments! <3

[aceviscontiswife]

Hey bae😘

So I’m thinking maybe some submissive Jill Valentine. Maybe a lil bit of calling her officer (in a taunting manner😈).

I just really need this ya know, since she wasn’t under my tree just me😪

Well… maybe you’ll finally win me over with Jill! Still a Wesker fan at heart, though. Nothing can beat that hunk of manipulative man-meat (except maybe Ghostface & Deathslinger).

Under arrest - Jill Valentine

Jill’s been awful stressed lately, why not help her relax?

Warnings: friends to lovers, bottom!jill, nipple-sucking, you cant get enough of Jill’s boobs, tying up Jill’s hands, fingering, a lot of kissing. Afab/stars reader.

Before we begin please be warned I had to have the requester (a close friend) explain almost the entire Resident Evil 3 plot to me because I have never played it and am too poor to buy it…

Jill couldn’t remember the last time she slept through an entire night, or even on a bed for that matter. You worried about her, she was so focused on the pair of you surviving that she was letting herself go, her nightmares practically having become a part of her schedule. You wanted her to relax, to let go for just long enough to take care of herself.

The pair of you were currently seeking shelter in an abandoned apartment complex, staying in the cleanest room you could find. Jill sat on the bed, staring out of the window in thought so deep you didn’t know if she even knew you were there. You sat down next to her, resting your hand on top of hers. She jumped a bit, glancing over at you and sighing. She had bags under her eyes, and looked like she was seconds away from passing out from exhaustion.

“You need to relax a bit, Jill. I know getting out of here and back to Carlos is important but you have got to take care of yourself.” You trace your thumb over her knuckles, silently pleading her to rest. “I can’t, Y/n. We’re so close, we can’t stop now. If Nemesis finds us again, we’re dead.” You sigh, scooting closer to Jill. She was tense, but with each passing second she became more comfortable with the hand enclosed on hers and your presence getting closer and closer to hers. If Jill was being honest, being around you relaxed her.

“I know, but we have enough time to sleep. We have enough time to rest and regain enough energy to kick Nemesis’s ugly ass and get the vaccine.” You got a small chuckle out of Jill, the sound like music to your ears. You’d always liked Jill. When you were first starting out in S.T.A.R.S, Jill was who you aspired to be. She was strong, good at what she did, and was willing to help you out with anything. You had grown a lot closer to her ever since the outbreak, and especially when Nemesis began chasing you two. You were getting to see sides of Jill she’d never shown anyone. A much softer side.

“We can rest here for a minute, but there’s no telling if we over sleep or not. We can’t risk falling asleep, Y/n.” Jill remained adamant in her decision, and you knew there was nothing more you could say to convince her to sleep. But, there was one thing you could try. Sure, it didn’t involve sleeping, but it was definitely something to reduce the stress she was under. You inched closer to her until your arm touched hers, she looked over at you and entwined her fingers with yours.

“Can I help you relax, Jill?” Your words brought a tint of pink to Jill’s cheeks, and brought a shyness from her you’d never seen before. She didn’t know what you had planned, but if it was what she thought it was, she wanted it. She liked you, she like your grit, your strength, and the care you showed for everyone; especially her. Just like her, you had narrowly escaped an encounter with Nemesis, finding her and Brad with only a minor injury to your leg. Brad sacrificed himself for you and Jill, and you’ve been inseparable since.

“You can try your hardest.” Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest upon hearing Jill’s consent. In an instant, your other hand cupped her face, bringing her lips closer to yours until they were ghosting over one another. “Trust me, Valentine, I know what I’m doing.” You wink at her before connecting your lips with hers, Jill eagerly returning the kiss. She brought her hand up to your face, cupping your cheek in her hand. You smile into the kiss, grazing your teeth over her bottom lip. She opens her mouth for you, your tongue grazing over hers before exploring her mouth. She fought for dominance, but it was a battle she lost as you lean her back against the bed, running your free hand through her hair.

It wasn’t long until you two had to part for air, Jill was laying under you, your hands on either side of her head. You were both panting, a soft smile painting your features. “Well, officer, how’d we get here?” Jill could easily overpower you if she wanted, but instead she rolled her eyes and chuckled, her lips and cheeks red. “Never thought you’d want this.” Jill admits. You tuck some of her hair behind her ear, letting your hand rest on her chin.

“Of course I do. You mean the world to me, honey.” The petname had Jill becoming more and more submissive by the second. She wanted to relax, she wanted you to help her relax. Whatever was about to happen next, Jill wanted it.

“Please, Y/n…” You run your thumb over her lip, chuckling. “Please what, Baby?” You knew what Jill wanted, the look in her eyes told you it all. “Keep kissing me.” It was a command you’d happily follow, your lips smashing against hers. Her lips were soft, plump, slightly chapped, and had you forgetting about oxygen the second your lips touched. One hand remained by Jill’s head, while the other ran down her side, stopping at her waist. Her hands were cupping your face, bringing you just that much closer to her.

Jill bites down on your lower lip, causing you to gasp and let out a moan. “Jill…” Her tongue invades your mouth, Jill getting to explore your mouth whilst your tongue lay flat in submission. As much as you would’ve loved to stay like this forever, Jill was the one who needed the pleasure, and you were going to give it to her. You pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. Jill’s brows furrowed and she opened her mouth to speak but you interrupt her.

“You’re the one who’s supposed to be relaxing, officer.” You grab her triceps, pulling her arms down to the bed. “Can we take this farther, baby?” You ask, silently begging for her consent. Jill was shocked by your dominance, she had always been in charge of herself, yet here you were taking complete control of her body and she loved it. Jill nods, reaching up to pull you in for another kiss but your grip on her arms prevented her from doing so.

“I’m gonna need you to say it, baby.”

“Fuck yes, Y/n. Please.” Jill was on the verge of begging, she wanted this bad and it was clear to see. With her consent, you grab her wrists with one hand and the other slips under her top, your cold hand causing her to shiver. Your hand ventured up her shirt until it hit her bra, your fingers tracing in-between her boobs. Her breath hitched, a shaky breath leaving her when you fingers would occasionally break their path to caress over her covered boobs. Her hands kept trying to break free and touch you, and you had to fight the urge to laugh each time your hand had to stop hers from touching you.

“Do I need to tie up these pretty little hands? They’ve got a mind of their own.” You were expecting Jill to stop moving her hands, but you had underestimated just how much that sentence had affected her. She wriggled her wrists against your hand, chuckling. “Such a tease.” You tsk at her, grabbing a pillow at the edge of the bed and you take off the pillowcase, tossing the pillow somewhere across the room. Using the pillowcase, you tie her hands together, just tight enough for her to be confined to them, loose enough to untie quickly should you need to.

Now having both hands free, you worked on removing Jill’s tops. Her blue top was quickly discarded, getting tossed on the floor a few feet away from where you two were. You leaned down to Jill’s level, planting a quick kiss to her lips before moving down, nipping and sucking at the most sensitive parts of her neck until you knew there would be marks. They would be visible, you both knew that, but neither of you cared. Your hands felt Jill’s body, yearning to know what it would feel like if all of her clothes were discarded. Jill’s sighs and moans as you explored her body, occasionally focusing somewhere that you knew felt good to her, was music to your ears. She was completely submissive for you, allowing you to see an entirely new side of her.

“Look at you, melting under my touch. Tell me what you want, Jill.” You rested your hands just inches away from her boobs, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. Jill knew you were dragging this out, toying with her until you couldn’t resist anymore. “I want you, Y/n. Fuck, I need you.” She was on the verge of begging, her need for you evident as her clit throbbed and her body tingled even at the slightest touch. Her nipples were rock hard, her bra doing little to suppress the two mounds visible under her tank top.

“Well then, guess we better get this top of, yeah?” You reach up and untie Jill’s hands just long enough to remove her top, tossing it aside. You worked on taking her bra off next, unclipping it with ease and tossing the now removed onto the growing pile of clothes. You stared at her boobs in awe, your fingers brushing over the small bruises and cuts that scattered her chest. She was beautiful, even after all that you two had been through she still managed to look flawless.

Her hands now temporarily free, they tangle themselves in your hair, pulling your head down until your lips collided with hers. Jill smiles into the kiss, gasping when your hands grasped her boobs. Your hands worked wonders on her breasts, pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples until Jill was a gasping and moaning mess beneath you. You pull away from the kiss and chuckle at the sight under you, grabbing the pillowcase and pinning Jill’s hands above her head.

“Can’t get enough of me, huh? Just let those pretty arms rest, baby.” You tie her hands back together, letting them rest above her head. Jill pouts, the sight of her under you, bottom lip stuck out slightly, enough make your pussy clench around nothing. You wanted her, and you wanted her now. You kiss her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone, pausing when your lips reached her boob. You smirk, glancing up at her and winking as you took her nipple into your mouth. Jill gasps and sighs, wanting nothing more than to rest her hand on your head and push you down farther. You sucked and nipped on the sensitive mound, relishing in the sounds and movements coming from Jill.

You rest your knee in between Jill’s thighs, Jill desperately grinding her clothed pussy against your knee. You begin to work on taking off her pants, your mouth still focused on Jill’s boobs. God, you couldn’t get enough of them… they were perfect. Once Jill’s waistband was off, you unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off; tossing them onto the pile of clothes. You could see a wet patch in Jill’s underwear, pulling her thighs apart to get a better look at how desperate she was.

“What about your clothes?” Jill asks, noting that she was almost naked while you were still fully dressed. “Let’s focus on you first, baby. Then we’ll worry about me.” Your finger traced a scar on her thigh, and you looked up at Jill to see if she was comfortable. “Is this okay? We can stop if-“

“Keep going, Y/n. Please.” You nod, hooking a finger in her underwear. You were ready to taste her, to feel her cum all over your fingers, you wanted Jill to feel the best she’s ever felt. Pulling the soaked garment down, your eyes widened upon seeing her dripping cunt. She was already so wet and you’d barely touched her. She wanted this just as badly as you did. You studied her naked body, noting each and every scar and mole that she had. Her cheeks and nose were cherry red as she watched you gawk at her body, your hands slowly inching closer and closer to her pussy.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Jill. I can’t wait to taste that pretty cunt of yours.” Jill let out a sudden moan as your pointer finger slid over her clit. Her hips bucked involuntarily, a desperate “Please…” escaping her lips. You lean down, your hot breath now hitting Jill’s clit. She waited impatiently for your tongue, trying her best to keep her hips still until you had started. It wasn’t long until your patience faded and your tongue ran across her clit, earning a loud moan from the brunette. She was so sensitive to even the slightest flick of your tongue, your back arching as you licked a stripe up her pussy, sucking eagerly on her clit.

Your hands rested on Jill’s thighs, preventing her from squeezing your head with her legs. Your tongue moved down to taste Jill’s entrance, eating her out like you’ve never had a meal in your life. Jill’s thighs were strong, and despite your best efforts you still felt your head getting smushed between her thighs. You couldn’t complain though, you were in a position you could only dream of being in—and you were going to make sure the both of you enjoyed every second of it.

Your hands left her thighs, one resting on her hip while the other busied itself with Jill’s pussy; taking your tongues place at her entrance while your tongue moved back to her clit. Jill could barely form a coherent sentence, the feeling of your tongue and your fingers sending her closer and closer to the edge. “Y/n-fuck, I’m close.” Instead of speeding up, you pull away, leaving only your finger to trace agonizingly slow around her clit. Her brows furrowed and she opened her mouth to complain, but you silenced her by shoving a finger deep into her hole.

She let out a half-moan, half-scream as your fingers began fucking her as deep as they could. “I want you to cum all over my fingers, baby. Can you do that for me?” Jill nods frantically, her hips thrusting to meet the fast pace of your fingers. Your lips smash against hers, Jill tasting herself on your tongue and it squeezes past her lips and into her mouth. She could feel the knot in her abdomen growing as your other hand went down to her pussy, your pointer and middle finger rubbing her clit.

You part from the kiss, resting your foreheads on Jill’s as she met her end, her back arching into your chest as her pussy clenches around your fingers. She screams your name, her head falling back into the pillows. You kept pumping your fingers into her through her high, eventually slowing to a stop as Jill relaxed into the bed. She was panting, her eyes closed and her head sinking into the pillows. You pull out, bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking them clean. You untie Jill, tossing the pillowcase aside.

You collapse on the bed next to Jill, your own cunt still throbbing as you chose to ignore it and wrap an arm around the brunette, pulling her closer to you. “Thank you, Y/n.” You nod, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “No problem, Jilly. You did great.” You ran your fingers through her hair, smiling down at her. “You did great, too. I love you, Y/n.”

Your hand cups Jill’s face, tilting her head so you could gain access to her lips. “I love you too, Jill.” You press your lips against hers, smiling against her. When you two part, you start collecting Jill’s clothes and handing them back to her. You didn’t want to stay here for too long, but hey, at least you’d die a happy woman.

“Once you’ve got your clothes on we should go, okay? We’ll find Carlos and then you can pay me back.” You shoot Jill a wink and head to the door to wait for her. Little did you know, Jill was already planning how to repay you.

***

I’ve never wrote same sex smut but hey, venturing onto new lands helps improve you. I hope you enjoy your slice of Jill Valentine, @alyhorse6 !! Thanks for reading, love ya!

[abodyfromthebalcony]

In The Future..

Pairing: Hughie Campbell x Reader  Wordcount: 1.1K words Summary: Taking a road trip with the team and you’re left alone with Hughie its very nice <3   A/N: School is exhausting but finally got this done! have another Hughie thing in the works but it is VERY catered to me but hope people will enjoy it anyway

You’ve been on the road with the team for the past 4 hours on the way to some mission location. Members of the team have been regularly switching from driving to sitting in the back of the van. First it was Frenchie driving and Kimiko beside him, currently it's Hughie driving with you riding shotgun. Your last stop was 2 hours ago.

There's music on the radio playing quietly. It's a Simon and Garfunkel song you kind of know the lyrics to, so you half sing along at a quiet volume. Hughie is tapping his finger on the steering wheel to the beat, singing almost all of the words under his breath . The highway is quiet, you only see a car pass by every couple of minutes. 

You and Hughie haven’t talked much in the past couple of hours, Which is fair because both of you are exhausted but also if it was this much silence with anyone else on the team it would be awkward but with Hughie it's okay. It’s a nice comfortable silence that feels alright even if it should be awkward. 

You look behind, to the back of the truck. You see Kimiko and Frenchie cuddled up together, M.M. asleep in the corner and Butcher asleep, snoring with his arms crossed.

“God it’s weird to see butcher asleep, he's like a big weird bear.” You say to Hughie.

In general it’s weird to be with the team and for there to be silence. Most days it’s a lot of shouting and fighting so the quiet is both off putting and refreshing.

“Yeah i'm afraid if i try to wake him up he’ll bite my arm off” both of you chuckle, hoping that Butcher doesn’t suddenly wake up, hear you making fun of him then kill both of you.

 “How far away are we from the next stop? My legs are completely stiff” you say, stretching your arms out.

“I think like 300 miles?” Hughie says, looking at the gps. You let out a deep groan and Hughie laughs. 

You both go quiet again for another 10 or 20 minutes. You look out the window at the sunset, it paints the sky in a beautiful orange and pink. You pass by a billboard of Homelander that says “Drive safe!”. You roll your eyes.

“Do you think homelander can drive?” you say breaking the silence

“What?”

“Like do you think he can actually drive or has he never had to learn?”

“Uh well he can fly so i don't think he would need a car. He probably gets driven around everywhere too right?”

“Yeah that's true…………….. I’m really bored.”

“Yeah I can tell!” Hughie chuckles.

You look back out at the sunset. “The sky is so pretty out here, it almost makes me wish I didn't live in the city..” 

“You’re also-.” hughie cuts himself off mid sentence “Do you think you’ll move out of town when this is all done?” 

“It feels like there's never going to be an end to all of this… but yeah maybe I would if i had someone with me I might. What about you? Do you think you’ll ever leave the city?”

“Same as you, if i had someone with me i would.” 

“It's settled then, we’ll move out of the city together and become farmers.” 

Hughie chuckles in response.

You let out a yawn. 

“Are you gonna go to sleep?” Hughie asks.

“No, no I'm fine.”

“You are definitely going to fall asleep.” 

“Fuck you, im really fine!”

You really are tired though and more than anything you're completely relaxed. The combination of the feeling of the warmth of the light from the sunset and hughie humming to the tune on the radio sends you into a complete state of relaxation. You feel your eyes become heavy and the music on the radio starts to fade out in your mind…

Hughie notices you falling asleep and turns down the volume dial. He turns over to look at you asleep when he can. He thinks you’re so fucking pretty when you’re asleep. 

….

When you wake up it's about 10pm, it's dark outside, the van has stopped outside of a gas station and Hughie is gone but his jacket is laid over you. 

When you get out of the van your legs are completely stiff. You stretch your legs and go looking for Hughie. 

You see Hughie sitting on the curb drinking a red bull.

“Hey!” You call out

He turns around and gives you a wave. He looks pretty tired.

You sit down next to him, as close as your weird pseudo-platonic relationship allows.

 “Never thought of you as a curb sitter.”  

“What does that mean?” 

“Like a rebel or a delinquent… I don't know, I just woke up, I'm not thinking.” 

“Yeah you were out for like a good 3 hours.”

You both look up at the sky. The sky is a lot clearer than in New York, you can see the stars.

“I saw that you put your jacket on me when I was asleep… thank you..” you say coyly..

Hughie shortcuts  “It's uh fine! I thought you might be a bit cold so.” You look at his face illuminated by the lights of the gas station behind you. He’s blushing really heavily. “I won’t do it again if it makes you uncomfortable.”

He keeps rambling and you think fuck it. You kiss him.

It is rushed and not what you expected from a first kiss with hughie but its … it's very nice. Something about kissing him feels very right.

“Sorry, it's just I knew if I didn't kiss you, you might give yourself a panic attack from talking so much-” he cuts you off, pulling you back in for another kiss.  

This time it is more than very nice. It’s perfect. He has one hand holding your face and one holding your hand. He’s got you. 

“I wish I had kissed you sooner.” You say pulling back a little. You rest your head on Hughies shoulder. You feel like a weight has been taken off of you. As if you and Hughie can now have each other's back and you can carry each other's burdens from now on. You feel like you might just fall asleep again. 

“You're also really pretty.” Hughie says out of nowhere

“What?”

“Earlier you said the sky was really pretty and I wanted to say you're also really pretty but I didn't so I said it now..”

You chuckle “Thank you, I appreciate it.” 

You both stay there on the sidewalk until Hughie finishes his red bull, but he takes his time with it so he can stay beside you for as long as possible.

[domosapien]

Daily Chore Hacks for Mentally Ill Girlies

Breaking down essential daily tasks into smaller, more manageable steps can be particularly helpful for those of you who are overwhelmed or struggling with mental health issues like depression:

1. Personal Hygiene

Showering: Instead of a full shower, use baby wipes for a quick cleanse or just wash the face and underarms with a washcloth. At the very minimum, try to clean your PTA: pits, tits, and ass. (If you have a large chest ykwim.)

Teeth Brushing: Start with mouthwash or chewing sugar-free gum if brushing feels too demanding. Rub your teeth with a damp washcloth. Gradually work up to brushing when you feel capable.

Hair Care: Use dry shampoo instead of washing hair, or simply combing hair can be a start. Throw it up into a bun if you have long hair so it doesn’t bother you. Avoid hats as they’ll make your hair get dirtier faster. Alternatively, shave your head or cut it very short! Less work.

2. Eating

Cooking Meals: Start with simple tasks like making a sandwich or a smoothie, or even eating pre-packaged snacks. Buy nutrition shakes like pediasure or soylent and take your vitamins. Drinking your meals is so much easier when you’re depressed and tired. At the very least, try to get enough protein.

Grocery Shopping: Create a small list of essential items, or order groceries online for delivery to avoid the stress of going out.

3. Cleaning

Tidying Up: Focus on one small area at a time, like clearing a desk or making the bed.

Dishes: Wash a few dishes at a time instead of the entire load. Alternatively, use disposable plates and cutlery to reduce the load.

4. Exercise

Physical Activity: Begin with stretching or a short walk when you feel like it. Listen to uplifting music while you do so. Gradually increase duration and intensity as comfort grows.

5. Work/School Tasks

Homework/Assignments: Break down tasks into smaller parts. For instance, start by reading one page or writing one paragraph. Use the Pomodoro Technique: 25 minutes working followed by a 5 minute break. Change the times if you feel you need to. No one’s stopping you from working for 10 minutes and taking a 20 minute break.

Emails or Administrative Tasks: Set a timer for a short period and only focus on this task during that time. The Pomodoro technique also works here.

6. Social Interactions

Keeping in Touch: Send a text message or make a brief phone call instead of feeling pressured to engage in long conversations or meetups. Make a discord server or group chat for your friends to keep in touch so you only have to send one message at a time. Avoid other social media.

7. Mental Health Care

Mindfulness or Relaxation: Cannot recommend this enough. Begin with a few minutes of deep breathing or listening to calming music. No screen time; just you and the music. Gradually try longer sessions of meditation or relaxation exercises as you need to.

8. Sleep

Bedtime Routine: Start with dimming lights and avoiding screens an hour before bed. Use a lamp instead of the ceiling light. Focus on one relaxing activity, like reading a few pages of a book or spending time cuddling with a pet. Put on some fluffy socks, some cozy jammies, make a hot and sweet beverage for yourself, etc. Make going to bed pleasant and relaxing for yourself.

If you battle insomnia, try herbal remedies like melatonin or CBD to help counter it. Avoid caffeine after noon. Go to bed an hour early so you have more time to unwind privately.

The key to managing your mental health and essential daily tasks is to make the tasks smaller! Take everything day by day. Don’t worry about the future; focus on the now and how you can make your own life easier and more pleasant right now. It’s the least you can do for yourself.

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Holiday Magic

Chapter 13 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 3.0k

Author’s Note: happy holidays! While this fic centers around Christmas, there aren’t really any mentions of the reader celebrating it beyond as a way to spend time with friends <3

The next few weeks are an absolute whirlwind. The air continues to grow colder and snow continues to fall, all while you’re drowning in holiday cheer. It’s not as if you don’t enjoy the holidays, but you don’t think you’ve had a day to relax since before thanksgiving.

You find yourself working more and more at Maz’s, now that the college students have gone home for winter break. The time you spend in your little studio increases tenfold, trying to pound out holiday gift commissions and your own creations for the people you love.

Plus, it seems as if every free minute you have is being spent with Poe in some capacity. There are the Friday night get-togethers with your whole friend group, but there are days and nights when just you and Poe meet up, to walk around or window shop or try some restaurant one of you wanted to go to but were too nervous to go on your own.

Of course, all of this time together is doing nothing to eliminate your crush on the man. If anything, seeing him so often, bundled up in winter clothes and framed by the strings of lights that run through your little city, is only making you fall deeper and deeper, past the point of no return.

You know you should say something, but you don’t want to do anything to dampen the holiday spirit, so instead you make it a New Year’s resolution and bury your feelings as deep as you can for now.

Time seems to fly by, and soon it’s the day before your little holiday party at Rose’s. You work in the morning, finishing at noon so you can scramble home, wrap your gifts, and make yourself presentable. You love wrapping gifts, how rhythmic it gets - it’s so relaxing it could put you to sleep.

But it doesn’t, and you make sure all of your friend’s presents look as perfect as can be before you rush off to shower and get ready, the minute hand whizzing around the clock. You spend some extra time on your appearance, and make sure you pamper yourself just a little bit, to make up for how hectic your life has been and all of the things you’d neglected.

Even with all your rushing around, you’re still ready before Finn stops by to pick you up, giving you a few extra minutes to breathe. You tug on your shoes and your coat, set the plethora of gifts down on your kitchen table, and sink into a chair yourself, to fully enjoy your few seconds of peace.

While it’s only a few minutes later that Finn texts you that he’s waiting outside, you feel fully recharged, rebooted, and much more relaxed than you have been since thanksgiving. You gather your gifts and hurry out the door, rushing through the cold to the waiting warmth of Finn’s car.

When he sees you bustling down the walkway, Finn jumps out, ready to take the presents from your outstretched hands and place them safely in the trunk while you buckle yourself into the front seat. There’s holiday music playing from the radio, and you rub your hands together to warm yourself up even faster, to aid in the warm air that fills the car.

Chaos is in full swing when you and Finn arrive, arms laden down with presents. Rey is scolding Poe for something, and Rose looks like she’s trying not to pass out while struggling to contain her laughter. It takes a full few minutes before anyone realizes you’re there, and you really don’t mind, not when you get to step back and watch the drama unfold.

Eventually, Rose turns around, wiping tears from her eyes with a grin on her face when she notices the two of you and rushes over to greet you. She immediately wraps you in a tight hug, greeting Finn before she stands with the two of you, silently laughing, until Poe and Rey notice your arrival.

When they stop their bickering for long enough, they both hurry over to greet you, wrapping you in tight hugs and wishing you happy holidays. If Poe holds you for a few seconds longer than usual, you don’t mention it.

Once you’ve been released, you bring the food Rose had requested to join the other serving dishes on the kitchen counter before adding your gifts to the small pile under the tree in the corner. You take a few seconds to admire all of the ornaments, some old and handmade and some sentimental, memories of years past.

If you thought you’d gone overboard with decorations at your apartment, Rey and Rose make it look like you barely even tried. Every inch of their home is festive, and somehow everything is so cohesive it looks professionally done, but it really just serves to make the space feel warmer, with golden lights strung on every surface and rich shades of green strewn around.

After admiring all of the living room decor, and pausing to smile at a picture of the five of you, from your lake trip over the summer, in a blue snowflake frame on one of their shelves, you return to the group in the kitchen, where Rey and Poe have finally seemed to settle their argument.

Now, the festivities could truly begin.

The evening was a whirlwind of good food and better company, of laughter and fancy wine served out of plastic cups. It was perfect, to be able to spend the holidays with the people you love, with the family you’d found all on your own.

Hours are spent crowded around the kitchen counter, everyone picking food right off of the serving trays instead of using plates. It was warm and familiar, and made your heart constrict in the best way possible. Once everyone’s had their fill, and feet and backs start to ache, you all make your way into the living room, arranging yourselves around the tree and in front of the TV playing an ambient video of a fireplace.

Then, the presents are passed around.

Finn, sitting closest to the tree, gets the honor of deciding who opens what gift and when. Really, he’d made up that rule on the spot, but everyone’s feeling warm and fuzzy, so nobody argues. Though, to your surprise, he saves himself for last, letting everyone else open a gift first.

You had more fun than you’ve ever had at a holiday, sitting in that circle surrounded by the people you care about the most, attempting to guess what every gift is. It makes you appreciate even more how thoughtful your friends are, watching them open gifts somebody spent hours and days thinking of and acquiring.

It was more about the love shown through the gift than the material items themselves, but you still loved each and every thing your friends gave you. From Finn, you received a handmade flower vase from a local store, which you absolutely adored, even if you rolled your eyes and tossed the bunched up wrapping paper at his head after you’d opened it.

Rey and Rose gifted you a sweater you’d mentioned liking a few times, but you hadn’t wanted to spend the money on it. It had been months ago, when the air first started to get a chill, and it amazed you that they still remembered.

And, once again, Poe just had to dazzle everyone with his gift giving abilities, as if he was trying to find reasons for you to fall even more for him. His gift had three parts: a cheesy ornament with you and your friends represented as little snowmen, the same stuffed animal you had loved to death as a kid, and a simple necklace with a pendant engraved with your birth flower.

You had to blink back your tears, because never in your life have you met someone as sweet, as openly affectionate, as Poe. He looks bashful when you glance over at him, a shy little smile on his face.

“Just had to show us all up, huh?” Finn asks, launching some wrapping paper at him. You laugh, and try to discreetly wipe away your tears.

“Oh please, as if we aren’t all a bunch’a saps,” Poe replies, a hue of embarrassment covering his cheeks. Still, he’s right; even the funny, cheesy gifts given had deeper meanings, some inside joke held dear to the heart, a silly comment mentioned in passing. You’ve never felt as warm, as happy, in your life.

And then, Finn passes Poe his gift from you.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you just might pass out, because you can’t imagine what you’re going to do if he reads into it, if he can find your hidden meanings and motivations and you’re starting to regret the gift but it’s too late now, so all you can do is sit back and hope for the best.

He opens it excruciatingly slowly, tearing up the tape at the seams of the paper instead of just ripping into it, and as cute as that is, you’re resisting the urge to tell him to hurry up. After what feels like ages, all the tape is up, and Poe’s flipping the gift around before he pulls off the paper.

The patterned paper falls away, and you’re intently studying Poe’s expression while everyone else tries to get a good look at the gift.

It’s a small canvas, painted with the orange and white cat Poe loves more than anything. While it had taken you a while to think of a gift for Poe, it hadn’t taken long to stalk his social media for a picture of Bee, and as soon as you had a good reference, you set about creating your masterpiece.

Most of the time, you were confident in your art, but there was something about this painting that turned you into an absolute perfectionist. You spent hours upon hours painting and repainting, mixing and remixing, blending and reblending, until you had to stop because it wouldn’t dry in time if you kept changing things.

After studying it intently for a while, Poe sets down the canvas and turns to you, a gentle smile on his face.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he tells you, seeping with honesty, before he passes the painting around for everyone to get a good look at it.

“Well, Bee deserves only the best,” you reply, because any other response would be too close to a confession. Life continues, presents get passed around, and you all spend hours huddled on the living room floor, falling over with laughter into piles of wrapping and tissue paper.

It’s near midnight when you return home, trudging inside and waving goodbye to Finn as he pulls away from the curb. You barely have the energy to get ready for bed, and you’re asleep as soon as your head it’s the pillow.

The few days between the gathering you had with your friends and Christmas Eve pass by with warmth and lots of texts, full of plenty of updates from Rey as they make their way to Rose’s sister. You don’t have to work a single shift, so you sleep in and lounge around all day, only leaving your apartment and braving the cold when you need groceries or are just too bored to stay inside a second longer.

Finally, Christmas Eve arrives, and your anxiety comes with it. You’re perfectly comfortable with Poe and Finn, but you’re beyond nervous to meet Poe’s father. From the stories you've heard, Kes Dameron is nothing if not a sweetheart, but you’re still terrified, desperately needing to make a good impression.

You know it doesn’t matter all that much what Poe’s dad thinks of you, but you’d always craved approval and the thought of someone so special to Poe not liking you makes you want to shiver.

So, you spend much of the day stress baking, even though Poe said time and time again you didn’t need to bring anything, you had so much energy you needed to use, and you might as well be productive. You make different types of cookies, chocolate chip and peanut butter and gingerbread, along with some other homemade treats that remind you of childhood, of the real magic of the holidays.

The day seems to fly by, and soon you’re setting your last batch of cookies out to cool before you hurry off and get ready. You know it’s a casual thing, but you’re still desperately trying to make a good impression, so you spend a solid fifteen minutes just staring at your clothes, trying to figure out the best possible outfit that says ‘I care, but I don’t try too hard’.

In the end, you settle on a sweater and some jeans, rushing to the kitchen to get everything all packaged up and looking pretty before Finn arrives to drive you to Poe’s.

You’d been texting him all day, so he knows all about your mountain of treats to bring, parking his car when he makes it to your apartment and coming up to help you carry all the packages down.

“I could have done this by myself, you know,” you tell him as you hurry as much as you can with all the boxes in your arms. He shoots you a look, eyebrows raised in a way that says I don’t believe you one bit.

Still, you thank him when he arranges the packages carefully in the backseat of his car, and then the two of you are off to Poe’s. You ask him about Kes, if he’s met him and what he’s like, and Finn works to calm most of your nerves. He reinforces what everyone else have told you about Poe’s dad, and you’re feeling much more relaxed when you park outside of Poe’s apartment than you did in the morning.

Finn helps you carry the boxes up to Poe’s apartment, knocking on the door with his elbow. It opens almost immediately, before Poe steps back to allow you and Finn room to maneuver with your arms laden down. You set down your cargo on his kitchen counter, careful not to knock anything over, before becoming wrapped in a tight hug.

It takes a second for your brain to catch up, and then you’re wrapping your arms around Poe’s middle and hoping he never lets go of you. Eventually, though, he pulls away and moves on to greet Finn, who’d been watching the interaction with an odd look on his face.

Only after Poe released Finn from his hug were you aware that there was somebody else standing in the kitchen. Even if you’d hadn’t known before, there was no doubt the man was Poe’s father. They looked almost identical, the same curls and friendly smile and laid back aura, even though Kes is a few inches taller than his son and his hair is more silver than black.

“Very nice to finally meet you,” he says as he makes his way to you, hand outstretched.

“You too!” You shake his hand and wish him a happy holiday before he moves on to give Finn a quick hug and a clap on the back.

“Dinner should be ready soon,” Poe announces as he digs through the treats you’d brought. He asks you to get out the big plates, and he arranges some of the desserts, snagging a couple and popping them in his mouth when he thinks nobody’s looking.

Bee is curled up on one of the kitchen chairs, and you feel bad when you have to move him to sit down to eat. While he looks mildly pissed off that you’d bothered him, he returns to curl up on your lap after you make your way to the couch, Poe shooing everyone away from the dishes after dinner.

You feel warm and full from the meal, and you’re finally starting to really relax. Kes is telling you and Finn stories about little Poe, while he shouts and groans from embarrassment in the kitchen. Soon, though, he makes his way to join the three of you in the living room, sitting right next to you on the couch despite all of the open spaces from him to sit on.

The rest of Christmas Eve is spent swapping memories of holidays past, of the things you loved as a kid and your embarrassing teenage years. It’s wonderful to get a window into Poe’s childhood, of his life before and outside of The Resistance.

Really, Kes is the whole reason he even owns the place. He was friends with the previous owner, Leia, who had known Poe since before he was born and was getting ready to retire. Poe had just returned from serving in the Air Force, along with some of his buddies. Leia passed the bar down to Poe and Finn, making them co-owners and changing your life in the process.

Kes said Poe was planning to move back home with him, but Leia had convinced him to take over the bar, so he stayed in the city. Without her, Finn wouldn’t have introduced his old friend Rose to his new friend Rey, and your life would be just as sad and solitary as it was a few months ago. You make it your mission to find Leia and thank her, though you doubt she’ll understand.

A few more hours pass in this fashion before everyone starts to get sleepy and you and Finn make your departure. Poe and Kes follow you to the door, wishing you safe travels home and a happy holiday. You give Poe one last hug, a few seconds longer than you should, and a kiss on the cheek as you turn to Kes.

“It’s wonderful to finally put a face to your name,” he says, clasping your hand between his and giving you a wink. You glance at Poe on your way out the door, and his cheeks are burning crimson.

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request Jumbo with an s/o who sometimes sings or hums a soothing song while they’re massaging his joints in order to help him further relax bc he deserves some TLC? This man deserves so much love.

he really does!! ;-; sweet darlin <3 <3 <3

the song featured is "A Little While" by Dante Gabriel Rossetti! it's a lil hard to find Victorian era songs, and I'm unsure if this is actually a song song or a poem, but... I liked it so I went with it. uwu :3c

(Name) knows JUMBO works so hard to keep everyone else happy. He does a lot for the little family they’ve become a part of, and as much as they’re certain everyone appreciates it… often, they all leave him to his own devices when he seems tired.

Probably because being in such close quarters all the time, they all figure that he’d rather take time to himself when he can get it. To a point, that’s true… but, sometimes (Name) notices when he might like some time where he isn’t quite alone. Of course, he’d never ask for company. So here they are, among the busy grounds of a circus, a slower-paced role than the others, ready to help their lover relax.

It’s actually relaxing for them, too, so it serves a dual purpose. How can they not slip into a slow trance? The movements of working effort into the typically sore parts of his body just make a wave of calm wash over them. Even though they can acknowledge that they’re not exactly at rest, they also find it hard to think of this as ‘work’.

He’s so exhausted tonight, too. His eyes keep slipping closed, only to suddenly jolt himself awake. It’s like he thinks he’s obligated to not fall asleep while he’s with them.

Whether it’s because they subconsciously think he needs his rest, or because they’re intentionally trying to lull him, they start to hum as they go along… and, then, they progress to singing softly.

“A little while a little love the hour yet bears for thee and me who have not drawn the veil to see if still our heaven be lit above thou merely, at the day’s last sigh, hast felt thy soul prolong the tone; and I have heard the night-wind cry and deemed its speech my own.”

They hear Jumbo take a deep breath, and he shifts around a little bit. When he speaks in that same hushed tone he uses around them, (as if he’s worried he’ll suddenly frighten them somehow), it makes their heart melt. “Oi… don’t usually get t’ ‘ear y’ singin’…”

Of course, that only means they have to continue. Is he hoping they’ll stop out of some self-conscious, blushing shyness? Perhaps it’s something he assumes because they’ve witnessed him do it; stop something just because they’ve ‘caught’ him doing it. Singing, especially. While he plays the harmonica and clearly loves music, he seems to think he’s not a good singer.

They’ll work on that bit of insecurity next. For now, they glide their hands down to the small of his back, find another knot, and begin to massage it away. Their voice doesn’t miss a beat.

“A little while a little love the scattering autumn hoards for us whose bower is not yet ruinous nor quite unleaved our songless grove only across the shaken boughs we hear the flood-tides seek the sea, and deep in both our hearts they rouse one wail for thee and me.”

He tries very hard to keep his noises to a minimum. Even when they’re at the end of the knot, and it finally uncoils, he seems to bite his tongue to avoid being too loud.

They can feel the relief that washes over him, but he still strives to be quiet. With that knot out of the way, they give a long, slow stroke to the whole of his back; almost an apology for that healing pain they were causing a minute ago. Much as they try to be careful, the nature of massaging knots out of someone’s muscles results in some pain.

“Are you alright?” they murmur before giving a kiss to the top of his head.

Thank God, his eyes have closed again. He needs as much sleep as he can get. If they can be of any help in his surrendering himself to it, they’ll do whatever they can. “I am.” When they reach to give his hand a brief squeeze, he runs his thumb over the back of their knuckles. “… Y’ gonna keep singin’?”

They smile. “Do you want me to?”

The only answer they get is a small nod. They might as well finish the song, mightn’t they?

“A little while a little love may yet be ours who have not said the word it makes our eyes afraid to know that each is thinking of not yet the end; be our lips dumb in smiles a little season yet: I’ll tell thee, when the end is come, how we may best forget.”

Although they won’t be sure he’s fallen asleep until they look, his breathing has fallen into a more tranquil rhythm.

They continue to sing anyway, keeping their voice low; a lullaby for the one they love as he rests.

[beanswrites]

We need to talk about anxiety.

okay so recently i've been having like increased heart rate and stuff like that and i've been so worried

AND I JUST REALIZED THAT I'M FINE, I JUST HAVE ANXIETY??

neat.

literately all the symptoms of an anxiety attack are MY symptoms

So, if you:

- suddenly have increased heart rate

- are trembling

- feeling weak

- having stomach problems

- feeling nausieted

- feel weak, and/or tired

- are breathing heavily

- sweating more than usual

You're okay, you're probably having an anxiety/panic attack. So, relax, breath slowly and gently through your nose, have a glass of water, eat something, watch something to distract yourself, listen to music. Basically, just try to distract yourself as much as you can. I know that it's not possible to "jUsT nOt Be AnXiOuS" or "jUsT dOn'T tHiNk AbOuT iT", but seriously, distracting helps.

I'm no professional, but I am someone who didn't know what was wrong with me until I realized this. And it helped me, quite a bit! As soon as I realized that I'm way too anxious today, I started watching this compilation that's 3 hours long of my favorite show, and it relaxed me!

Things that could also help:

- Try talking about it with someone as it happens. I find that I feel much better if I tell someone what's going on and they reassure me that I'm gonna be fine. Just talking about my anxiety with my sister already makes it feel better!! It's not for everyone, but it does help!

- Take a shower. Preferably, a cold one. It's gonna relax your muscles and help you think, plus it helps A LOT with the sweating. However, if you're trembling way too much to stand for 10-15 minutes under the shower, lay down, deep breaths and watch something.

- If you are wearing tight clothes (tight shirts, shorts/pants that are way too tight in the waistband, bras, binders, corsets, anything that restricts your stomach/chest), take it off. You'll feel much less pressure, meaning that your heavy breathing and/or stomach problems won't be as triggered.

- Not while you're having an anxiety attack, but after, think about what triggered your anxiety attack. It's not that easy (sometimes it might seem like you're anxious about nothing in particular) but killing the source of the problem always helps.

- Once you're relaxed or half-relaxed, try not to go back to the anxious state. Even if you feel like you're fine now (for example everything is fine but you're still trembling/shivering a bit), continue distracting yourself. There's been countless cases and even is common for people to have two panic/anxiety attacks in a row, because they calmed from the first but couldn't keep relaxed. (Had them myself, 0/10 would not recommend, not fun in the least)

- if you can, try to sleep. anxiety attacks and anxiety in general can be really tiring lol

- listen. anxiety is a bitch and it acts all crazy. your nerves are gonna be triggered, so don't fear too much if you accidentaly twitch or tic, or even feel light numbness in your fingers/arms/face. it's normal and usual for anxiety, so don't put more panic on yourself if that happens.

- i'm almost never for forcefully vomiting, but if you're really feeling sick, TRY. TO. VOMIT. It will take that pressure out of you if you do and make you feel better. But only if you feel like you really need to.

- also, if you're having stomach pains and cramps, try to take a dump. helps for the same reasons as vomiting.

Once again, by any means I'm NOT a specialist for anxiety (or mental health, for that matter), a professional, or a doctor. I'm literately just a very anxious (sometimes too paranoid) girl and these are my personal experiances and things that help me. I'm not saying that they're gonna help everyone (everyone's anxiety is different), but it might help someone!

Here are some more links of research, symptoms and help for anxiety/panic attacks:

1. The symptoms of an anxiety attack

2. The difference between a panic attack and an anxiety attack

3. Ways to prevent/help for anxiety/panic attacks

4. Breathing exercise

5. 3 hours of calming music

6. 3 hours of Ink Master livestream because it's so good??? And distracting??

7. 1 hour of Bob Ross because there is nothing more calming than this man

8. Games you could play to lessen you anxiety, if you're more for games, my favorite is Stardew Valley and Sky

9. The national hotline for anxiety is +18663079551. Talk to someone on the phone (or text) if you can't talk to someone in real life

Another way to prevent this (if you have any anxiety disorder), is by taking medicine. However, I didn't list that since:

- They are expensive

- There's not much research on them/some of them might not be safe

- Not many people are privileged enough to get a perscription and/or professional diagnosis

As someone who is from a very conservative, small-minded country (therefore the concept of mental health doesn't exist to them), I've never been diagnosed profesionally there, since people brushed it off as the usual: "Silly teenager! Silly teenager worry? No, no! Worry for old people! Teenager just dumb!" But I wasn't fucking dumb. I've been to actual, professional doctors where I live now and they told me that even though my illnes wasn't as severe as some other people (don't need meds, but still have irregular attacks of panic and worry), it's still real.

I'm not hating on the medication by any means!! If you take meds for anxiety and they work for you, that's awesome, I'm really glad you found a way to deal with it!! I'm just saying that it might not work/be the best solution for some people.

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Sorry for the rant, I just felt like I needed to share since I found this out only recently and am glad that I finally know what's wrong. You can take my advice, or not, but do what you feel like will help you! Hope that you can find something that helps you calm down in this looooooongg post of my little things that help me!! All of my fella's with anxiety disorders, have a lovely day/night, have a good rest, and be safe ♡︎

[444princesa]

study tips 📚

study smarter, not harder

1. have a study space. make sure that space is organized and free of distractions. if you like music, curate a playlist of music that helps you concentrate. for me i like classical for a deep work, lofi for semi deep work and jazz for doing work that doesn’t need too much concentration like rewriting notes, making flash cards etc. also make your space functional. 

2. just start. just start that assignment. just start studying for that exam. stop procrastinating and cramming. its better to study as soon as possible so you wont be stressed out the night before that assignment is due or the exam. start on that assignment even if its hard. put a 30 minute timer and go at it then once the timer is done, see how much work you did and take a break if needed. the sooner you start, the sooner you get to relax.  

3. have a plan of action. get a planner and note any and every important dates. that can be assignment due dates, exam dates, project dates etc. theres so many ways to keep on track both physically and digitally. you can use both ways. I have a calendar white board and i write every important date on there, i have a planner which i do the same, i plan my weeks, and i use sticky notes to plan my day if needed. its a lot but it keeps me on track.

4. use your resources. i know not every teacher is the best at teaching and not everyone can afford a private tutor but we have so many free resources out there for nearly everything. USE THEM!! youtube will be your best friend. my college actually offers ‘free’ tutoring for students and a lot of students don’t know this so ask if your school offers tutoring. ask your friends for help if you need it and ask questions. 

5. take breaks. its important to take breaks so you don’t get overwhelmed or stressed out. your brain needs time to process information as well. try to use your breaks to move your body instead of being on your phone. if you’re starring at a screen then take a break to stare at another, your eyes are probably tired of it.  

6. take care of yourself. make sure to drink plenty of water and eat nutritious foods. sleep well and make time for self care.

[lovesomehate]

Heavily Public Displays

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It was a Christmas party and everyone was enjoying the night. Travis was coming in and out helping move things. At one point he's coming in for the final time when Laura was about to come out and get him.

Someone had the bright idea to hang mistletoe at the door. It's been innocent or romantic kiss all through the night. That's how it starts Laura and Travis' kiss. Then it goes too far and they have to be pulled apart and reminded that this is going to be a pg-13 party.

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It's a concert, a fun simple concert and everyone was having fun. It was in the nearest city and everyone packed into cars for a mini-road trip and show. At the end everyone is dispersing the venue but the energy is still high and they decide to keep it up through the night.

They can do so once they find the two missing people of their group. Jacob is the one who stumbles across Laura held up pinned against a wall with Travis ravaging her neck. Jacob accidentally screams for some reason and scares them aware. They all head back to the group everyone wondering why Jacob is so quiet and why Travis & Laura are so mad.

3❣️

Chris doesn't mind summer romance, he thinks its adorable, but he asks if everyone can keep it pg, maybe pg-13 is allowed if its not too far, too long or too visible. This has led to things such as hand holding, chaste kisses and slight make out sessions. For reasons Chris and Ryan keep their relationship hidden during the camp season.

He expected Laura and Travis to do the same with them being separate enough with too many tasks on their plate, but that was wishing too much apparently. Abigail came blushing and running back with a few kids running and giggling ahead. When she explained he was so happy that the kids didn't realize what happened.

To be fair Travis and Laura decided to meet up deep in the woods. Unfortunately, the spot was still a bit too close to the nature paths. And even more, unfortunately, they're not, particularly a quiet pair. And Laura needed to be double checked for marks and clothing by another counselor

4❣️

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Screamed Kaitlyn and Dylan

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Screamed Travis and Laura

Kaitlyn and Dylan had been in the building first, or so they thought. There was a dumb dispute in the house that Chris thought would be best solved with a scavenger hunt of all the damn things. So here they were looking for a damn garden spade in the big ass lodge house. Some music was playing over the intercom (for the adventurous atmosphere). They were getting to the second to last room when they nonchalantly threw the door open, why not.

How would they know they would find Laura riding Travis. The shock caused the lovers to panic to separate. As all four screamed. In a result Kaitlyn and Dylan saw too much of Laura, and then too much of Travis.

5❣️

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-LauK_ShpSpr86

6❣️!?

Jacob, Emma, Nick, Kaitlyn rolled their eyes in frustration. Abigail and Dylan where a blushing mess. Obvious creaking could be heard in the room for the third time today! Third time, in general in the house!

"Are they trying to drive us crazy or go for some weird record?" Jacob.

"Ew." Emma and Kaitlyn replied.

"What should we do?" Abigail bounced from one foot to the other,it was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute.

"I don't care. Dylan and I have seen worse we open the door and tell them to knock it off. To like relax about it a little more." Kaitlyn said

"What do you mean you've seen more?" Nick asked Kaitlyn wasn't paying attention to him and Dylan averted his eyes.

"Okay everybody ready?" Kaitlyn asked and they all took a deep breath.

Her hand on the knob, and twist.

"What are you guys doing?"

They turn behind them and see Laura and Travis with coffees and no signs of recent sex.

"What?" Dylan

"What the hell?" Nick

"How are you two here?" Emma

"You're actually not fucking for once?" Jacob

"Then who the hell is making that noise?" Kaitlyn

And curiosity already had its hand around the cat's neck so she pushed the door open.

Nick, Kaitlyn, Jacob, Abi, Dylan, and Emma gasp in shock. Travis and Laura whooped with laughter.

In the room where Chris and Ryan pretty much undressed save for the pants barely on their legs.

"Jesus Christ!" Chris shouts, pulling his pants on quickly, while Ryan did the same.

"Guys!" Ryan screamed.

"Didn't think you'd ever be that daring Chris!" Travis called.

"Get out!" Chris gets to the door and pushes it close.

Everyone save for Travis and Laura still had their mouths dropped open.

"Hey don't laugh we were there because of you two," Dylan said to Laura and Travis who were still laughing.

"Well sorry to disappoint you." Laura said as she walked off.

"Hope you didn't ruin their time too much." Travis added and followed after his girl.

Dinner that night was awkward. No one was looking at one another and conversation was stilted. Only Travis and Laura were acting like things were normal. Whether anyone knew Laura was running her foot up his thigh, they didn't care to say a damn word.

THE WAY IM CACKLING LIKE A GODS DAMNED WITH RIGHT NOW 😂😂😂😂😂

THIS WAS BRILLIANT!!

I wouldn’t change a single thing you just wrote. Just perfect as it is 😂😂😂😂