#I've been pretty busy and been neglecting my practice a little bit

[crowcronut]

man, i put some of those mini pumpkins on my alter as an offering for Mabon, and one of them rotted within like 2 days of me putting it up there

usually those pumpkins last all season

[fairy-mewmew]

Reflections

I've recently started my third semester of massage school and my brain feels completely fried whenever I go. I feel like I don't have time for anything anymore. In my free time, all I can really make time for is my less mentally draining hobbies such as reading, journaling, and playing video games. Nothing wrong with that, but I feel that I've really been neglecting my spirituality and my business now more than ever. I give myself some grace because I've been putting so much of my heart into studying and keeping up with my massage internship. I really do love massaging and I've honestly gotten pretty good at it. I've developed techniques that really seem to be helping people find comfort and ease in their bodies. I still get scared of being bad, but I've been praised by so many people for my techniques. I put my whole heart into every massage and it shows. Also, now that I'm getting massages again as a body for other students to practice on, I'm really seeing the importance of maintaining my own body. I'm really going to need a massage at least once every two weeks minimum with all the stress I have in my life.

Outside of massage, I've really been thinking a whole bunch about my relationship with social media and my hobbies. I really do love to write. I've been really enjoying blogging, but I feel that Tumblr does not allow me to do that much with the way I format my post. I'm considering leaving this platform and focusing on potentially running my own blog. I'm still on the fence, but honestly I just want to push myself to do more. Get more creative and have fun with my projects. I'll play around a bit and see how I feel.

I've also started incorporating journaling and art directly into the books I read. Drawing/ writing in the margins, as well as taping in little postcards and index cards of all the things I do and enjoy. I keep up with it most days and I really do love that system a lot more over keeping a regular diary. I'm still playing around with it a bit, but I'm having a bunch of fun. Though, this does mean I get through books a lot more slowly. I'm usually a super quick reader, but I like how this slows me down and allows me to really remember and reflect on everything I read.

I've also been playing video games more. Running my gaming blog has made me a lot more intention with it and I noticed when I stopped posting, I wouldn't be as present with my games as I was when I would actively write about it. I guess it's just one of those things. I feel like writing little summaries in my books isn't enough either. I think I really do just need to keep blogs of the games I play so I'll have to decided how I want to go about that.

Regardless of how I am going about things, I feel pretty good. The more I like the way something looks, the more I seem to enjoy it. Stream lining the way I journal has honestly done so much for me and I really do look forward to it. I think adding all my feelings and art and junk to my books just makes them feel so special. I honestly feel more excited to journal and draw in a way I've never really felt before. Hell, maybe I'll share my decked out books and talk about my process.

Outside of blogging, but related to writing, I started writing adult content fiction. (Not sure how the filters are on here). I've talked a lot with some of my friends about how I used to write a lot of it when I was in college and how much joy it gave me. It's sad how I deleted all my old stories because I thought they were too embarrassing. They are all far gone now, but I am currently plotting somewhat of a series for myself. I write a bit every night I have a bit of time and it gives me so much pleasure to do. I'm thankful to be able to be comfortable enough with myself and what I enjoy now to write things I used to deeply shame myself for.

I'm thinking that in order to get myself to feel more devoted to my craft, I will write stories about me doing my devotional work. I want to get away from buying devotional things and instead focus more on creating and giving what I've made to the divine. I will play around with it a bit but I have such a grand feeling about it. Bossy Bruja made a pretty cool writing game (if you want to know where I got my inspiration from) where you write about yourself as the star of a movie and I think I want to take that concept and write about my devotion as if I am a star in a movie, haha! I can't wait to really delve into it.

Outside of writing, I really do want to get into video media. I'm not really feeling that posting on Instagram has been doing all that much for me, but I really do love yapping on little videos and such, so I want to try and put myself out there on Tik Tok and Youtube. I really want to just post more on my business account and put myself out there authentically. I want to give myself the creative freedom to make what makes me happy without obsessing so much over what other people think of me. I really do just want to get other people's thoughts out of my fucking space. I just want to do me and absolutely nothing else but that.

That's all I have for now. I'll probably be bouncing around a whole bunch and feeling out what I do and don't like. I want to make this process more organic and stress free. I want my social media presence to be fun and a direct reflection of who I am and the joys I feel in living. Try things out here and there and see what truly sticks.

Hope to catch y'all soon (I'll probably be back, haha!)

[charlieswanswife]

If your requests are still open, here's another NSFW prompt pretty much like the last one but with a twist. Charlie wants to try something new in bed, could be anything, like anal or (failed) attempts at dirty talk or roleplay because he's a dork. Awkward (but fun!) sex ensues.

Doctor Swan’s Orders

How about all of those things? 👀

"How about you wear that costume I bought you a while back?"

"You mean the slutty nurse outfit?"

A grin flashes across Charlie's face, "Yeah that one. We haven't gotten a chance to break it in yet."

"That's because it doesn't fit me," you shoot him an accusatory glance.

"Oh c'mon you haven't even tried it on for me."

You're rolling your eyes at him, crossing your arms as a barrage of excuses float through your head.

"Why don't you go in the bedroom and wait for me..." Charlie whispers, pressing his hot lips on the shell of your ear. "I got a surprise for you."

"Okay, stud," you tease.

Striding up the steps, hips swaying, you hurry to the bedroom to rummage through your shared closet. Hidden away at the top just the prize you were looking for folded into a neat pile in a box. Now that you held the thin fabric in your hands you really wondered if you could manage to squeeze yourself in it.

By the time Charlie wanders his way over to join you you've managed to slip the nurse costume on—which left little to the imagination. Skirt so short your barely clothed ass practically sticking out. With a bodice that squeezed your tits together in an almost unnatural way.

You looked good, you'd admit. If the whole scenario weren't so tacky and overdone—including the costume.

"Zip me up?"

Charlie is downright ogling at you, already reaching for the zipper on your back. "Sure thing," he says before pausing, "Wait...it's stuck—"

You're grumbling now as he fiddles with the zipper. You cross your arms as you begin chiding him, "See? I told you. I really don't think the material would have lasted long anyway."

"No no. It's gonna zip up. Just let me—"

And suddenly your back has been fully zipped up. Charlie meets your gaze with a triumphant shit eating grin. And you know that look on his face all too well—the one that screams 'i told you so' without even saying it.

"Still can't breathe," you mumble.

"Hold that thought," Charlie traipses to the closet, pulling out a stark white coat.

"Oh my god, Charlie. I can't believe you ordered yourself a doctor's coat."

"Ah–ah," he's waving a finger at you, goofy smile plastered across his lips, "Think you're due for a checkup." He reaches in the pocket pulling out a little stethoscope before connecting it around his neck, twirling the end of it in his hand.

"That's not how this is supposed to work," you say letting out a laugh.

"Humor me will ya."

"Sure thing. Anything for you Doctor Swan," you purr, emphasizing that last bit as you strut over to him.

There's a flash of need in his chocolate brown eyes as he stares down at you. And you realize he's getting really into this. Even though he looks out of place in that getup.

"Why don't you have a seat over there?" Charlie's voice lowers—low pitch sending heat pooling between your legs.

Hell maybe you liked this too.

Following his suggestion you sit down on edge of the bed. Legs crossed, back arched slightly with the top buttons on your uniform undone—lacy red bra peaking through. You look up at him with big doe eyes as you await further instructions.

"Gonna do a routine exam—standard procedure," Charlie speaks after a moment—after he's taken in the sight of you. "When was your last one?"

"Geez I dunno," you sigh feigning ignorance, "Been awhile. Ever since I started nursing I've just been so busy."

"That's not good. Can't have you neglecting your own health," he says, strong hand brushing your shoulder coaxing your muscles to relax.

"I don't mean to. I just get caught up in my work and forget about the not so important things."

"Miss (y/n), I assure you this is no unimportant 'thing'."

His hands begin rubbing circles into your back. "I know," you sigh.

"There seems to be some tension between your shoulders," Charlie mutters before he's pressing his palms into your shoulder blades with a little too much force.

"Ow!"

"Sorry—"

"Go easy on me will ya?" You half chuckle half wince.

Charlie mumbles another apology before going back to work on your shoulders—with more caution. "Uh, I'm now gonna check your heart rate," he announces after another minute or two.

You sing an "okay" as he retracts his hands. Your posture straightens as you watch him fiddle with his stethoscope with a small grin. The flat metal end touches your chest causing you to shiver.

"Sorry. I know it's cold," he offers a smirk hidden beneath that bushy lip of his. A moment of silence passes as he gazes deep into your eyes. "Your heart is racing."

"Only because you're so close to me."

"Why?" Charlie can't help but to tease. "Do I make you nervous?"

"Yes Doctor Swan."

"Shit—" Charlie murmurs under his breath.

He falters. Where is he supposed to go from here? When you're making him flustered as all hell? Sitting all pretty like that in front of him?

In truth he had brought up this whole fantasy as a half joke. Although he had always wanted to try it he felt too old for this sort of thing. Something he would have liked to have done when he was younger—not when he was an old pervert.

"I'm gonna have you lay on your back. Can you do that for me?"

You nod your head as you lean back. Short skirt riding dangerously high on your thighs almost revealing your bright red thong—which might have killed Charlie on sight.

"Doctor Swan I think I've got some tenderness around my breasts you might want to examine. They've been aching for weeks now," you whine as your fingers claw at the back of your zipper.

Charlie's face damn near flushes at your bold suggestion. This whole scenario was lewd in nature but he didn't want to submit to his festering urges just yet, still wanting to take this slow—build you up.

Even if his execution was a little rigid.

You silently cursed yourself after having spent all that time squeezing yourself into this confinement only to now want it off.

Though you suppose it was for the sake of easy access.

Charlie's nimble fingers help you out. Unzipping just enough to release your bust, revealing his favorite red lacy bra. "Pretty," he gawks with almost childlike wonder—as if he hasn't seen your tits countless times before.

"Please Doctor Swan," you have to bring yourself to beg.

"They're round and shapely," he bumbles as he cups them in his hands. Charlie's fingers run along the laced seams before giving a firm squeeze. "Although I think I'll need to conduct a more thorough exam before reaching any further conclusions, Nurse (y/n)."

Another whine leaves your lips as he begins to pull your cups down—exposing your bare breasts. He's now face to face, leaning over you, knees settled beside your hips.

"Are they sensitive?" Before you can even offer an answer he's sliding a thumb over your hardened nipple.

You let out a soft moan—hands combing through his hair. "Uh-huh," you breathe out, fingers tugging his dark brown tresses.

"They feel perfectly fine," Charlie says fondling your breasts between both hands.

"I think you may need to do a taste test, Doctor Swan..." You hum, pressing his face into your bosom.

An eager tongue darts out to lick up the side of your boob before circling around the warm skin. His mustache tickles you and you try not to giggle too much until he does the same to the other side before taking a nipple in his mouth.

"Getting off on this?" You smile, pressing a knee to his hardened crotch.

For a moment the facade falls and you're greeted by your boyfriend's hazy frenzied irises. He's stuck in a trance, goofy grin plastered upon his lips. "Yeah I think I am." You reward him with a chaste kiss before laying back underneath him.

"Where else you want me to check?" Charlie asks, "Any pain?"

You whine, "My pussy is tingling, Doc." Spreading your legs open beneath him to present your soaked heat.

"Lucky for you I got just the thing."

Next thing you know he's reaching over to the drawer next to the bed. He pulls out a little vibrator—the smirk on his face all too telling. You're squirming by the time he sets it close to your nether lips, vibrations causing electricity to shoot straight to your clit.

"F-fuck me..."

"Don't get so ahead of yourself," Charlie whispers now pressing the vibrator on your clothed slit.

Your thighs clench. Desperation for more taking hold. You nearly cry when he holds the device directly to your clit. Powerful vibrations course through your lower body and you begin to tremble. You soak through your pretty little thong—and you don't seem to care.

Not when you could feel your orgasm fast approaching.

Charlie didn't think you were going to cum so quick—not when you usually took double the time. So when he pulled the vibrator away right when you were so close to the edge...

You damn near screamed at him. Especially when his excuse was that he really really needed to be in side of you.

Like right this instant.

It's wasn't like you weren't one for edging. You just hated to be caught off guard—even unintentionally.

"Can I fuck your ass?" Charlie whimpers—brown eyes pleading with every fiber of his being.

With a sigh you nod your head, searching for the bottle of lube by the nightstand. "Gentle, okay? I'm letting you do this because I trust you," you remind him.

Charlie pulls you in for a passionate kiss—his way of saying thanks. You'd started out with plugs before but you hadn't actually had him in that part of you yet. So this was a special moment you wanted to savor with him.

You begin to pull down Charlie's slacks, along with his precum stained boxers. His cock is thick and heavy in your hand. Red and angry, obviously starved for attention. You lather your hand with lube as you stoke up his shaft finally providing some relief to your boyfriend.

A chaste peck to his cheek and you get on your hands and knees for him, back arched, ass out. Charlie reaches for the vibrator once more, pushing the thin cloth of your thong to the side before inserting it inside your wet slick.

“Gonna put it in now,” Charlie groans, palming your ass as he taps his hard cock against your tight little hole.

"Fuck me Doctor Swan!" You damn near cry, sliding a hand between your thighs because fuck you need to cum. You need to cum so bad.

The head of his cock only manages to brush the inside of you before you feel that familiar burning sensation. Even with lube it aches and you cry out at the first inch.

“Ah fuck—so fucking tight—holy fuck—” Charlie howls, sinking himself deeper as he pulls your ass further to his hips.

You bury your face in the pillow beneath you, rubbing your clit as fast as you can to subside the pain. And after a moment it works—somewhat. Charlie falls into a steady albeit slow rhythm as you work your core to your own release.

“Ah fuck fuck fuck!” Charlie cries not even a minute later, slamming his hips hard against yours.

And just like that he’s cumming. Hot sticky load spurting deep inside your asshole. He stills inside of you, milking himself dry while you get yourself off with your fingers, vibrator still inside you.

"How about you let me take the reigns next time?" You ask when all is said and done. After your legs cease to shake, body blissfully content with one release.

Charlie’s smiling as he takes you in his arms, “Sure thing.”

[ratsoh-writes]

I have a feeling I'm either going to get Honey or a Horrortale skele, so here we go for Matchups! -🍊

Personality

-introverted

-nervous/jumpy/sensitive

-artistic/creative

-very sleepy. I stay up till 5am and sleep till 2pm.

-helpful! I like feeling needed lol.

-sensitive. I have an abusive mother im in therapy for, so I need someone soft :(

Hobbies

-im very artistic! I love drawing, painting, listening to music, even making it, anything that keeps my hands busy and my ADHD at bay.

-minecraft! I've just downloaded the game, I've had it for a year now, and I love the building in it lol. The mobs scare me tho.

-rps!!! I LOVE roleplaying!!!! Rpg games, DnD, hell, I even have a few oc based text rps on discord I'm into. It gets me SO excited when I make up little stories with my friends, the gremblin in my enjoys shiny new universes

Dislikes

-Snarky/teasing/snappy jokes, or being teased in general. I'm a sensitive person who takes a bit too much to heart. Mal and Red scare me.

-loud noises/crowded areas. Another trama trigger for me, I feel trapped in a situation and it makes me paranoid. I'd rather sit outside and watch a thunderstorm than go to a local fair.

-being pushed out of my comfort zone and/or being forced to get in contact with family I've kicked out of my life, the whole 'well family is family!' saying means jack shit to me. I've put my demons at bay, I don't want someone to push me out of my comfort zone, or else I feel sick with nerves. I don't like traveling or being around a lot of people, I'd rather just text someone than see them face to face, words come easier then. Brain weird.

Deal breakers

-anyone who forces me to be social. I have anxiety, leave me be dammit. If someone kept pushing and complaining about it, it would make me feel guilty and blegh. Let's not go down that rabbit hole.

-cheating, I have a low image of myself, I don't need someone flirting with others or being all handy with them. Once the wound it made, I'm not letting the knife near me again.

-someone who yells a lot. Loud voices, especially male ones, make me panicked and scared. If Edge ever lectured me I would simply. Cry.

-someone violent, which is a given. Sorry mafia men, but blood scares me. I'm a wheeny.

-someone forcing me to change. I'm chonky, so being forced into a diet or something would make me think low of myself, I couldn't stay with someone like that. Or someone pushing me to get anxiety meds or giving me a bedtime. I like my independence and I'm working on myself, I don't need to be pressured to do it faster.

-passive aggressiveness, it makes me confused on what to say in an argument and that junk.

Flaws

-most of these have already been said, but I'm introverted with low energy, I don't like going to big events or traveling away from home.

-sensitive. Any jokes aimed at me can and will be obsessed over to oblivion, I'm not the teasing type.

-awkward. I was kinda isolated as a kid, so social skills are hard. Don't expect me to pop up on conversations all the time, I mostly listen to what my friends say and nod along.

-hygene. This is also something I'm working on. I've had depression episodes that sometimes still surface, sometimes it's hard to even leave my bed, let along brush my teeth, hair, etc. Some days I'm just not feeling it. I also come from a neglectful house, so I wasn't even raised with those habits. But I'm trying, and that's what I'm focusing on. Don't be like 'ewEwW yOu HaVeNt BrUsHeD yOuR TeEtH tOdAy?!' That's both hurtful and annoying, life sucks man

-god aweful at spelling, sorry rat

Attraction

-someone who's soft and caring. I never had a motherly figure, and I'm too old now for my dad to watch me like a toddler, so I want to feel the love I mostly missed out on. Not babied or anything, just loved and cared for. Hug me, please. Alternatively: aha mommy kink go brr

-cuddly/affectionate. I need to feel wanted, since I was raised in a house that I wasn't, so words of reassurance are really nice, especially if that person wants to be around me close enough to cuddle

I tried making this as neat as I could, since I tend to ramble a lot, so I hope this layout is easy to read! Tell me if I need to add any physics stuff, thank you for the matchup! -🍊

Alright, you were right on probably getting a horror lol. I think the best fit for you is……..BASIL (horrorswap papyrus)!

Here’s the tricky bit. Getting to know basil is here. He’s also extremely anxious, to the point where he’s practically non-verbal to anyone he doesn’t know. But once you do get close enough for him to crush and even confess, you’ll get to see a butch more protective and attentive side to him. Basil is a protector at his core and actually prefers a timid SO unlike honey who likes confident and organized characters.

Basil would be great at balancing between encouraging you to be your best self and not being too pushy. Gentle is basically his main personality trait. And considering who it is here, it’s hard to feel nagged with him being the one giving you those gentle reminders.

You like cuddles? You’re getting your cuddles. Basil is shy about touch so it’s up to you to initiate, but when you do, you’ll find that he’s pretty much touch starved. He likes having you in his lap the most. Basil has mild insomnia so cuddling with a SO is the best way to help him doze off

Basil hasn’t been introduced to the wonderful world of video games yet. Minecraft would be a great starter! If you manage to get him into it, he’ll wind up getting addicted to sims most likely. Or FarmVille. He likes chill games

One important thing about dating basil is that your basically going to have to go vegetarian. You can eat meat outside the house when he’s not around, but the sight and taste of raw meat is a trigger for him. Luckily he’s a wonderful cook and makes up for it in his baking and pasta ;)

I was also thinking of rust and possibly slim for you. (Yes I know slim is a mafia but he’s great at keeping his work hidden)

[kyber-crystal]

department of matchmaking || s.r

summary: in which you’re asked by aunt may to babysit peter while she’s away at a business conference & steve tags along. peter, being the innocent smol bean he is, tries to get you and the Captain together.

words: ~3.1k

warnings: none, just fluff & a little matchmaking spider-man :) and OH steve’s blue jacket heheh. tony’s your dad in this oop cant resist a stark child. shhh CW never happened bc i’m still in denial 

Peter: Aunt May says she has a couple errands to run so she won't be back until later this afternoon. Can you pick me up? School just ended.

You: Of course!

Peter: Ned and I are planning on building the Lego Death Star tonight. I know you're a sucker for building stuff :)

You: You know me so well, kiddo. I'm definitely in. How could I miss out on our weekly date nights?

Peter: You're the best! See you soon

You: See you!

"Where are you going?"

"May's busy, so I gotta go pick Peter up from school," you explained to Steve as you slung your purse over your shoulder and grabbed the keys to your (Tony's) Audi, sliding your sunglasses on. "We're having one of our weekly Friday movie nights, and he and Ned just got a new Lego set that they want me to help construct. You wanna come along?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

You headed outside to the car together, sticking the keys into the ignition as Steve slid in next to you in the passenger's seat. "I hope you don't have anything else planned for the rest of tonight. We might be there for a while...I know we were gonna see that new action movie in theaters tomorrow. I'm sorry."

"Nope, no plans," he smiled, "I'm free for the rest of this weekend. As long as I get to spend time with you, it's okay."

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a bit at his words. 

But you quickly brushed the thought off, knowing the last thing you were supposed to do was fall for someone after you'd just gotten over a nasty breakup.

Soon enough, you pulled up in front of Midtown High School and saw Peter standing with Ned by the curb. You rolled the window down and called out to them. "Hey, boys. Need a ride?"

"My favorite Avenger! Hi!" Ned greeted as he and Peter got into the backseat, strapping their seatbelts on.

"Ouch, I'm offended," Steve placed a hand over his chest and pretended to look hurt. "I thought I was your favorite?"

"Captain America! It's an honor!" he exclaimed. "I've heard so much about you from Peter!"

"Oh, really? I hope he only told you good things?" the super-soldier chuckled.

"Yup!"

"So, how was school?" you glanced back at the two teenagers from the rearview mirror. "Anything interesting happen?"

"No, except they actually served something edible in the cafeteria for lunch today," Peter rolled his eyes. "Which is a first."

You sighed, placing your hand back on the wheel, "School food isn't the best thing ever."

"So uh, I have a question," Ned spoke up as you headed down the street, "are you and Y/N a...thing? ‘Cause I hear a lot of fans are speculating that the kickass agent and America’s golden boy are dating."

"What? No," you and Steve replied in unison, exchanging a knowing look before bursting into laughter. "No."

"Okay..."

It was mostly quiet for the rest of the car ride back to the apartment. Peter pulled out the keys from his jacket pocket and slid it in the lock, pushing the door open and gesturing for the rest of you to come inside.

"So," he breathed out, setting his backpack down by the front door and dusting his hands off. You sat around the sofa together, glancing at the massive Lego set on the coffee table. "Here it is, in all its glory."

"How many pieces is this?" Steve questioned, looking at it in shock.

"Almost 4000."

A buzzing sound from his phone made Peter look down, swiping a few times before unlocking it and scanning over the new notification.

"May has an overnight business conference and she won't be back until tomorrow evening. She wants you to babysit," he explained as he looked up at you.

"Fine by me," you shrugged. "Cap?"

"Sure, why not."

"But I'm 15 and 8 months! I'm not a baby."

"Well, kiddo, I'm 28 and Tony treats me like a baby even though I’m not a baby anymore. Steve's going on 32, and acts like he's 12."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"Arguing like a married couple," Peter coughed, and Ned wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Cute."

"For the last time, we're not a thing," you let out an exasperated sigh, but felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you spoke.

Two hours later you were a little over halfway done with building the Death Star, and fatigue was beginning to catch up with you after you neglected your sleep schedule and pulled three all-nighters in a row bingeing Netflix with Sam.

You let out a yawn as you flipped through the instructions pamphlet, stretching your arms up in the air.

"You tired?" Steve asked. You were too tired to respond, simply leaning into him and closing your eyes.

"You can take her to the guest room. Straight down the hall, then turn right," Peter said as he noticed you'd now fallen asleep on him. "We can continue this after dinner."

Steve scooped you up into his strong arms and carried you down the hall, pushing the door to the guest room open with one hand before carefully setting you down on the bed, tucking you in.

"Sleep tight," he whispered, a ghost of a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss your forehead and left.

"Ahem. Now that she's gone," Ned cleared his throat, "time to plan on how we're supposed to get our OTP together!"

"Ned, really-"

"You should ask her out, Cap. I see the way you look at her," Peter raised an eyebrow at him, "I mean, it's clear to everyone how you feel about her, and the way she feels about you. Sam sees it, Mr. Stark sees it, heck, I think May has her suspicions as well because she wouldn't stop talking about how great of a couple you two would be over dinner last night-"

"Look, Peter, I don't think she's ready for a relationship."

"Why not?"

"She just broke up with her boyfriend two months ago. I doubt she'd be willing to date again."

"But you're her best friend! You're literally the perfect man for her!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not taking advantage of someone when they're vulnerable. That isn't right."

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking his feet up against the coffee table, tossing a spare Lego piece up and down in one hand. "Yeah, I totally believe the great Captain America isn't in love with the great Y/N."

"She's my friend. A teammate."

"Friends with benefits!" Ned chimed in. Steve made a face at this. "No, not like that. I mean that as in, you guys do all the things that regular couples do, except you're not officially a couple. And I think that's big enough of an indication that you should get together for real."

"I'm just waiting for the right time."

"AHA!" both boys shouted. "So you are in love with her!"

"Keep it down!" he scolded. "She's asleep!"

"You didn't deny it this time..."

"Fine, whatever. What do you guys want for dinner? I'll go pick it up."

"Pizza."

"If Y/N asks where I am, just tell her I went to go get the food."

"Okay."

As soon as the door shut behind Steve, Peter and Ned's heads immediately whipped over and they faced each other, exchanging evil grins.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ned practically squealed.

"Yeah, I'm thinking what you're thinking!"

"Romantic dinner and movie night setup!" both boys whooped and hollered.

"I'll light the candles and get the napkins. May always keeps a stock of scented ones when Y/N comes over because she loves the smell of cherry blossoms."

"...I'll grab the rose petals and tablecloth."

"Rose petals?"

"Mind if I tear apart the flower on your desk?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Also, the regular tall candles are in the cabinet below the sink in the bathroom."

"Yessir."

Twenty minutes later, Steve came back with the pizza in hand, setting the keys on the counter and closing the door, stopping dead in his tracks as he observed the scene before him.

"What is going on?"

"We set up a date night for you two because we know you've been working hard this past week and deserved to relax," Peter explained happily. "So, here you go!"

"Peter," Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I appreciate your effort, but Y/N isn't ready for a relationship and neither one of us has feelings for the other."

"But you guys deserve a break! After working nonstop you should at least rest or something."

"Alright, alright. I'll go get Y/N. You guys set the pizza on the plates for everyone, okay?"

"Got it."

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, then stretched your arms up into the air, skidding to a halt as you observed the sight before you.

“Wh...what’s going on?”

Peter and Ned grinned from where they sat on the couch, paper plates on their laps. “We thought you deserved a nice break, so we set up a little something for you guys!”

“A romantic dinner? Why...”

"It looks pretty and gives off a relaxing mood. Why else?” Peter laughed nervously. “Now eat!”

“Okay...” you started growing suspicious, but didn’t question it, “alright, then.”

You fell into an awkward silence after that, aside from the occasional sound of silverware clinking against plates and drink glasses being set back down on the table. The atmosphere felt heavier than before and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was. 

“So, uh...how have you been holding up?” Steve asked you tentatively. He knew the topic of your ex-boyfriend was still that of a rather sensitive one - you’d come storming through the elevator doors and gulped down half a bottle of vodka (you never drank, so this had everyone genuinely worried), before heading upstairs and taking a forty-five minute shower, then afterwards, proceeded to lock yourself in your room for the rest of the afternoon. 

When you wouldn’t come down for dinner, he had to carry up your food to you and when you refused to eat, he was the one to force-feed you. When you suddenly broke down sobbing when he asked you if you were alright, he was the one who held you in your arms. He was the one who got you out of bed to bring you downstairs for some fresh air and to interact with the others, and not once during the time he was having to take care of you for, did he question any of your behavior. You were hurting and that was all that mattered. If you were hurting, he was hurting, too.

“It’s been a rough eight weeks...” you sighed, rubbing your forehead with one hand as you took a sip of wine. “Could be better, but...I’m alright. I just wish I could’ve seen that coming from the moment I went on that blind date with him.”

“What do you mean?” Steve was confused - you’d never mentioned any details of your relationship, you were a very private person, for that matter. You rarely ever opened up to anyone. “I thought you were...”

“Happy? Hell no, I don’t even know why I stayed,” you scoffed as you took another swing of your drink. “It was so easy to fall into a routine. There was this gaping hole in my heart, and...I needed it to be filled somehow. Then Agent Williams comes along, a seemingly perfect new SHIELD recruit, almost everything a girl could possibly want in a man standing right in front of me...how could I not fall for his façade? I didn’t realize it was doomed from the start until about a week into the relationship...but I held my tongue. I knew if I dared to speak up against him, he’d somehow manage to use my words against me, twist everything I said into a whole new lie...he manipulated me, day after day...yet I still didn’t leave because I genuinely believed he’d change. 

“But I was wrong. I was naïve, I stayed because I was so desperate to experience true happiness that I went as far as to stay with someone I knew would do a number on my mental health in the long run. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I walked into HQs one day to drop stuff of for Coulson, to see Williams on top of someone else...in the gym. In the gym...of all places. I only didn’t blast him because I didn’t want to destroy Fury’s property. So I slapped him and left. That’s it. This whole...fling, or whatever the hell you want to call this shitty relationship, lasted only twenty-six days before everything fell apart. God, I’m so stupid - I should’ve known. I was so stupid, I’m such a horrible person for doing what-”

Steve felt his blood boil with anger. Williams had cheated on you - that’s why you’d broken up. All this time he’d been thinking that you simply fell out of love, or maybe ended it on friendlier terms - when in fact, it was anything but.

Nobody deserved to be treated this way, especially you. I could treat you much better, he thought to himself.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, reaching a hand up to wipe the stray tears that fell from your eyes. Instead of letting his hand fall back at his side right away, he let it linger there for a moment, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. The feeling sent electricity up his fingers. “It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person...he is.”

“Shit, I think our plan’s backfiring,” Peter hissed into Ned’s ear as they watched the scene unfold from the couch. “What the fuck, Ned!”

“Shh! Hold on, they’re having a really deep conversation. Let them be for a second.”

“I was stupid enough to stay, when he was giving off all the wrong signs...I should’ve listened to Tony and Nat. They knew. They knew from the moment we first got together, but I didn’t listen...”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know any better,” he reassured you, absentmindedly taking your hand in his and rubbing circles across your palm, “you just wanted to be happy. To experience that feeling that came along with being in a relationship. Frankly, I think I would’ve done the same thing.”

“And what makes me feel even worse,” your voice caught in your throat as you spoke, “...were my true intentions of staying. I wanted to be happy, I really did. But I realized I’d never achieve that with someone like him...in a way, I was using him too, I guess. Not for my personal gain or anything, not to boost my social status, like he did...he always made a point of walking around and declaring that he had an Avenger girlfriend. But...”

“But what?”

“I knew if I was in a relationship with someone, that’d prevent me from thinking about being with anyone else. Well...that plan failed...horribly.”

“...What are you saying?”

“Of course, I didn’t figure that out until not long ago...but yeah. The heart wants what it wants...and it didn’t want him.”

“Then who was it?”

Your gaze flickered down to your now-intertwined fingers. You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “...I think you know who it is, Steve.”

“See!” Ned kicked Peter in the shin as he was in the middle of finishing off his second slice, and he winced. “It’s getting saucy!”

“Ow!” 

“I think we both know,” Steve murmured. 

You let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. “I don’t know why I tried pursuing a relationship that wouldn’t fulfill me in the long run. I should’ve known it was you all along, huh? You know me like the back of your hand. For Odin’s sake, you remembered every detail of my SHIELD file, my favorite color, my exact birth date, everything there is to know about me. It’s always been you-”

“...It broke my heart to see you with someone who wasn’t me,” he said quietly.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to feel like I was meddling in your love life. I know you hate it when people do that.”

“Steve-”

“I knew you weren’t as happy as you let on. I shouldn’t have stayed silent...I should’ve at least said something. I was terrified to speak up, thinking that you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings-”

“You...you what?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “I’m in love with you.”

Peter let out a squeak. Ned chucked a pillow at him, a giddy look on his face.

“Good news,” you laughed, “because I’m in love with you too.”

“FINALLY!” Ned whooped, unable to contain his excitement for any longer. He and Peter exchanged a fist-bump. “FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY! I can’t believe our ship finally sailed! Though I gotta be honest, I had no idea pizza could bring out people’s true feelings like that.”

“We’re geniuses!” Peter squealed, pulling out his phone.. “Oh, wait until Mr. Stark hears about this!”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Peter, don’t you dare c-”

Too late. A buzzing sound came from your phone, alerting you of a new notification, and you unlocked it to see a text from your father. 

Mr. Stank😡: Took you long enough, honey. I expect a grandchild soon.

Mr. Stank😡: But I’m gonna be honest, I wouldn’t want any other man for you than Capsicle himself.

You let out a loud groan, shoving your phone back into your purse. “Oh, come on.”

A buzzing sound came from Steve’s phone as well, and he took it out of his pocket to take a look. 

Stark: You better not knock her up until after you get married and then leave. I learned that lesson too late. I’m being serious when I’m telling you to treat her right - she hasn’t been the same since her mother walked out all those years ago. You make her happy, though, so I won’t try to intervene.

Stark: But if you hurt her in any way, I’ll break your face. Capiche?

Steve: ...Capiche.

“Ooh! I just got a promotion for telling him about you guys!” Peter clasped his hands together. “I’m joining you on your next group mission!”

“That’s great, Peter!” you congratulated, “but...why would he give you a promotion for...this?”

“Because he’s been waiting for this to happen for the longest time! Oh and also, your food’s getting cold.”

“We could just reheat it. Or...if you guys are still hungry, do you want to go to Olive Garden?” Steve looked over at the two teenage boys. 

“YES.”

“Y/N, what about you?”

“It’s a date,” you winked. You let out a small laugh upon seeing his cheeks flush red.

[enchantedtomeethyun]

Cruel Summer Part 3-Chan

Warnings: mild smut. Language. ANGST

It was a week later and I hadn't seen Chan all day. He had been busy preparing for an interview with the boys and he wasn't going to be back at the dorms until late because of practice. After that night we had made things official but not completely. He told the boys of course who had a feeling something was going on. But he had not told his manager or the company about it since they are on a dating ban until next year. Seems pretty stupid if you ask me but at least he's mine right?

For the past week I have been living at the dorms with the boys cause my apartment is getting renovated no thanks to my neighbors neglect of their pasta and setting almost all of their kitchen on fire and mine as well. Since there are people there working I can't sleep so Chan offered for me to sleep over at the dorms. Of course me being me thinking I can get in on some one on one time with him since that night we confessed didn't end with an intense session of fucking. Instead he drove us to ihop and we ate pancakes. Yeah pancakes are great but I wanted some dick. Some Chan Dick™️.

We actually haven't touched each other for about a week and half. Yeah he's busy but man my mind can wonder just laying in his bed all day waiting for him to come back. 

The rain began to pour and I fell asleep on the pillowy soft bed. It smelled like him too. Now you're wondering what he smells like. But only I know. It was around 12am when I heard the creaking of the door open and shuffled footsteps approach the bed. His heavy breathing makes me confused. Was he in a hurry to get back? Tossing over to the side where he is I opened my eyes slowly.

"Channie.." I said quietly. He sits down on the bed and cups my face in his hands smiling.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry baby.." he said kissing me on the forehead. He takes off his shirt leaving only his boxers on. Climbing into bed with me he reaches for my torso pulling me close to his. He drapes his arm around my waist and I feel his hot breath on my neck. Everything is calm and cozy but I kind of wanna raise a little hell. I adjust my position stretching my legs then rubbing my butt against his front earning a confusing grunt from the boy behind me.

"Baby are you ok?" He mumbles out half asleep  reaching for my hand and holding it.

"Mmmm yeah I am it's just.." I trail off.

"Hm? What's wrong? Are you cold I can turn off the fan or get you a blanket did you need something?" He continued on worry in his eyes.

"Maybe not something.." I said looking at him hoping he would get my drift.

"Oh uh ok goodnight then heh " he responded sounding nervous. How is this man so dense. What do I have to do take his dick out and suck it?  Maybe if I just flat out say it. I want your dick.

"I want your dick". I said flatly. Chan's eyes opened wide. He began to laugh covering his face.

"Sorry sorry .....sorry". He said between laughs.

"Yah! What's so funny!"  I said sitting up irritated.

"No no! You're just so bold all of a sudden. I was just surprised." He said smiling and catching his breath from laughing.  I climbed over to him sitting on top of him. His arms stretched behind his head relaxed. He had a dazed smile on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that.." I said slowly. He chuckled and remover his hands from behind his head and placed them in my waist.

"This is just the first time we are doing this together ever since we made it official. I'm just nervous. " He says eyes looking away.

"Nervous about what? We did this before.. I've seen your dick before chan?" I said crossing my arms.

"Yeah but this is the first time in this setting. In my home. What if it's different or like ?" He goes on and I cut him off mid sentence with a kiss to the lips.

"I missed those rude interruptions.." he said as he began to feel around my waist pulling me in for a longer kiss. His lips are soft and welcoming. He feels like coming home. In the heat of the moment he takes the time to take off my sweatshirt and shorts leaving me in nothing on top of him. His boxers begin to feel a bit uncomfortable for him as his dick begins to make its self known underneath my lap. Taking my hand I begin the stroke him. He stops me for a second to take off his boxers leaving nothing on him. He then takes me by my waist lining me up with his throbbing dick dripping with pre cum. When I go down on him it takes me a second to get comfortable but once i do I begin to ride him slowly. Chans moans are low in tone but loud in volume. I kept going till I heard laughing coming from the other room making me stop and my eyes shoot to Chans panicked.

"It's just hyunjin and his girlfriend. They watch 90 day fiance every Friday night." Chan explains pleading with his eyes for me to keep going. I nod my head and continue on until I feel it building up. I know he feels it too because there is no way Hyunjin and his girlfriend can't hear him. While riding out my high all I can think of is how their laughing and talking ceased. Snapping me out of that was Chan thrusting into my rapidly trying to cum. When he does I feel it shoot up into and the warmth begins to ooze out as I climb off of him. He kisses my cheek rolling over to hold me. With that i fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and Chan was gone. I was a bit sad since I had always Imagined what it would finally be like wake up by his side in this context. My only one. Instead I feel that feeling that I was all too familiar with. Waving up the next morning in the hotel room to an empty bed and money on the table to tip the maid. I'm sure he needed to go to practice so i decided to get up forgetting about what he did inside me the night before. Touching my upper inner thigh it felt sticky to the touch. Walking over to the corner to grab my clothes I put them on and walk into the hallway to find the bathroom. Walking past Hyunjin's room I hear similar sounds Chan and I were making the night before. The only difference is their "I fucking love you" and "fuck you too ahh". Chan never really talked to me or expressed his feelings during sex. Walking into the bathroom my head was hung over. Removing my clothes and locking the door I took my phone out of my pocket and texted Chan.

Me: hey where did you go? Practice? Cuz hyunjin is here still

Sent

Placing it on the counter I step into the shower and begin to wash away the night before. After I was finished in the shower I wrap myself in a towel and sit on the stool by the counter checking my phone for any response from Chan. Before I could look there's a knocking at the door.

"Hey uhh when are you done cause we need to shower .." Hyunjim says.

"Oh my God don't say it like that. First you sound rude and second you make us sound gross." The girl said laughing.

"Yeah I'm done hold on." I said laughing. I slipped my clothes back on and opened the door. There stood hyunjin and his girlfriend holding towels behind their backs. Weird. The girl was shorter than him by like 8 inches at least but that didn't stop him from hugging her from behind as they waited. Scrolling through tiktoks and laughing in their own world I made my first foot step loud to get their attention. This worked cause the moment the door way was free I heard them yelling about racing to see who could get naked the fastest and the door slamming shut. What an odd couple. I look at my phone looking for Chans reply and there it is.

Chan: we were crazy to think that this would work

Huh.

Me: Chan what do you mean where are you?

Chan: I'm at the spot. Meet me there.

Racing to get there grab my shoes and leave the dorm and take the short walk it was to our spot. The vending machine alley. Once I arrived i ran over to him giving him a hug. He was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands as he colors me blue.

"You make me blue." I said pouting and taking a seat next to him on the pavement. He reaches for my hand and holds it.

"We're we stupid to jump into this?" Chan begins.

"What are you talking about we've been seeing each other for months?" I said questioning him.

"I can't seem to separate what we had previously and what we have now. Last night felt the same and I don't know why but I'm confused..." He said looking at me.

"Con confused? It felt the same cause we've liked each other that's why! That's a good thing..." I said laughing.

"No it's not I should feel protective over you and want to be the only guy for you but it occurred to me that if I saw you with someone else I wouldn't be hurt.." Chan said seriously.

"I can't talk to you when you're like this! Fuck Chan you always over think everything!" I said taking my hand back.

"No listen to me.." he said. 

"I thought we could get away with this. But I look at Hyun and his girlfriend and i think that's not how I see us.." he said choking up.

The nerve of him to cry cause that's all I wanted to do. He's all I wanted but not like this.

"You're all I wanted Chan.." I said as I cried. He squeezed my hand.

"I know..." He said looking down disappointed in himself.

"I care about you. I do but I don't think I can do this. I feel like there's a standard for dating and what if Im not doing it right?" He said still crying. 

" We don't need to do it right. We can do it our way. Don't be scared of me. Don't be scared of us. You know everyone always warns you about times like this. The road feels long and you feel lost. But we can be lost together. We might get away with this.." I said to him reaching for his face shaking. I kissed his cheek with my quivering lips as a tear rolled down his face.

"Religion is in your lips." He said wiping his tears then mine.

"It's a false God but I'll still worship this love." Chan said leaning in to kiss me. 

We aren't perfect people but we might be the perfect people for each other. We just need to try and hold on through the tough times cause through the dark there is always daylight.

[hurt-care]

I've had an idea rolling around in my head about an archaeologist, typically one who works in the desert in Egypt, who has a crazy terrible allergies that make going in and out of dusty/moldy tombs a nightmare. I don't know if that's anything you might want to write about, but I don't have the talent and I love your work, so I thought I'd put it forward in case it did something for you!

Okay, so this one immediately sparked my imagination! It isn’t exactly what you described but hopefully close enough!  Enjoy

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The jingle of a cell phone ring broke through the cloud of white noise coming from the air purifier and the AC unit. Thom rolled over and reached for the phone, almost knocking it off the bedside table as he fumbled sleepily.

He squinted at the display and toggled the slider to answer.

“Mhm? Hello?”

“I'm out front. It's ten past.”

Thom sat up with a start and blinked at the clock across the room.

“Oh fuck. I'm sorry Asha, I overslept. Give me a few and I'll be right down.”

He kicked off the sheets and tore through his closet in the small flat for a fresh pair of khakis and a thin linen shirt. He splashed some water on his face and ate a banana quickly while he refilled his water bottle and searched for his baseball cap. Thankfully, his backpack was still stocked from the previous day of work, so he slung it over his shoulder, grabbed his keys, and raced down the two flights of stairs out into the busy Luxor street.

Though it was barely seven, the sun was already blazingly hot. Asha sat, idling her motorcycle and chatting with a street vendor.

“Sorry, sorry,” Thom said as he approached.

“Doctor Rutledge is gonna kill us,” she said, pushing her helmet back down and handing the spare one to Thom. “Let's go.”

Thom sided onto the bike, put on the heavy face-shielded helmet, and took hold of Asha's waist. The bike roared to life and they sped off towards the dig site.

He'd first met Asha two months ago when he'd come to Egypt for his practical experience under the tutelage of renowned Egyptologist, Doctor Emila Rutledge. Asha was a daughter of Luxor, born and raised in the city and her knowledge of its winding streets and the surrounding archeological sights had proved very useful. She was a local assistant on the dig, helping with some of the more tedious sorting and packing of artifacts. And her motorbike was a much faster way to reach the desert than taking a bus and then walking.

They turned down a street leading out of the city and towards the Theban Necropolisdig site. The bike slowed as they turned down the side road and came to a halt where the road turned to sand.

They tugged off their helmets, the sweat dripping down their faces drying instantly in the arid climate. With Asha pushing the bike, they walked the last bit down the sandy path to the tents that marked the research areas.

Thom blinked in the dry air and rubbed at his left eye, turning it a little pink. As they ducked under the canopy of the first tent, he cleared his throat and took a deep swig of his water bottle.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, capping the bottle and putting it back in his pack. “It's my fault. I didn't set a proper alarm.”

Doctor Rutledge looked up from her table of equipment and glared at him.

“There's limited time out here during the storm season,” she warned him. “Don't waste it being late.”

March and April in the desert meant sandstorms and sometimes they struck unexpectedly, plunging the camp into a fog of dust and undoing weeks of excavation work. Thankfully, none had hit the site thus far in the season.

Thom set down his things and turned to his work, Asha at his side, cataloguing a tray of rocks that had eroded off a nearby statue.

“You alright?” she asked, looking at him critically. “Your eyes are kinda pink.”

He blinked and rubbed at his left one again. They did feel a bit gritty.

“Still half asleep,” he said. “Didn't have time for coffee.”

She laughed.

“You'll have to suffer until break then.”

Thom nodded and made a mark in his notebook about one of the artifacts. He rubbed the back of his hand to his nose distractedly, pawing away an itch.

In the distance, the air was growing murky and dim as a far-off storm kicked up sand into the air, turning the sky an unworldly red.

His throat felt drier than usual out in the heat of the open desert. Putting his notebook down, he reached again for his water bottle.

“You sure you're fine?” Asha asked suspiciously. “Your eyes look awful.”

Thom pushed his water bottle cap shut and opened his mouth to answer her, but he was distracted by a sudden, very urgent itch. He wrinkled his nose and turned away, cupping his hands to his face.

Hurh-TSGHT!

“Blessings to you,” she offered.

Thom sniffled and wiped at his nose. He could feel the familiar burning of an allergic reaction growing in his respiratory system and suddenly his stomach sank. In the haste of his departure that morning, he'd neglected to take his allergy medication.

He'd always been someone who struggled with allergies, to everything from cats to pollen to mold and dust. His youth had been full of inhalers on the sidelines of the soccer pitch, extra allergy pills packed for sleepovers, and his own air purifier for his college dorm room. Adulthood had not improved things as much as he'd hoped. He'd expected that the dry air of Egypt would be a relief to his hayfever, but he'd been warned about dust-storm season and the large amounts of pollen and mold and dust kicked up by the strong winds. The local pharmacy had put out a display of face masks only a week prior.

“Oh shit,” he groaned, digging through his backpack. Maybe he had some spare pills stowed away.

“What?” Asha asked.

“Ugh, my allergies,” he said, sniffling again. “I forgot my medicine this morning.”

“Wow, you really did fuck up the start of your day,” she teased. “You have allergies? Bad ones?”

“Yes, bad ones,” he said, reaching to the bottom of an outside pocket and feeling his rescue inhaler. At least that was some relief. “Bad enough to need a prescription daily.”

“And it's storm season,” she said. “The worst for that.”

“I've been told,” he said miserably. He could feel his eyes beginning to water and he ran his tongue along the top of his mouth and back towards his throat, trying to settle an itch.

Hhrr-TSGHHT!

He sneezed roughly into his shoulder.

“Well,” he said, pulling a bandanna out of his pack. “This might help a little.”

He tied the triangle of cloth over his nose and mouth, tucking the excess into the top of his shirt.

“Very mysterious,” Asha teased. “My work partner, Zorro.”

Thom went back to his notes, but concentrating was extremely difficult. He wrinkled his nose under the bandanna and tried to focus on his work, but the itching was too strong.

Hehh-ehh-GSHTT!

A damp spot blossomed on the bandanna under his nose.

He clamped a hand over the fabric and pinched his nose, turning away from Asha.

NghT! Hehh...eh-TSGHT! Tsh'GXHT!

Three rapid stifles tumbled forward, held in by his fingers.

Tsgh! Ehh-TSGH!

“Wow,” Asha said, watching. “You were not kidding.”

“No,” he said miserably, letting go of his nose. “This is pretty mild, actually. Usually I...I..hehhh...heh-TSGHT!”

He sneezed once again into the bandanna and tugged it free from his face, using it as a proper handkerchief.

“I'll ask around to see if anyone else has some medicine,” Asha offered. “Sit down a minute.”

He sunk into a camp chair with the bandanna over his nose.

Hehh-ehhhh-GSHTT!

By the time she returned, his breath was growing wheezy and his eyes were swollen. He coughed hoarsely into his fist and swallowed hard.

“No luck,” she said.

“What going on over here?”

Doctor Rutledge was standing behind them, looking expectantly at them both.

“Thom is having an allergic reaction, Doctor,” Asha explained. “I was looking around to see if anyone had any medication.”

“And?”

“No one does,” she said. “I'm sorry, Thom.”

“That's okay,” he croaked. “I just need a minute. I—heh-SGHHT!”

He sneezed thickly into the bandana and pinched his nose before giving it a sharp blow.

“It's storm season, Thom,” Doctor Rutledge said. “The longer you're out here, the worse it'll get.”

Ehhh-GSXHTT!

He was starting to feel the strain in his lungs and he fished in his bag, curling his fingers around his rescue inhaler just in case.

“I think you should go back home, Thom,” Doctor Rutledge said. “It looks like the winds are headed this way.”

He could barely see her through his watering eyes.

“Are you sure, doctor? I could go work in one of those more covered tents across the way.”

“No, that isn't necessary. Asha, will you get him home?”

“Yes, I'll do that.”

Doctor Rutledge turned to head back to her work as Thom launched into another fit.

Ehh-tsxSHTT! Ngh'GSHT!

Thom curled in on himself, sneezing rapidly.

Tsgh-GSHT Tsh'GHT! TXGHT!

He blew his nose hard into bandana and surfaced from the fit with a wheezy gasp.

“Hold on,” he croaked, raising the inhaler. “I need this first.”

He took a puff and breathed in the medication, holding it in as long as he could before he started to cough and exhaled nosily.

Asha sighed sympathetically and held out her water bottle. He took a deep swig from it and thanked her.

“Let's go before you get worse,” she said.

They returned to the motorcycle, going slowly along the path because of Thom's swollen eyes. He shoved the helmet over his leaky face and climbed on the bike behind Asha.

The ride back into Luxor was a blur of exhausted sniffling and two very unpleasant sneezes inside the helmet before they pulled up in front of Thom's apartment.

“C'mon,” Asha said gently, taking his arm and leading him inside. He started to climb the two flights of stairs but on the first landing he was forced to pause as another fit took over, wrenching him forward with several forceful sneezes that tore out of him rapid-fire.

Hurhhh-TSGHHH! Ngh-TSGHHT! Hehh....ehh-TSCHHH!

They staggered up the next flight and into Thom's flat. He swallowed two of his prescription pills from the medicine cabinet before slouching down into his sofa and taking another puff of his inhaler.

“I thought leaving England would be the end of all this mess,” he said miserably.

“Oh no, we've got all our own special allergens here too. Storm season is infamous. I'm sure you've been told.”

“I have,” he said. “I probably would still be a bit of mess with my prescription, but I can't believe I managed to forgot taking it at all!”

“I guess we'll see,” Asha said. “There's two months of this dust. Maybe invest in a mask. Lots of people wear them this time of year.”

Eh-TSCHH!

Asha shoved a box of tissues across the coffee table towards Thom.

“And maybe invest in a few more of those too. Sounds like you might need them.”

[istgimamess]

Label: sm entertainment

Stage name: bella (because you're beautiful~)

Debut year: 2015 (3 yrs active)

Debut concept: aggressive bubblegum synth, dance heavy, vocal heavy, bright, pop!

Number of members: 4

Group name: strawberry jam (sj)

Fandom name: jammers

Position: main vocal, visual, dance line

Male bestie: Jongin (EXO)

How you meet: you are a hard worker, always putting your best foot forward, giving it your all; putting all your effort into anything you do! Which is such a great quality, you're told! Lord knows, you've benefited from that personality trait thousands of times, mostly in your career and personal relationships! However, alot of the time, it tends to have a negative effect! Mainly on your health! You put so much effort into whatever you're working on at the moment: new choreography, new music etc. that you tend to neglect your personal health! This lands you in the hospital alot; its not ideal, but you can't complain, your doctor is probably your favorite! Which is where you end up meeting (*cough*...fighting with) Jongin! You had a really important public appearance coming up, a couple of variety shows and another comeback all scheduled within a weeks time; and you knew your health wasn't at its prime, so you were basically in mental panic mode! You were hoping to get in and out of your check up as fast as possible, because you had things to do! Long story short, that wasn't happening! You ended up sticking your head in to the doctors office, to confront the patient before you! Which happened to be Jongin! "Hi! Yeah, sorry! Could you, I don't know, hurry up!? I've aged quite drastically since being here.." "He's my doctor and I was here first!" "Yeah, well he likes me better!" After a few more minutes of back and forth, a kindergarten-like tantrum and some overdramatic whining on both of your parts, you were left by your very flustered doctor to "..Work things out!.." You quickly end up bonding over your mutual lack of priority when it comes to your health, your whiney childlike mannerisms when you're sick or hungry and a love for the theater! He ends up becoming one of your best friends and you're almost always together! You're both quite determined and hardworking, both tending to over work yourselves and this is usually the cause for most of your fights: scolding eachother for not prioritizing your health! He ends up worrying about your health more than he does his, and vice versa! But you're constantly supporting eachother in anything you pursue! "Jongin, I heard Bella from Strawberry Jam is your best friend, is that true!?" "Yeah, she's my best friend!" "Cool! I also heard she is the biggest EXO supporter, is that right!?" "Yes, she is! I made a joke the other day about her leaving music to work for EXO and help us promote our new album!" "Really!? What did she say!?" "It was so funny, she took the album and walked over to the street corner and just stood there like this...(^ gif ^)..I couldn't stop laughing!" Your friendship is really goals!

Female bestie: Jennie (Blackpink)

How you meet: you love singing and you love theatrics but sometimes you feel like dancing and choreography, in general, can be very confusing and frustrating! So you decided to take some dance classes on the side, for some extra practice! That's how you meet Jennie, through a friend of a friend! One day after class, you accidently trip over her bag and take her down in a mess of legs, elbows and sweat! "Oh my god- I'm so sorry!...Ouch! Sorry! Yikes- are you okay!?" "Yes, of course! I'm clearly living the dream!" "Oh, well...glad I could help you do that then..." you stared at eachother for a few beats of silence, still sprawled out on the floor, and then busted out laughing! You ended up attached at the hip! It's an inside joke that you were split at birth and that you're actually twins; that's how similar your personalities are and your sense of humor! You're both really sarcastic and it's 100x worse when you're together! The fans love it! And despite how goofy and silly you both are when you're together, everyone can tell you both care about eachother immensely! You're always supporting eachother and you're always both genuinely happy for eachothers successes! She calls herself your "only fan!" And she lives up to that name! "Jennie! Did you hear yet!? Strawberry Jams song 'Pink' has hit the Billboard charts!" "..(^ gif ^)..What!? Seriously!?! I have to call Bella!!..." Such a cute friendship!

Group bestie: NCT OT18

How you meet: this probably, most definitely was the weirdest encounter you've ever had! You love to skateboard; you wouldn't say you're that great at it, I mean, you're no Tony hawk! But it is a hobby of yours! And when you have a stressful, busy day, full of dance practices and studio visits- you like to sneak out in the middle of the night, when the streets are empty, go down to the local park and skate to de-stress a bit! It's kind of like your secret rendezvous self-care session! Not even your group members know about it! The park, Seoul in general, is usually dead with no soul in sight at this time of night! Which is why you're so startled when one second you're minding your own business, practicing an inward heel flip and the next second you're surrounded by a bunch of guys who look like they've just stepped straight out of an Avril Lavigne MV! It startles you so much you trip backwards over your board and land flat on your back! You say about every curse word in every language you know, on the way down! "Oh my god! I told you we would scare her!" "If anybody scared her, it was you with that stupid pedo face!" "That's so rude! Taeyong, tell him that was rude!" "I mean..I did tell you to shave this morning.." "Yeah, you kind of look like an asian yeti.." "Or a pedophile, definitely a pedophile.." "Seriously?! Is this attack necessary!?? I mean-" "Umm, so sorry, pedi-yeti and friends..could you possibly, I don't know...help me up!?" They ended up hauling you up and bombarding you with questions left and right! Questions about your skateboard, questions about your skating technique etc etc. The more they asked, the more you answered and the more you answered, the more they asked! It was pretty much down hill from there! But it's all good, they quickly became some of your biggest supporters and closest friends! They always cheer for you the loudest at award shows! And sometimes, Taeyong or Ten, will send you little videos and clips (with the funniest captions) they filmed, on the down low, of the rest of the members singing and dancing to your music, unaware the were being filmed! "..[Bella, your music is hurting innocent bystanders! RIP Jeno]..(^ gif ^).." They're such a mess and it's the cutest!

Boyfriend: Taehyung (BTS)

Ship name(s): tella, bae couple, baehyung

How you meet: the way you 'officially' meet is kind of funny! And the time and location is a bit obscure! Anytime someone asks him when and where you met, he says Italy in June! You say it was definitely paris, late July! Both of you would be right and wrong! You love traveling and any time you have the opportunity, you jump on it! This is no secret! You first noticed him in Paris, he first noticed you in Italy, you both noticed eachother in Chicago! By the time you ended up back in the Incheon International Airport - you were 98.7% positive you had picked up a stalker abroad! "Are you following me!?" "I was going to ask you the same thing!" "Well I asked you first, so answer!" "I don't take demands from potential stalkers!" Some threats to call the police and a couple defensive hand gestures later, you eventually both settled on fate being the reason you've bumped into eachother over and over again! As cheesy as it might sound! You quickly bond over your artistic and creative sides, and a strong love for traveling and then there is no going back! He's one of your biggest supporters and you both often credit eachother as being an inspiration and muse! You eventually, after realizing how important and serious your relationship was becoming, went public! You figured your close friends and family would be the most supportive, and they were, but in actuality it was the fans that became your biggest supporters! "Tae-oppa!! Over here!! Taehyung-oppa!! You and Bella-unnie are the cutest couple ever!! I will always support you!!" "...(^ gif ^)..." It's so heartwarming!

Biggest fan: your biggest fan is probably Junhoe from IKON! He's always covering your songs, he even covers the songs you cover! He says it's only because he wants to prove he can harmonize with you, always calling you out in interviews hoping to get the chance to meet you and collaborate! "Bella from Strawberry Jam is my favorite! She has the best voice, even better than me! And she has good taste in music, I would love to collaborate with her if given the chance!" He's always showing support for your comebacks as well and even your solo projects; watching every drama and CF you do and streaming your music, constantly singing along with you at the top of his lungs! He's a dedicated and loyal fan and he's pretty loud and proud about it! So much, that it's even a running joke in his group that he would leave the rest of the members for even just a chance to perform with you! Well, it's a joke to them! Him, not so much! "Junhoe! I heard that you're a huge fan of Bella from Strawberry Jam, is that true!?" "Yes! She is my favorite singer!" "Oh really!? I heard that you would leave IKON without a second thought, if she ever wanted to perform with you!" "Yes, I would! In a heartbeat!" "What the-...you answered that so fast! You would really leave us, huh!?" "Yep!.." "...(^ gif ^)..." It's pretty funny!

Scandal: it's really no secret you have been trying to break out into the acting industry for a while, and make that cross over from idol to actress - auditioning and taking acting classes and workshops in your spare time! It's also no secret that you're good long time friends with Jaebum from GOT7! You've know eachother since before your debut and he's one of your closest friends, almost family! He's always helping you practice and reading scripts with you to help prepare you for auditions, giving you advice and direction on characters! So it's really not shocking when dispatch comes out with photographs of you two, on multiple days, coming out of your apartment and/or restaurants! What is a bit shocking is the headlines that are attached to those photos! "Strawberry Jams Bella and GOT7s Jaebum! Are they together!?" "Does GOT7s Jaebum have a sweet tooth for Strawberry Jam!? New couple alert!" It's ridiculous! "Are they serious!? A sweet tooth!? Who is writing this mush!?" "What I don't understand is how they got us mixed up!? I mean, I'm clearly the more desirable one in this relationship.." "Are you trying to make me throw up, or does that just come naturally when looking at your face?" "I'm a masterpiece and you are blessed to be in my presence.." What a dork!

Other activities: it's no secret you live for the dramatics, and the theatre is almost like your second home! So when SM suggested you audition for a couple of upcoming dramas, you jumped on the opportunity! And it was the best thing you could've possibly done! You ended up, not only booking a role, but booking a lead! You got to act along Seo Kang Joon (^ gif ^) who is the sweetest and most talented! You made new life long friends, won a couple of awards and gained a whole new following! Sure, they made you dye your hair a darker shade a red and teased you a bit on set about your sense of humor, but it was totally worth it! "It was so fun! And the hair color choice is actually kind of growing on me!" "Oh really!? Quickly, say that again into the camera! In 10 years when you're bald, I want proof that you were once satisfied..." "JB, I will literally push you off of this rooftop..." You didn't, but you were close to it!

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@suchqt here is your idol ship~ thanks so much for the request and I hope you like it! 😅 Let me know what you think!

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Do you have any fics you'd recommend for Be More Chill? I just recently got into the musical because of you and I've read all yours already! They're sooo good

this is probably one of the BEST THINGS I have heard all day!! THANK YOU FOR READING, ANON!!

oooh, fic recs. I haven’t been reading as much as I’d like, mostly because I’m so focused on writing that I’ve been….neglecting to read…but I do have a few fics I’d stake my life on!

I’m sticking to 1 completed fic per author for brevity’s sake! All of them are kinda boyfs centric (not necessarily…where they get together…actually only 3 of them feature them getting together…) except the one in the middle, which is richjake!

smooth operator by reptilianraven / @actualbird

See, just a few hours ago in the hallway, Jeremy may have told a little tiny lie to Jake. Just a casual, offhand comment in reply to Jake’s casual, offhand, “Yo, just curious, but have you ever had sex?”

It’s a question so out of the left field that Jeremy practically has no choice but to answer, “Pfft, yeah, of course.”

It’s all downhill from there.

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The rumor-filled totally false account of how Jeremy Heere allegedly slept with basically everybody.

Listen. This fic was my gateway drug to this fandom. Bird is like, 99% of the reason I’m here in the first place. Read everything from them. This fic is 90% hilarity and 10% unexpected gut-punch feelings. Witty, sweet, and utterly Peak Teenage Shenanigans. It’s just. So Good. Just please read it. Treat yo self.

you give me miles and miles of mountains (and i’ll ask for the sea) by left_uncovered / @left-uncovered

It scares Jeremy sometimes, the things Michael does for him.

(Michael is in love with Jeremy. Jeremy just wishes loving and being in love were the same thing.)

A study in the different nuances of love. This fic just might be the death of you. I am dead serious. left_uncovered is a serial killer of readers’ hearts and this fic murdered me with a rusty butter knife. Totally worth it. (also, pretty much minimal porn in this one, but this writer’s other works are just…amazing for my inner pervert)

how to repress your every emotion (and why you maybe sometimes shouldn’t): a guide by jeremy heere by sulfuric / @playertwojer

michael and jeremy go on a camping trip. jeremy isn’t good at outdoors or feelings, but he ends up diving headfirst into both, anyways.

Only one bmc fic from this author so far but it’s an excellent start! Gold star comedy interwoven with desperate feelings, featuring Jeremy Heere’s increasingly feeble attempts at denial and super-Michael camping hero. I smiled the whole way through.

everything i tried to leave behind by LittleDragonPrince 

People knew his name, they greeted him as they passed him by in the hallway, he even got invited to parties. And all it took was four hundred bucks – who would have guessed it?

Snapshots of the life of the real Richard Goranski.

If you love Rich Goranski, or just love well-written explorations of supporting characters that really delve into backstory and don’t pull any punches at all, you should read this. It’s a canon compliant Rich-centric fic with a richjake endgame and all the pain was worth the ending!!

Lichtenburg by Nymm_at_Night 

Michael tests his boundaries.

Honestly, I’m pretty sure I clicked this fic for the porn and ended up staying for the feels. Including loads of messy feelings, the beginnings of physical and emotional recovery from the squip, and a handjob that has no business being so delightfully filthy. 

‘Multitasking’ by the_impardis / @medusalith-mycelium

oh look another unnecessary page 80 referencing fic because Jeremy Heere is horny trash who can’t keep it in his pants even over the phone.

This is porn based off of the bmc novel’s little ‘Jeremy actually jerks off during a phone call to Michael’ hijinks, there are several of fics that were inspired by that little bit, and this one is my ultimate fave. Such a perfectly hot piece that really captures the Horny Teenagers aesthetic. Also, this writer just somehow manages to give me a shot of happy feelings in everything they write.

Sleepsong by hurricanesunny / @hurricanesunny

It’s a snow day and Michael’s pretty sure Jeremy is magic.

Honestly sunny is another writer you just need to read everything from. Her oneshots are amazing. (her current WIP is also amazing, but will drown you in a raging river of pain, so make sure you write a will before you read it) This fic is a supernatural AU featuring the boyfs at 6yo. Sweet, fluffier than cotton candy, and poetic in its wording and maddeningly addictive to read.

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How about a really lost Kara? Because all she can think of is Cat and what will be her reaction about what happened? I've been waiting for Kara to break down cos of all this.

Alright now, that is not exactly what you asked but I think I’m totally bitter about the whole CatCo disaster and Cat’s absence … It shows. Thanks for the prompt, lovely ♥

The looks she receives are a strange mixture of pity and cruelty and she’s being honest, she understands. She did betray CatCo. when she blogged that article and even the fact that it was the right call doesn’t make her feel better.It’s a walk of shame all the way to her office and her heart breaks when she sees the box full of her personal items, put atop the corner of the desk she had finally earned, after months of struggles and conflicts between her and her grumpy, snappy boss. There’s a picture atop of it, a family picture of herself with the Danvers, when she was young and when everything was still easier than today despite the discovering and taming of super powers.She asks, for good measure, even though she knows the answer. “You’re firing me?”She understands everything he’s saying and she can see, underneath the anger and bitterness he’s throwing at her, that he’s wounded. The disappointment is clear in his narrowed eyes and etched across his annoyed scowl but when he actually says he was rooting for her, it makes her very soul bleed.It resounds deeply in her and she can remember someone else who was waiting for her to rise to the occasion. She swallows thickly, fights the tears back and takes her box without another word.She knows Snapper is right to fire her but it doesn’t make it easier to accept.She’s fired from CatCo.After surviving as Cat’s personal assistant for more than two years, it’s Snapper Carr who ushers her out after barely a few months of being a reporter. Short lived promotion, she thinks as she steps into the elevator.Eve is already in there and she doesn’t say anything but Kara welcomes the pumpkin latte that’s being held in front of her. James’s assistant walks her out of the building and it’s only then that she says something.“For what it’s worth and it’s not much, you did the right thing. I know it doesn’t help right now but it was … it was the right call, Kara.” She says with a sad smile.Eve Tessmacher was very clever, underneath that strangely naive look and high-pitched voice. Kara chose her for that reason, it reminded her of when she first got here.Bittersweet memories.“Thanks Eve. Keep an eye on James and don’t let him neglect CatCo, okay? Goodbye, Eve.” She forces a smile and then turns around.—She wants to tell Alex what’s going on but her sister doesn’t talk to her outside of the DEO. They’re always fighting lately and they can’t seem to find their balance back. Kara doesn’t know why but somehow, she wants to blame Maggie. It’s unfair, it’s petty and it’s totally wrong but she feels lost and confused and sad.She’s always sad lately.Even when Mon-El barges in her apartment with that annoying smile he thinks is irresistible. He’s her boyfriend, or so he calls himself that, and she feels forced to make some efforts but it’s just pointless and she can already see the end of that relationship. She’s sad because she misses everyone, all those people who used to be there no matter what, the one she would die for.Winn is busy with his new girlfriend and she realizes she never even met the girl.Alex, giving her the cold shoulder.J’onn, probably feeling caught between her and Alex and trying to navigate between those sensitives feelings, is acting as normal as he can but she still feels awkward around him. Illegitimate, if she can put it that way.Lucy Lane returned to the Army and she’s somewhere in the world, fighting for what she believes in. Kara finds that she misses the younger Lane’s fresh mind and blunt honesty.James is putting some distance between them, even after they tried to call a truce. She did notice he wasn’t at CatCo as often as he should and Cat would be so mad at him if she knew.Cat.Cat Grant, gone diving into the unknown and leaving a thriving empire and a broken heart behind her. Cat never reached out to her, aside from a warm but distant email to congratulate her on her first byline. It was lined with some bittersweet comments about how convenient it was that Supergirl was an official source of Kara Danvers but nonetheless, it had been their only contact since Cat’s dreadful leave of absence.Kara feels incredibly sad and lonely.—Days go by, one by one. It turns into weeks and then months and Kara doesn’t hear from Cat.She’s working for an online newspaper now, a popular and pretty high-ranked one and she’s making more money than when she was working at CatCo but she doesn’t like it. She doesn’t like the loneliness of the internet and the lack of social interaction with coworkers and a boss.Alex and her are working through their issues. It’s slow but it’s working and they’re finding some balance again, finally. Maggie helped and Kara’s forever grateful to her for that.Her break-up with Mon-El had been messy and pretty bad but then he had been taken away by some strange people claiming he was the rightful heir of Daxam and that he belonged with his people. Some daxamites survivors escaped the doomed planet and colonized another one, making it Daxam 2.0 and Kara almost killed Mon-El when he told him that, before he left with his newfound people. She didn’t have anyone left of her original world aside from Superman but even he grew up on earth so truly, she was the last of her kind and when Mon-El dangled all those facts about his world on front of her, she’s lost her temper and used heat-vision on him.He’s gone now, she thinks, sipping at some strong, so very strong, alcohol she’s ordered.The alien bar is quiet and almost empty. Maggie is helping around as a bartender because apparently, the place is always short of people to fill the position. Alex is sat across the table and looking at her with something like understanding gleaming in her eyes.“Still missing your infamous Miss Grant, I see.” Kara doesn’t even try to hide it. She’s talked to Alex about the fact she was missing her old boss but it was mostly Maggie, who had opened her eyes about that big, big and hopeless crush she was still carrying around, even after all those months without seeing Cat.“Yeah. I know for a fact she’s aware that I’ve been fired, Eve apparently got an earful about how James didn’t do his job because he let this happen. I still don’t understand why she called about everyone but me but well. Cat Grant is not exactly know to be predictable.” She says and her tone is bitter.“Maybe … Maybe you should reach out to her?” It’s not the first time Alex suggests this but Kara shakes her head no. She’s lost, she’s sad, she’s mad but she’s also proud. She refuses to cave.“Then stop acting so miserable, Kara. Either you act on it or you let it go and you move on.” Alex says and her look is cutting, clear and straight to the point. Kara knows she’s tired of that attitude but she can’t really help it. She’s not happy, not the least bit.“Yeah. I’ll try.” She says, hoping that will get her sister off her back. It works but the look Alex gives her says it’s only for now. Maggie swings by and drops their orders on the table, kisses Alex on the mouth and walks away to serve other customers. She’s comfortable and smiling and Kara sees the smile that graces Alex’s lips.She’s a little jealous of that pure, unaltered happiness.—“Danvers. You can have your job back, if you want it.”Kara blinks but her face stays perfectly composed and she simply stares at Snapper.It’s been almost two years since she last saw the man and he’s the same old grumpy reporter he was back then, with only more wrinkles on his face and some more weight on his body. He looks annoyed but she knows it’s just a facade. She’s learned how to read him when she was working for him, not that it really helped her anyway.“No.” She simply says.She doesn’t know why she’s accepted the interview that came through email a few days ago but now that she’s sat across her former boss, she can see why it’s a waste of time.She’s working for CatCo.’s biggest competitor now and she’s rising fast, there are talks about her being the new Lois Lane of her generation. She likes the comparison but only because it’s probably making Cat cringes, somewhere in the world.For a second, Snapper looks actually surprised but then, the unthinkable happens.He smiles.A wide, genuine smile and he simply says “You’re good Danvers. You’ll go places, I have no doubt. You’ve already started anyway.”She shrugs and then asks “Someone told you to offer me my old job back, you don’t want me in your team and it shows. That’s okay because I actually like my new job. My boss trust me.”Snapper grins and then waves, she’s being dismissed. She stands up and goes to leave the office but then she turns around and asks “Who asked you to do that?”He gives her a look and she can practically read the name in his narrowed, annoyed eyes.It’s obvious and she knew the answer before asking, he knows it too.She doesn’t even dignify it and she goes away.This time, she leaves CatCo. with a spring in her steps and a lighter heart because she knows she won’t ever come back.And she’s fine with that. 

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