#but i feel so guilty when i’m not working ngl

[lyriumsings]

turns out going out and doing things is good for you vs staying inside for weeks at a time lol but sadly leaving the house cuts into drawing im trying to make up for it by watching studies and collecting comm refs

[getoutofmytardis]

if u get tattooed/want tattoos!!!

hi!! here are some things that are probs good to look out for (although i gotta emphasise most tattooers are super chill and lovely!! and getting tattooed is sm fun!!) just i keep hearing Stories and ngl i fear for peoples safety and apologies this is not very coherently put together but i am a soup of rage.

poor hygiene ie. not wrapping equipment properly, not washing their hands, not wrapping the bed or armrest, touching things other than things on the station or the tattoo with gloves on or touching any of those things without gloves on, just nothing gross. we don’t support cross contamination in this household. like cmon, girl u should not have an overflowing sharps container in the same cupboard as ur supplies!! ik this is awkward to look out for bc u can’t see everything they’re doing (and u shouldn’t have to be watching everything theyre doing to make sure they’re doing it right) and also. yanno. chances are ya haven’t done an infection control and bbp course (bc that’s literally the tattoo artists job) but yeah. you’re allowed to ask questions if something seems off. most people are chill but if they’re being gross you’re allowed to say something or leave)

drug use (??? insane this needs mentioning) ur tattoo artist should not be consuming drugs or alcohol during or prior to the session. (if people are smoking inside the studio during ur appointment?? absolutely not??? get OUT of there?? unsanitary not to mention inconsiderate, also no it is not normal for ur artist to be stoned let alone have multiple spliff breaks???? idc if speed is u self medicating u CANNOT just do a line mid tattoo WHAT THE FUCK)(i have to stress this is not the norm but jesus christ)(the weed thing does seem to be kinda common tho..? or not common just like. i would have like 10 nickels for that and that seems like too many. anyway if it’s ur friends and there’s consent sure whatever but if it’s a paying client?? absolutely not)

general creepy behaviour? if ur artist makes you feel uncomfortable at ANY point you are allowed to say something. you are allowed to leave. (telling people to remove more clothing than they need to for either the tattoo or for pictures is fucking gross and creepy. fuck you dave.) ur allowed a privacy screen. ur allowed nipple covers. ur allowed to tape ur clothes in place. ur allowed privacy if you do actually need to remove any clothing or get changed. also you do not have to remove clothing for photographs. they shouldn’t be commenting on your body. if they say anything or if you are asked to do anything that makes you uncomfortable YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LEAVE.

move the stencil as many times as you want. you are allowed to take breaks. you’re allowed to make changes to the design. it’s literally a tattoo on you my guy. you’re allowed to leave if you want to. there’s probs more things to mention (pls do add any) but this is the unholy trinity in my brain rn. anyway! i don’t know how to conclude this, be safe out there, don’t be scared to get tattooed if ur new to it see if you can get a recommendation from a friend or go with a friend it makes things a lot more chill!! be silly be goofy get yatted ma bois :)

[folkloresthings]

in honour of us both going to uni tomorrow, i have a lil drabble request…fernando with a younger gf doing a degree 🫣 nando is my guilty pleasure ngl

EL ur a genius 🤍 my two fav things. also made her do a journalism degree because i’m doing a journalism degree so what

A WORLD AWAY. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

“how’s your essay going?”

fernando’s soft spanish accent is muffled through the speaker of your phone, his face propped up on your desk next to your laptop. the glow of the screens and your newest candle illuminate your face in the top—right corner, hair scraped back and a large hoodie hanging on your shoulders. fernando still thinks you’re the most beautiful thing.

“not terrible,” you sigh, glancing at the word document that has laid untouched since your phone had rang thirty minutes ago. “need some more sources to fill it out a bit. i’ll probably have to stay up to finish it.”

“not too late,” fernando orders, brows raised. “you need your sleep.”

glancing at the clock, you mentally work out what time it is with him. he’d have only been up for a few hours, morning in singapore while it was night in london.

“yes sir,” you chuckle, sipping your lukewarm tea. “how do you feel for quali?”

the usual updates from your boyfriend pour in, and you know he could talk for hours about his job and the race. frankly, you’d let him. your degree was exhausting at the best of times, but you were in your final year now and with the deadline for your dissertation looming, the stress was piling on. fernando’s calls to rant about work or just dissect a race distracted you from your own responsibilities, even if it was just for a little while.

“go to sleep, mi amor. you look exhausted,” he sweetly worries, head titled adorably in the camera. “you can finish it tomorrow.”

“wanna talk to you, though,” you pout, already shutting your laptop and crawling under the covers of your bed. “i miss you.”

“i miss you too, cariño,” fernando murmurs. while the other wives and girlfriends jetted off to as many races as they could, your degree kept you far too busy to be able to visit fernando as much as you wanted to. you went to as many races as you could — but both of you felt the hardships of the distance.

“but you need to sleep. i’ll speak to you later, okay? i love you.”

“i love you too. goodnight.”

when you did get the chance to visit fernando at work, he was ecstatic. showing you off was his favourite thing to do, bragging about your academic achievements and whatever article you’d written most recently. it made a nice change to people asking, or not so subtly whispering, about the evident age gap.

you were almost twenty—four, fernando eighteen years your senior. it gained a lot of attention when you first went public, and still did two years into your relationship. you’d learned to deal with it, but you could always feel the eyes on you when you entered the paddock.

“don’t worry about them,” kika always told you, walking arm in arm to hospitality for a coffee. she had her own struggles, with her and pierre’s smaller, but still noticeable, age gap. “you love each other. that’s what matters.”

and, god, you did love fernando. watching him race, embedded in his element, he was easy to adore. when, every time he took him helmet off, he found your face in the crowd and sent you a wink.

“i’m so glad you could come,” your boyfriend mumbles in your ear when you hug him after the race, congratulating his impressive P5. it wasn’t podium, but you were proud no matter what. your chest seized as his words flew straight to your heart — you knew how much it meant to fernando to have someone there to support him, even with the tough facade he so often put on. you only wished you could be there more.

“a few more months and i’ll have graduated, then i’ll come to every race,” you tell him happily, lips squished where his hands press to each cheek. lingering forward, his soft lips fall on yours and kiss you adoringly. a thank you, everything he wasn’t very good at vocalising when he wanted to.

“i’m so proud of you,” fernando mumbles against your lips, hands heavy in your hair.

“i’m supposed to be the one telling you that.”

“i mean it, mi amor. you’ve been working so hard, and i know it’s not easy being with me. but i’m glad that you are,” fernando admits. your teeth find your bottom lip, willing it not to wobble as your eyes begin to sting with warmth. no matter what happened with the race, or your degree, or even the scandal of your relationship — you had each other.

[masuchu]

“𝐙𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒” [BSD MEN]

what happens when the bsd men’s gf gets zoomies? ‧₊˚

genre. fluff !! kinda silly ngl . perhaps ooc but idk

characters. dazai, chuuya & fyodor

love, masu. this has been rotting in my drafts for sooooo long!! i polished it off and i love it now!! it’s a very stupid idea, but who even cares

(大哉) 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 ‧₊˚

Zoomies are contagious for this man. When you start sprinting around your shared apartment for absolutely no apparent reason, he questions nothing and joins you.

As much as he finds it amusing to sit back and watch you run around like a toddler, he feels the childish longing to join you bubbling up inside him.

When you crash into things? He crashes into them too! You’ll clean later, for now, he’s perfectly content to copy your strange antics.

However, he can only last so long running around like a lunatic. He will be worn out by the end of your spree!

“Bella, how are you still going? I feel like I’m going to die…”

You halted your movements and peered down amused at your heaving boyfriend, strewn out clumsily on your sofa.

“Aw, can’t keep up Samu’?” You teasingly muttered against your lover’s lips, much too close to escape without being gripped firmly and ambushed with kisses.

“Haha! Leave me alone!” You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his lips teasing all around your face.

“So long as you stay here with me and stop giving yourself whiplash~”

You giggled again. “For you.”

(中也) 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 ‧₊˚

Oh my god, not a day goes by where you don’t severely decrease the concentration of braincells in this man’s head.

When suddenly begin to dart around his million dollar apartment with seemingly zero spacial nor social awareness, you actually stun him.

Jaw dropped, eyes switching from wide to squinted every few seconds, completely and utterly speechless.

What the fuck were you doing?? This man loves you with every fibre of his being, every inch of his soul— however, sometimes you really do make him question if you were, well, okay.

When he gets over his initial shock, he shakes his head and pretends it never happened. He may chuckle and call you something along the lines of ‘damn weirdo’, but he really does love you and your oddness!

Your heavy breaths are all that can be heard throughout the room, hands on your hips in attempt to allow more oxygen into your lungs.

“Ah! I’m so tired, what are you drink— Why are you looking at me like that?”

You finally take notice of your boyfriend’s humorously perplexed stare, and shake your head at his expression.

“What on earth was that?!”

“What was what?”

Chuuya blink twice and lets his head fall back, allowing a mix of a groan and a laugh to escape his lips.

“Forget about it.”

(费奥多尔) 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 ‧₊˚

Fyodor tends to allow you to do your thing in these situations.

He understands you aren’t looking for attention, your nerves are just going haywire. So long as you don’t break anything or kill anyone (anyone important, at least), he is perfectly content with carrying on with his work and leaving you to your devices.

That is, until you do break something.

The torment you put this man through is humorous, considering his occupation and life goals. He prays he may live one day without something happening.

“What, exactly, am I looking at?”

You look down at the shattered vase on the floor, and let out a shaky laugh. A laugh that was more of a ‘shit! I am in trouble’ rather than a ‘this is very funny’.

“Urm. Well, I sort of crashed into the table. And then, it kind of, very much fell off and shattered.”

A moment that was much too long for you liking passed by painfully. You shuffled from foot to foot, and placed you gaze anywhere but your lovers face. It was not in Fyodor’s nature to feel empathy, but he didn’t care about the vase. And he supposed it would be a hassle to deal with you in an apologetic and guilty state…

“It is fine, I didn’t care for it much. Though, please refrain from destroying any more of my ceramics when you continue… doing whatever you were doing.”

“I will try. And it’s called ‘zoomies’!”

“….Right.”

2024 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

[juhaknyeonies]

choi seungcheol smau (scoups)

music major!seungcheol x cinematography major!reader

summary: you left home early and don’t have anyone to dorm with at the dorms so you take up rent with a friend, you need to find a job but it’s been a struggle for you and you can’t just let your friend pay rent by yourself so when you find a job you immediately take it but what you didn’t realise was this job had you moving around a lot more than you wanted too. atleast he’s rich, right?

genre: humour, fluff, romance, slight angst

warnings: landlord is a prick, sick people (illness), isolation and arguements

started 27/06/23 - ended tba

updates: every saturday and thursday

feel free to ask to be apart of taglist

a/n: i am not american so the dates when the academic term starts and ends may be a little different, also years of when certain people graduate will be different based on their major.

term 1: early february - early april (beginning of the academic year)

2 week break

term 2: late april - late june

2 week break

term 3: late july - late september

2 week break

term 4: early october - mid december (end of academic year)

6 week break and repeat again

the beginning

profiles 1 (y/n’s squad 😝)

profiles 2 and 2.5 (12 broke uni students + mingyu)

beginning of academic year

recording #1: day too early..

recording #2: job stealer

recording #3: the girl in vernon’s class

recording #4: ncity liquor

recording #5: job interview = happy cheol

recording #6: can you drive??

recording #7: today is not my day

recording #8: guilty

recording #9: are you girlypop?

recording #10: accidentally asked a girl out…

recording #11: cute

recording #12: sleep on the floor

recording #13: texting, i’m bored

recording #14: my fav cousin

recording #15: i wanna go, but i don’t but i did!

recording #16: drunk one-sided fight

recording #17: not jeonghan approved

recording #18: they finally did work!!

recording #19: stupid landlord

recording #20: sorry lee seokmin

recording #21: no they aren’t actually dating.. yet!

recording #22: he’s whipped whipped

recording #23: rtl or fear?

recording #24: rejected but not to your face.. ouch.

recording #25: y/n’s twitter

recording #26: delulu

recording #27: woozi got my back

recording #28: ngl thought it was obvious

recording #29: best wingmans ever

recording #30: spending $127 on someone (simp!)

recording #31: something on your mind

recording #32: oh okay

recording #33: mansae mansae mansae

recording #34: i’m sorry, it was urgent

recording #35: yayaya lets have fun!!

recording #36: gotta go (not by chungha)

recording #37: just s.coups and woozi

recording #38: jeonghan and y/n

recording #39: get on twitter!!!

recording #40: im back, im sorry

recording #41: same dream, same mind, same night

recording #42: cinematography is fun

recording #43: regular (job version)

recording #44: ubb file??

recording #45: creation of adore u (wip)!!

recording #46: quiet

recording #47: for you ofc <3

recording #48: its obvious i adore you

recording #49: lets wait for the future

recording #50: thank you

end of academic year

[spyder-anon]

patching up miles after a rough day

earth42! miles / earth1610! miles (aged up!)

miles moralesxblack! female reader

summary: miles visits you late at night once again, hurt and in need of help.

a/n: here’s to my first post! not sure how I feel about it but we all start somewhere. and thank you to bestie @miokienie for giving me the idea! enjoy!

earth42!

you get so sick of this man

he’ll often come to your place when he needs patching up cause he knows uncle aaron will tear him up; not like you won’t either, tho

“come on, mamí, you know you love me.” he’d tell you and grab your waist, pulling you close and resting his thumb along your jaw.

“you got 2 seconds to let go of me before i give you smth else to patch up.”

his tricks never worked, and you scolded him the whole time you were helping him, and he pouted the whole time, too, whining and trying to get you to not be pissed with him.

“mamí~” he would sing song, giving you the most charming voice and smile he could muster. “sonríe para papi, por favor~? (smile for papí, please~?),” or “come on, mamí, don’t look at me like that,” etc. it would never work and would only piss you off more.

“shut up, boy. it’s already too late for this bull, don’t push it.”

then he’d start to get pissed that you were talking to him like that despite him trying— in his own way— to make it better. “ight, ma, you can drop the attitude. you know i gotta do what i gotta do.”

you would stop and raise an eyebrow. “i know you ain’t talkin’ to me,” you’d step back and cross your arms.

“ma, i’m bein’ fr. drop the attitude, i ain’t playin.”

“neither am i.” you’d shake your head and roll your eyes heavy at him. “you see this?,” you pointed to the bonnet on your head, “i was ready to slump— you interrupted that, but i let you cause i love you. but i will get back in that bed and let uncle aaron tear you up, but that’s up to you.”

boy he would get so pissed off when you had the upper hand on him. “ight girl, whatever, jus hurry up” he would huff and cross his arms and turn his head the other way.

he would continue to make smart comments but they didn’t phase you; you knew how he was, and right now he was just bein’ a big baby cause his girl had to put him in his place. ngl, you had to keep yourself from laughing cause it was funny to watch considering how hard he acts otherwise.

“‘mkay, you’re done.” you would stand back with your hands on your hips, sighing after your hard work. “you good, baby? or you gonna keep pouting?”

he would glare at you, angry pout still on his face; most would take that face as a warning sign, but you found it endearing. “ay, cariño.” you’d coo and plant kisses all over his face.

“aye! ma— stop! stop! you play too much!” he would protest, but you knew he liked it.

you would pull away and he’d have a playfully vengeful look on his face. “oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he’d ask, and you’d laugh at him with a grin.

next thing you know, he’s picked you up and throw you over his shoulder; you hit his legs and protest while laughing a little, but your hits do nothing against him.

he lays you down— gently— on the bed and towers over you. “my turn, mama.” he would smirk, and he’d kiss you on the lips, long, soft, and slow. it was his way to show how much he appreciated you, even if he struggled to say it out loud sometimes.

earth1610! miles

this boy would look so guilty as he stood in the middle of your room, suit ripped in different places and bleeding and bruised skin in others.

“miles!” you would fuss, “we’ve talked about this.” you spoke calmly but your tone showed the upset you felt for him. the sight of him hurt would wound you in its own manner.

he rubbed the back of his neck and avoided your gaze. “i know…things just got out of hand tonight…i’m sorry.” he’d look at you with those big brown eyes, genuine guilt swirling throughout them, and your heart would completely melt as it always would. poor boy was doing his best.

you would sigh and kiss his forehead. “its alright, mijo. let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

you would take him to your bathroom and the two of you would sit on the floor. you’d address his wounds while he would recite to you what happened; you always wanted to know if you could.

it was always rough, and your heart felt for him. you wished he didn’t have to exert himself so harshly every night. it only made you worry more about something happening to him.

when you were done, you’d look at him with loving empathy and caress his face. “ay, mi vida..” you would sigh sadly, but miles always gave you that charming, strong smile.

“don’t worry, ma, i’ll be alright. i’ll always be alright. plus,” he would smirk, “i think we make a good team like this. you can be my hot nurse.” he winked. he didn’t want you to worry at all, especially not more than you had to. he would always be okay for your sake, if not for anyone else’s.

you would cringe roll your eyes at his statement and thump his forehead playfully. then, you’d bring him in a warm embrace. “you wanna stay here tonight, hermoso?”

“yeah. yeah i’d like that.” he’d smile softly down at you, wondering how he could ever repay you for all you’ve done for him.

-thank you for being here~!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for leaving my roommate to “fend for himself”?

🍙 - to find this later

i’ve been living with my roommate and boyfriend in an apartment for 2 years (all men in our mid 20s). when we first started living together we would cook, but recently i personally haven’t had the energy to cook much, and it’s a rare occurrence for the other two as well so we end up ordering food a lot (i know, waste of money but we’re all employed adults).

we usually order our meals together & rotate who pays when we do order food. in the last year bf has been working the graveyard shift so he sleeps during the day. roommate has a job that begins early in the morning so he goes to sleep early, around the time bf has to get up for work. i work a hybrid desk job and have been starting up my meds again which make me sleepy, so i usually take a nap in bed with my boyfriend after work if i’m home.

all this to say that recently our mealtimes have been disjointed and we end up missing each other more than not.

the part where me & my boyfriend may be be assholes is: if we wake up and roommate is sleeping, we’ll order in food for ourselves (usually bf has to either take it with him to work or he’ll eat it when he gets back from work). roommate will sometimes order in food for himself when this happens (and sometimes will do so even if it doesn’t) and thats fine with us, but recently he made a comment about us basically “leaving him to fend for himself” when this happens.

to be clear- the shared meals is a courtesy thing bc i didn’t want to feel guilty if we ordered food in as a couple & my roommate had to fend for himself (i’ve mostly gotten over this since he’s a grown man who can take care of himself, but some guilt is still there ngl) we are all aware of this mutual agreement.

for add. context, before he got this current job few months ago, roommate worked an hour a week min wage and was on disability that covered his base living expenses, so he was pretty broke all the time (now he works 4-5 days a week for 6-10 hour days).

during this time bf and i would cover most of the meals (5-6/7 days a week) and have never asked to be paid back since we just considered the times he’s provided meals as equal payment (usually cheaper meals like pizza, when bf and i order in meals that are a bit more substantial).

when he made the fending for himself comment, he also mentioned that he was pretty broke lately because he had to get his dog groomed (but also left out that he spent $200 on trading cards at the beginning of the month, (he’s a grown adult that can spend his money on what he wants (but that also means that his financial state is not my responsibility))

that recent comment put a bad taste in my mouth, and i’m feeling a bit petty so i’m just waiting for him to go to bed before ordering dinner today. (i feel like im at least JAH for this).

bf and i are moving out soon due to misc issues with the apartment so this won’t matter soon but i just wanna know:

AITA?

(also usually when i see super long aita submissions im like damn u can’t condense this a bit?? but now i’ve fallen victim to the very thing i criticized, sorry ppl i unfairly judged)

What are these acronyms?

[sailorshadzter]

hello, do you do smut prompts?

I really need more Jonsa overstimulation, dark possessive Jon, I swear I’ve read the same five over and over again because I’m that starved. I need more, if you’re comfortable of course!

could be modern AU, jealous Jon has to remind his have sister who’s giving him pleasure even though in his head he knows the fake dating is necessary so people don’t question too much how close they are?

hi anon!

i do! thanks for the request! ngl, i could write more for this setting if you / anyone else wanted to see it lol.

please note this is indeed NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

hope you enjoy!

In the darkness of the room, she feels the grasp of his hands. 

As she rolls onto her back, he’s already hovering over her, gray eyes burning into her blue ones. “Were you dreaming of me?” He mutters, leaning down so he can trail kisses down the length of her jaw, not stopping at her lips, but continuing down until he reaches the beat of her pulse. His teeth sink down into the soft, ivory flesh of her throat, uncaring of the bruises he will leave behind- in truth, he loves when he catches sight of them in the day, though she tries to hide them behind layers of makeup and clothes. 

“No,” she gasps as his other hand takes hold of her breast, squeezing as hard as he dares. “I was dreaming of Loras,” she means the man she’s told their family she’s been seeing, the man who tells his family she’s the one. They have an arrangement, her and Loras, which protects everything she’s built with the man whose hand is now taunting her as his fingertips trace little shapes against her inner thigh. He laughs, deep and guttural, his mouth moving back upwards, capturing hers in a kiss before she can say another word. 

“You couldn’t have been,” he whispers when he draws away, still so close he can feel the warmth of her breath when she exhales. His fingers are dangerously close to her most sensitive of places and she’s squirming beneath him, blue eyes closing as she fists the sheets beneath her. “You were enjoying it far too much to have been thinking of him.” His first finger slips inside and she’s gasping, eyes flying open as he once again laughs at her expense, as always enjoying this power he holds over her. “So tell me… Were you thinking of me?”

She’s writhing beneath his touch, his name leaving her lips in a barely contained shout. “Yes,” she moans as a second finger makes its way inside, her reward for her honesty. “Don’t stop,” she’s breathing, arching her back against his every movement, the feeling unlike anything else has ever felt. It was wrong, what they were doing, but that guilty feeling had long since fled- instead, they hid behind fake relationships with outsiders, perfectly playing their roles in the family so no one suspected a thing. 

Even now, beneath their parents’ roof, they shared this moment as if they were in a place of their own. It was more enjoyable than usual, in circumstances like this one, where anyone could hear them, anyone could walk in on them. The suspense gave an intense feeling to what was already overwhelming. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he hisses, drawing his hand away only so he can position himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with his desire. When he pushes into her, she must bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out loud, her nails clawing their way down his back. He throws his head back as he moves, each move delicious and better than the next; he doesn’t know how much every time they come together like this, it’s better than the last time. 

He goes until he can go no more and he pulls free from her just before he’s finished, spilling his seed instead across her thighs. “Don’t tell me you’re done,” she purrs as he falls onto the bed at her side, smirking as her hand brushes across him, bringing his cock back to life with ease. She’s sitting up now, red hair a waterfall over her shoulder as she leans over, mouth to the tip, teasing him with her tongue. His hand creeps up to the back of her head and she’s on the move now, taking the length of him in and back out, giggling to herself when she hears him moan her name. She pushes his hand away then, giving her the ability to sit back up, crawling over him, her hips straddling his. “We should sleep soon,” she says as she sinks onto him, relishing in the waves of pleasure rushing through her. It isn’t often that she takes control like this, but from the look on his face, he’s enjoying it. He chuckles, hands to her hips, keeping her steady there as she begins to rock, knowing as well as she did that there would be little to no sleeping happening for either one of them. 

[ x x x ]

The next day, he watches as she sits beside Loras, leaning on his arm like any girlfriend would do. She laughs at what he says, patting his thigh when she thinks nobody is watching, playing her part perfectly. 

She does everything perfectly. 

He thinks of the night before, of her above him, her head tilted back to expose the hollow of her throat, bite marks marring her ivory flesh. Looking over at her now, he can see one she’s missed covering with her makeup, peeking out from beneath her dress, nearer to her shoulder, one which he’d left when she was on top of him. Now that he thinks about it, he has one that matches. 

A sigh escapes him as he drowns his cup of ale, a wave of jealousy rushing through him. He knows the relationship she has with Loras wasn’t real- Loras didn’t even like women- but he hates the sight of her on another man’s arm just the same. Jon cannot imagine what would happen if they were discovered by their family, sharing a dad and all made things complicated, so this relationship she has with Loras protects them. He goes out every now and again, too, just for good measure, but each and every night he returns home to her or at least the thought of her. 

He watches as she excuses herself from Loras, rising up to cross the room, casting him just one single glance as she passes, like anyone might do, but that look says everything she needs it to say. She takes to the stairs, pausing at the bottom to glance around- her mother was in the kitchen, finishing dinner, while the younger kids were out back with their father, their laughter filtering in through the open windows. Then she’s gone, making her way up the stairs, the sound of her footsteps telling him she’s gone into the bathroom. Across the room, Loras looks his way, offering him a sheepish smile. “I guess I’ll go see what Ned and the kids are doing,” he says, slipping away to pass through the kitchen, to head out into the yard and certainly join the game they’re playing.

Left standing there alone in the living room, Jon glances into the kitchen, but Catelyn is busy with the stove, certainly not noticing him still there. So, he sets aside his empty cup and heads to the stairs, taking them quickly, before he’s noticed. This is a dangerous game they play, but Jon can’t stop himself now that he stands at the closed bathroom door. 

Pushing it open, he finds her standing at the center, grinning when she sees him. He closes the door behind him and twists the lock, reaching for her at once. Drawing her in, he kisses her, their tongues meeting in the familiar dance. He’s got her up against the sink now, hands wandering the length of her body, stopping only at her hips. “I like this,” he says, tugging on the fabric of her white sundress, eliciting a giggle from her rosy lips. She’s kissing him now, hands threading through his unruly dark locks as he lifts her up onto the sinks edge. When he pushes back the hem of her dress, his cock throbs as he finds she’s not wearing any underwear. “Gods, Sansa,” he groans, sinking down so he can press a kiss to the milky white skin of her inner thigh. His lips move closer and closer until his tongue is darting into her folds, taunting her, the sound she makes enough to make him bust right there. There isn’t time for this sort of play though, they both know it, and so he’s rising back up a few moments later, her hands reaching for the waistband of his jeans without a word. 

When he’s inside of her, she’s wrapping her slim legs around his hips, anchoring him to her. He wishes he never had to stop, for somehow this was the best of the times they’ve shared, quick as it was. He wants to throw her down onto the bathroom floor, to take her there. He wants to push her into the shower and have her there beneath the spray. Truth was, he wants to have her everywhere and anywhere. He wants to have her openly, privately, in any way he could. He wants to never again see her on the arm of a man that wasn’t him, he wants her for himself and no one else. The thought of that sends him over the edge and when he cums, he’s still deep inside of her. She’s groaning with it, panting with lust, for this was new for them- he was always careful of this moment. “Do that again,” she murmurs into his ear as he pulls free, but she’s leaning into him, her legs still around his hips, keeping him close. That comment was more than enough to get him going again, but they both know they must go before their absence is noticed. 

They straighten their clothes and she’s the first one to exit the bathroom, returning back downstairs to join her mother in the kitchen with words of “let me help,” passing her smiling lips. Jon joins them a few minutes later, grinning when Sansa waves him on, shaking her head at his offer to help. Instead, he goes out to join the rest of his family, watching as they finish their game just in time for Catelyn to call out the open door that dinner was ready. 

As they settle into their respective places at the dinner table, her place between Jon and Loras, she feels the creep of a hand on her thigh. It was not Loras, but Jon, who gave her thigh a tight squeeze, a reminder that she was his. 

That she would always be his.

[moralesmilesanhour]

arachnophobia

genre: horror-ish pairings: none summary: playing with the idea of miles and miles g's fates being inextricably linked to each other. also spidey senses but make it a little weird wc: 2,072 warnings: spiders (like one spider), canon deaths, brief mention of blood...and translated Spanish for like two sentences (shout out to SpanishDict) A/N: ngl...this didn't turn out to be as scary as I originally envisioned it. but I still hope you enjoy it anyway! pls feel free to reblog and leave ur reactions in the tags/comments if you do <3

The floor. The floor was on the ceiling, though nothing was falling.

Miles blinked as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of his bedroom. It would’ve been pitch-black if not for the street lamps and traffic lights providing a dim light source.

With careful steps, he moved to where his bed seemed to hang just above him, and let himself fall back onto the mattress. Again.

The sleepwalking began a year ago.

 Miles had just come home from school, and entered the bathroom to wash his face. No sooner had he turned on the faucet, he looked into the mirror and saw that his right eye was a coppery green. Stranger still, when Miles felt himself furrow his brows in confusion, his reflection’s eyes widened in surprise instead. That’s when he felt it on his hand.

A gangly, medium-sized spider whose legs took up about the width of his palm. The thing bit him just before he could slap it, letting its body fall limply to the tiled bathroom floor.

When Miles looked up again, both of his eyes were brown.

Not long after, Aaron Davis was found dead by his brother in a dark alleyway. No one had been charged yet for the murder - at least, no one who could be charged. The news reports just seemed relieved that another “criminal” was off the streets. It made Miles’ blood boil.

After the funeral, he rushed to the bathroom to escape the litany of “I’m sorry”s and whispers of “Jefferson’s boy” so as to not lose his mind before the day’s end. His eyes were bloodshot, still stinging with tears that he had tried so hard to hold back in front of his parents. Uncle Aaron would’ve wanted him to tough it out, right?

Heaving in front of the dirty mirror, Miles blinked, and the sight before him made his blood run cold. His reflection’s right eye was green again, and this time, a pair of cornrows seemed to brush his shoulders, framing a tired and gaunt-looking face.

 His face. And he looked angry.

“What the fuck…?” Miles muttered to himself as he held his own gaze.

“I should be asking the same thing,” his reflection replied in a muted, raspy voice, making Miles jump.“You did this, didn’t you?”

“Did-did what? I didn’t–”

“You killed him. I can feel it. Everytime you get hurt, every time you cry, your fear, your guilt, all of it–I can fucking feel it!”

Miles said nothing as his not-a-reflection began to tear up. 

It was technically his fault, wasn’t it? He ran to Aaron’s apartment for help, like a coward. It all went to shit after the fact. He didn’t dare ask about the autopsy results; Miles already knew what they would say. 

He’d watched the bullet blow a hole in his uncle’s chest.

“Yeah, you look guilty as hell right now,” said the not-a-reflection, shakily. “You got bit by something, right?”

Miles slowly began to back away from the mirror.

“H-how did you–”

The other Miles chuckled mirthlessly. “Felt a prick on my hand.”

“Y’know, I wonder…” he mused, venom seeping into his voice, “if it works the other way around.”

Miles squeezed his eyes shut.

“I’m dreaming. This is all a dream. You’re not real.”

His not-a-reflection smirked.

“We’ll see.”

After that day, Miles would begin to wander in the middle of the night, and end up standing in the hallway or in the kitchen. Sometimes he’d be woken up by his mother’s startled screaming, or realize that he’d gotten himself a glass of water. 

…And that was when his newfound twin was feeling nice.

One night, Miles woke up with his father’s strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him back from where he seemed to have been perched on the edge of the roof, like a bird ready to spring into action. Or a spider.

It was now the first week of sophomore year.

Miles could hardly stay upright as he rose to make his bed. Between the blaring of his alarm and all the bustling in the kitchen, his eardrums felt like someone was taking a baseball bat to them and hitting several home runs.

He squinted, and saw that the door was opening behind him.

“Mijo–oh, you’re up already?”

“Yup. I’ll be down in a couple minutes.”

“Alright, see you then. Don’t drag your feet.”

Once Rio gently shut the door, Miles realized that he wasn’t supposed to see things that were behind him.

School turned out to be even more of a nightmare; the swarm of students passing by in the hallways felt like a million invisible strings tugging each way. He finally reached his seat in homeroom, dizzy and irate, when one particular string seemed to tug at him. Violently.

His head snapped up.

“You got a twin brother, Morales?” A girl from his cohort last year whispered behind him, soundly oddly excited about the possibility.

“A new student will be joining us this week,” the teacher in charge of homeroom announced. As she read off of the attendance sheet, her brows furrowed. The woman even adjusted her glasses to do a double take. Miles knew exactly what for.

“That’s funny. We have another Miles Morales sitting right over there!”

The boy standing to her left was already staring across the room, directly at Miles. He felt his body temperature drop rapidly the longer he maintained eye contact with the other’s blank stare, so he looked away. 

Didn’t help much. Miles could still sense where he was going. He sensed a small shift in the light at the side of his head–not peripheral vision, but something more akin to the aura that surrounds your eyes when you get a migraine–moving to the back of the classroom.

This ‘twin’ started calling himself ‘Miles G.’ as the week went on, to preemptively avoid any inevitable confusion as his new teachers got to know him. There was never a point where he didn’t need to; the two Miles had all of their classes together, all except for fifth period. 

Miles G. tapped his pen on the desk impatiently as the professor explained the process of chemical bonding. He frowned when he noticed his leg bouncing on its own. It seemed that Miles was equally bored sitting in AP Literature.

That was where their similarities ended, though.

Friday afternoon, Miles was halfway through his daily school-issued PB&J when a painful jolt in his solar plexus nearly made him vomit it back up. The boy doubled over in his seat with a pained cry, and felt a warm liquid running from his nose. He looked down to discover that his uniform blazer was stained with little red dots.

“I’m telling you, I had nothing to do with it,” Miles explained frantically to the school counselor. 

The middle aged woman looked unconvinced, hands folded neatly on the desk in front of her.

“Then can you explain why both of your noses are bleeding?”

“He wasn’t there with me. I don’t jump people,” Miles G. chimed in, earning a glare from his counterpart sitting next to him. “What? I’m tryna help you.”

The counselor sighed. “Well, your teachers told me that they only saw one of you at the fight,” she turned to Miles. “So it seems like you’re off the hook. For now. You can go to class.”

The woman waved her hand dismissively as Miles shot up from his seat and stalked out of the small office and into the now-empty hallway. 

The encounter in the mirror at Uncle Aaron’s funeral suddenly came back to him:

“You killed him. I can feel it. Everytime you get hurt, every time you cry, your fear, your guilt, all of it–I can fucking feel it!”

Miles whipped around before the other could even say a word.

“Who the fuck are you?” he hissed.

Miles G. snorted. “You know who I am.”

“Why are you here, then? What’s your deal? Since you clearly exist.”

“You think it’s fair, Miles?”

Miles’ brows knit together in confusion. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m asking,” Miles G. took a step closer, “if you think it’s fair. That you get to sit up here comfortable while you have blood on your hands.”

The other boy looked away.

“...No.”

He nodded curtly, then brushed past Miles to go to class. “I’m here to make things fair.”

A pit began to form in Miles’ stomach as he let the words linger.

Miles G. was nowhere to be found amongst the sea of students spilling into the hallway when the final bell rang.

“Yo Miles, where’s your evil twin at?” asked Jason, current captain of the basketball team. “He’s supposed to hoop with us today.”

Miles shrugged. “I ain’t keepin’ tabs on him.”

The captain joked, “You’d better start. He could be outside framing you for murder right now!”

The group of boys surrounding him erupted into laughter as they all turned to leave. Miles couldn’t laugh; it was a little too close to the truth. 

“I’m here to make things fair.”

‘Fair’. ‘Fair’ meant leveling the playing field, evening out the score.

…Oh no.

With his heart in his throat, he threw on his jacket and bolted out of the building as fast as his long legs could carry him.

“I don’t know, Jeff, he’s just been…off, lately.”

Rio leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder. She was hardly paying any attention to the news flashing across the television.

“More than usual?” Jefferson laughed, earning him a smack on the shoulder.

“I’m being serious. He looks dead in the eyes, like he’s not getting any sleep. I’m just worried after what happened in the summer. Scared me half to death, that boy.”

He nodded solemnly. 

“I still don’t know how he managed to even find the roof with his eyes closed.”

“You think we should still take him to the doctor’s, just in case?”

“Maybe,” Jefferson looked deep in thought. “Y’know, that reminds me: A week before school started, I was in the kitchen grabbing a mug from the cupboard. With my luck, of course it slipped right outta my hands–”

“It better not have been my good mug.”

“That’s besides the point, honey. Anyway, Miles is standing right next to me, and he catches it the moment I drop it!”

Rio’s eyes narrowed. “What’s special about that?”

“He wasn’t even looking in my direction.”

“Hm. Now that I think about it, sometimes he does this weird thing where he turns around and says ‘hi’ to me–”

“--Before you even enter the room!”

“Exactly! It creeps me out, sometimes. I thought I was going crazy.”

“At least he’ll never get robbed.”

The sound of the doorbell interrupted their conversation.

“Speak of the devil,” Rio said as she rose from the sofa. “I’ll get it.”

Her son stood in the door frame, his small suitcase trailing behind him as he waved and began to haul it up the steps.

She took it from him before pulling him into a warm hug. 

“Hola, Mami.”

Rio pulled back to get a good look at Miles’ face. She made a tsk sound at the newly-formed bags under his eyes. The pimples were another story.

“¿Qué tal te fue en la escuela? You look tired.”

“Teníamos un montón de tareas,” he sighed. “The usual.”

“And you’d better be doing all of it. Now get in here, your father’s waiting in the living room.”

Miles kicked off his sneakers at the entrance while his mother set his luggage against the wall.

“Dad…?”

“Miles, my man! How’s it–oof!”

Jefferson could hardly get a word in before Miles went in for a second hug. He gave his son a pat on the back.

“Missed you too, buddy.”

Miles quickly pulled away with an awkward smile, opting to plop down onto the couch instead.

“I thought you didn’t watch the news anymore,” Rio teased as she sat down with him. “All that ‘negativity’.”

He laughed, “I’ll make an exception for tonight.”

“You hear that, Rio? We’re cool enough for him to hang out with us again,” Jeff remarked.

Miles was soon sandwiched between both of his parents, but it hardly felt cramped. He wouldn’t have it any other way. A comfortable silence fell over the three as their faces were illuminated by the soft glow from the TV. It was Miles who broke it again:

“How’s Uncle Aaron doing?”

[evansbby]

imagine mob! steve being so terribly mean to reader

let's say he's just dreadfully awful after a long day of work and she comes into his office where Sam and bucky are, (they're having a meeting or something), and she brought fresh chocochip cookies for her sugar daddy stevie. wearin her lacey nightgown and lookin all babydoll

our stevie gets upset. real upset. like he's stressed and she comes in all cutesie and fuckin hot. he just yells at her to leave. but being the dumb baby she is, she insists he'll feel better once she sits on his lap and feeds him cookies and warm milk.

stevie gets angrier and smacks the tray of cookies and milk right out her little hands. grabs her by her arms and screams at her to leave. reader starts crying but steve only sees red and slaps her out of pure anger

obviously she's scared after and tries her best to stay away from Steve. he feels gulity and blah blah blah

the most important this is that I need him railing her and begging for her forgiveness.

"daddy's so sorry bunny, shh don't worry princess, daddyll kiss it better"

"don't cry babydoll, your stevie is right here. won't hurt you no more princess. only kissies for my pretty baby's pussy"

sorry if that was too long. I got carried away. I LOVE ANGST WITH SMUT.

hard fuckin angst where reader gets hurt by character and just uuuuugghhh. I need the feels

😨😨😨

I’m ngl, the moment he yelled at me in front of his friends… DIVORCE

But slapping me in front of his friends? In an angry non sexual non daddy way???? DIVORCE AND RESTRAINING ORDER IDC HOW HOT HE IS 😭😭😭

I like when the guy is mean in the angsty sense like he says something mean about reader to Bucky and Sam but then reader overheard and Steve feels guilty and he’s like no baby I didn’t mean it 😭😭😭 bUT SLAPPING HER BC SHE OFFERED HIM COOKIES??? DIVORCE. IMMEDIATE DIVORCE 😭😭😭

[honeypiehotchner]

ooh bc i’m autistic as well and love ur autistic! reader x hotch work, what r ur head canons for the relationship?

🍒🤍🍒

OOOOOOOOOOOOO hell yeah let’s go it's delusional hours 😍

i’m a big fan of the idea that he can tell when you’re masking 🫣 he won’t call you out on it in a bad way, but he Knows. and when he does tell you that he can tell a difference, it's very very sweet and caring

the man has a strict routine as well with general day-to-day work so I fully believe that will mesh the best whether or not you're an agent

AND when it comes to him being on cases and breaking that routine, he for sure has ways to keep it in place. like if you're not an agent, he makes sure to text you at least in the morning and at night before bed. but if you are an agent, he for sure develops almost like a second separate routine for when you're in the field to keep things familiar still despite how chaotic it'll get

you make one mention of it being too loud and that bitch will have noise-cancelling headphones delivered to your door the next day no questions asked.

((i'm a VERY firm believer in hotch doesn't like to spend his money on himself but anyone else? sure why not they're $300? why don't you get the $500 pair those look nicer just put it on my card))

he's so patient with reid that i for sure see him also showing that same patience to you. like if you're rambling for too long (and let's be real if you're an agent then you and reid are feeding off each other) hotch will just gently/quietly reel you back in to get back on task

but if you're just at home? oh heart eyes out the ass bitch he will let you ramble as long as you want and he will just listen and ask questions and retain it all. same if you have a favorite show or movie that you just want to watch constantly, he'll be the first to suggest it

back to the patience, i can see him helping in social situations too, if you're ever confused, he'll explain or even keep you from speaking at maybe an inappropriate time. you're usually good on picking up certain things, but he fills in the gaps where you miss other cues

ALSO for my own guilty pleasure, he's defensive as hell. if anyone tries to talk down to you like you're a child or says some bullshit about how "they never would've guessed you're autistic!!!!" hotch is right there to call them out on it. he has your back all the time, especially after you decide to be more open about being autistic in public/at work

he's also super supportive of whether or not you want to pursue an official diagnosis. he believes you no matter what and wants you to do what's best for you, with or without the "official" diagnosis

he's such a protective person in general that i feel like he's the best during/after autistic meltdowns when you feel so out of control. he's right there to ground you and do whatever you need, even if that's just him sitting with you until it passes

i love writing these hehe!! send any other autistic questions/headcanons you have because this soothes my soul ngl 💗💗

[tvckerwash]

okay I watched restoration and I'll probably analyze it more in depth later when my brain has processed what I've watched but here are some of the thoughts I had while watching (I stopped live blogging part way through so some things may be out of order lols):

okay first thoughts: we’re at a convention, and dylan is some sort of director for some super unpopular thing. ngl that’s a pretty harsh downgrade from journalist/news correspondent. 

hi kai. she seemed to be more like her s15-s17 characterization than her bg/chorus cameo characterization for the 30 seconds she was present (which I remember really disliking)

wash is in the hospital as prisoner 619b…bros did the UNSC arrest him again?!?

“I’m not even sure I got his voice right this time.” okay so restoration IS another simulation

the director being a therapist when the counselor is right there lmao

bros no way they got elijah wood to voice sigma again??

is that the counselor I hear on the PA system??? that’s what the subtitles said anyway. but anyway BROS HE ACTUALLY FUCKING LIVED LETS GO (but why is his ass not in jail??????? there’s no way he managed to get a job, let alone one in a UNSC hospital, but if this IS a simulation which I think it is and epsilon himself admitted to making mistakes already then I’m okay with that development ig)

NO IS DOC A FIGMENT OF WASH’S IMAGINATION NOOOOOO MY MANS IS FINALLY LOSING IT FR

“Listen to me! You’ve gotta listen to me!”

479er??? I’ve always had the hc she was arrested w wash and the other pfl personnel at the end of s6

“Our mission men—and blue” caboose is trans confirmed

“Don’t feel bad afterwards. I forgive you. I know it’s not your fault, I’m sorry this is happening to you.” omg caboose not dunking on tucker is what he presumed to be his final moments.

SARGE GOING TO SAVE CABOOSE <3

oh okay I predicted months ago before the 2nd trailer came out that at least one of the bgc was going to die and I was right! I thought it was going to be caboose but rip sarge (and doc) 

I’m really disappointed that wash didn’t get to do more tbh. the meta was HIS enemy but he was regulated to comedic relief  :(

also wash jumping off a cliff to activate the recovery beacon is :/. bro was literally a recovery agent he should know how to activate it to summon lina like she’s a deployable unit in uhh. ways that were NOT that.

did not expect tex to come back but okay, also tex/lina fighting together feels like fanservice but mmmmmmmmmmnh. 

awww tex and church get to be together again, dying together as one like they did at the end of s6. TEX SOFTLY HOLDING CHURCH’S HAND YES!!! WE LOVE SOFT TENDER TEX IN THIS HOUSE!!!

damn the “wash and lina having their trauma and traits swapped for no reason” thing is. hmmm  don’t like that, have never liked that. I tried to see if I had any posts on my old blog about this topic bc I remember talking about it in the past and I sort of do? eh whatever tldr; lina is the one haunted by the past and wash is supposed to be the one giving the emotional speeches but hhhhhrng. will definitely be talking about that more later even though I thought the scene was super sweet (also ct!!!!!!! my girl!!!!)

I don’t like that they were all separated and that grif was going to leave, these mfs were forced together in a shitty box canyon at the start of the series and I feel like it would’ve been better if instead of being forced together they all chose to stay together but it is what it is.

“Bow chicka bye now.” bros it’s over…

okay ngl it was pretty rushed pacing wise and I’ve got so many bones to pick (mostly about wash bc ofc) but speaking as an ending to the series I think it works. it all started in a box canyon which was later revealed to be an elaborate training simulation, so it’s fitting that it it was revealed very early in the run time that it was all a simulation, and it all ended in the box canyon they started in. I thought the themes of feeling guilty and being able to forgive oneself were very interesting (might get into that more later as well…) so yeah. 

it’s flawed, but for such a long running series that had originally been intended to only be a few episodes, I think it ending with tucker telling us it’s over and to go home is honestly the best way they could’ve done it. all the other times the series had “ended” it was done in a way where it worked as a standalone end for the series, but it was always open-ended enough that a continuation could be made if they wanted to. 

there isn’t going to be a continuation this time, the story is over, but just because the story has ended doesn’t mean that we can’t make our own stories. red vs blue will live on so long as there are people who want it to, which feels pretty on the dime doesn’t it?

[nahoney22]

I LOVE your work 😍🥰❤️

Could I please get

“why are you really here? to mock me? to... make me hate you more?”

“no. none of that. i came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.”

And/Or

“i don’t think you’re evil.” 

“you don’t?”

“no. i think you’re just lost. misguided. and you don’t know anything else.”

with Hunter? Maybe some enemies-to-lovers/friends angst where the reader is a separatist informant or something that the batch was brought in to capture.

(she/her reader preferred but GN is good too)

Thanks so much! (And as always, please don't feel obligated to do this bc it's totally fine if you can't or don't want to!)

Love ya! 😘

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Hunter X F!Reader

SFW

word count: 1.3k

Prompt:

• “Why are you really here? To mock me? To… make me hate you more?” - “No, none of that. I came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.”

• “I don’t think you’re evil.” - “You don’t?” - “No, I think you’re just lost. Misguided. And you don’t know anything else.”

Warnings: none really, mentions of reader being female and an ex-seppie informant for the Trade Fed. Can be seen as romantic or platonic relationship. Captured reader??? Tiny bit of angst.

Authors note: here’s your request lovely! Ngl, it’s not the finest work and I’m quite underwhelmed but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

"I daresay that the woman in question is not as irredeemable as you all make her out to be," Tech mused from his seat in the cockpit, eyes glancing over towards you in the back of the ship.

Echo shot him a disapproving glare, his voice cold as he spoke up. "She is a separatist informant. That alone makes her guilty enough."

You could feel their gazes on you, and you berated yourself for not being more careful in hiding. It was true, you had worked as a separatist spy in the past, but that was a lifetime ago. You had been paid to gather intelligence and report back to the Trade Federation outside of the Republic Senate. But somehow, someone had discovered your identity and put a target on your back. You just hadn't expected to be caught by four clones and a child.

Hunter, on the other hand, was quieter on the matter. When he had tackled you to the ground and restrained you, he could sense the fear coursing through your veins. For the first time in a long while, he felt a hint of pity for someone like you. And Tech’s words may have convinced him otherwise.

You kept your silence, trying to figure out a way to plead your case to your captors. But your mind drew a blank, as you listened to the constant derision being hurled your way from just a few meters away.

But you found yourself being able to tune out their voices, lost in your own thoughts. Maybe an hour or two passes and you find yourself drifting off to sleep but unfortunately, this peace was short-lived when you heard someone approaching. You glanced up and saw the young girl, Omega, and one of her brothers.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, holding out a ration bar. But the thought of eating on an already queasy stomach didn't appeal to you.

"No," you rasped, avoiding eye contact.

Omega looked at you and then at Hunter, who had approached her side. He lingered his gaze on you for a moment longer than necessary, then back at Omega. "Let me speak to her."

Omega nodded, handing over the food and exiting back towards the cockpit, leaving you and Hunter alone.

You still avoided eye contact, hugging your knees tighter to your chest. "Can I help you?" you asked, your tone bitter and harsh.

"You need to eat or drink something. You've been with us for a whole rotation now," Hunter said sternly. You scoffed, realising that your attempt at being civil was futile.

"Why are you really here? To… mock me? To make me hate you more?" you spat, finally meeting his gaze as he crouched down to your level. You had put up a good fight initially when they had captured you, and Hunter seemed aware of that.

"No, none of that. I came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now," Hunter said with a small smile.

Your face twisted in confusion. Where the kriff had that come from? You glanced towards the cockpit, expecting the others to be watching and laughing at your expense. But they were all occupied with their own tasks. You turned back to Hunter, raising a skeptical brow. "Why are you being nice to me? You don't even know me." You quizzed.

Hunter hummed, amused, but shook his head. "Because I don't think you're that bad. I took the time to go over your records, and I have to say, I don't think you're worth turning in for credits."

"Then let me go," you said quickly, your eyes pleading. "If you read what I did, all I did was pass messages back and forth. Times were hard and so was money. And I understand that what I did was wrong. But I've changed, I swear."

Hunter regarded you for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I believe you," he finally said. “That’s why we’re going to let you go.”

For the first time in a long time, a wave of safety washes over you. Your eyes tinged with tears at the thought of a safe haven but you couldn’t trust what he preaches just yet. “Even after everything I’ve done?”

“I do not believe that one's past actions define their worth as a person,” Hunter interjected, his voice carrying a gentle wisdom.

You suck on your cheek and shake your head, somewhat disagreeing. “What I did was… evil.”

He blinks at you, his eyes kind and gentle that send a wave of somewhat comfort your way. “I don’t think you’re evil.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I think you’re just lost. Misguided. And you didn’t know anything else.”

His words hung true in the air but you find yourself staying quiet to his response. Oddly, you found comfort in his eyes and felt the nervous twinge of perhaps being sucked into them.

Hunter lets out a shaken exhale, palms sweating but a genuine smile plants on his lips. “Now do you want something to eat?”

You roll your eyes but find yourself chuckling a little. “Maybe a drink if you don’t mind?”

Hunter situates himself onto his knees, reaching behind him and grabbing a water canister and passing it over. He watches you take a sip and takes in your appearance silently.

When you’re done, you set the canister to the side and lean your head back against the ship's walls, not minding the gentle vibrations it was sending to your head. “Where are you taking me then?”

“Uncertain for now. But, it’ll be somewhere safe for you to start up again.” Hunter replies softly and you smile at his response.

“I wouldn’t mind staying here to be honest, I like the company.” You didn’t mean for it to sound so forward as it was a mere attempt at a light-hearted joke that hindered some truth. But by judging the surprise glance on his rugged face, he took it maybe literally.

“Between you and me?” He looks between you and the cockpit where the others remained, “I wouldn’t mind you staying too.”

You raise a brow, a small brush creeping up your neck. You had a feeling he wasn’t messing with you either, brown eyes showing sincerity.

“I mean yeah,” he clears his throat, not like the fact he was getting a little bit too attached to you rather quickly, “though I don’t think the others would be too fond of the idea.”

“The others meaning Echo?” You whisper to which he nods.

“Yeah,” he sighs but understands why his brother would be a little burnt out about you being a possible new recruit, “but anyway, I’ll make sure to look after you wherever you end up.”

You were grateful for his kindness, something rare to see, and with the comfort he provided, and you knew that you were in good hands.

He did pique your curiosity but you were in no mind to make a move on the Sergeant. Both of you lead different lives and of course, you were almost considered a bounty to him and his squad. It was too soon to try and initiate anything. Perhaps friendship, however. And if he stays true to his words about looking after you, perhaps something more could surface.

But for now, you let the gentle hum of the engines and the soft glow of the control panels enveloped you. As you closed your eyes and let yourself drift off to sleep, under the watchful gaze of Hunter, the soft sounds of the ship filled your ears. The gentle whir of the engines mixed with the occasional beep of the control panel created a soothing melody that lulled you into a peaceful slumber. At last, you can finally rest.

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[eddiegettingshot]

Regarding the "Chris moves to El Paso" spec : I could see it happen if Christopher is the one who requests to move (not permanently, but during the summer holidays - let's just pretend it's summer!). We've seen that Christopher has been affected by Shannon leaving and gets the idea that women always leave. We can pretty much assume that Marisol is going to break up with Eddie. Now, we've also seen a scene where Chris and Marisol are close.

So what if Christopher learns that Marisol is leaving because Eddie cheated/is at fault? He could go from his "women leave me" fear to "YOU make them go away" (ngl : I kinda want Christopher to have an irrational teenager anger moment). Cue a big argument with Eddie, Eddie feeling guilty and, in his guilt, accepting Chris' request to go away for the holidays.

i mean. i get this in theory. i just don’t… see the point i guess? assuming that chris will learn about the cheating at all is big because i don’t think there’s a single person in his life who won’t try their hardest to insulate him from that. i genuinely think it would be fucked up and COMPLETELY unnecessary especially given that the cheating itself is unnecessary and not something anyone writing the show seems to have put any real thought into.

i also think, frankly, that making christopher’s fear about women leaving into being about marisol or even something that has consequences for eddie would introduce two new threads that seem entirely pointless: (1) can eddie never break up with anyone ever again for fear of scaring chris? can no one break up with him? because that’s what will happen - and this is negative character development, it’s NOT something we need to see from him; if chris gets mad then the lesson needs to be that sometimes things don’t work out and people leave, not i’m so guilty i’m letting you stay with my parents i don’t trust for months (2) reintroducing the “i’m a failure as a father” stuff that we left behind in season three and then SORT OF revisited in s5 (although it wasn’t really about that). i don’t really get the point of backsliding into that.

i’m not saying i don’t want conflict between eddie and chris. i just don’t think this is the way to go about it and i also think introducing a “chris gets mad” aspect would turn this already convoluted storyline into something even more convoluted when the actual point is for eddie to let shannon go, not double down on the various consequences their marriage and her death had on his and chris’s lives.

[loquarocoeur]

Miss Loquarocoeur, seeing as you are an academic weapon (never forget the Loquarocoeur Ask Box Closing of 2024 🕊️), do you have any study advice 🥹 I’m acc so burnt out rn but I still have two BIG exams left and idk how to keep pushing

First of all, if I'm an academic weapon, I am the worst weapon you could possibly imagine, I'm not a sword, I'm not even a knife, barely even a butter knife, possibly a spoon, an academic spoon

But if I had to say something that works for me: Get out of your bed, get out of your room, just the place where you're tempted to rot away all day, banned, no entry, do not under any circumstances enter it before you've done at least enough work that it wouldn't be the end of the world if you didn't get any more done today

Usually I either take a shower, go for a grocery run, to the gym or just do some cooking before coming back to my desk, and the thing for me is I need to do something that doesn't involve the internet or my phone, and then I need to not pick my phone up again, just go straight to my books after the non-internet thing I chose to do

Also what helps me a lot is body doubling, study with a friend (AND NO YAPPING!) or just go to a library if you have one or if you can study with noise, go to a public place if you can, otherwise just literally anywhere someone can see you so that you'll feel too embarrassed or guilty to pick up your phone or even look away from your work

If you study with music make yourself a nice little playlist maybe (classical works for me, or just study mixes with no lyrics, but usually even that is too distracting ngl) and maybe study until the end of the playlist and then take a break (NOT A PHONE BREAK!)

Also what you could do that's very much a neurodivergent thing I feel is having something visual to show how much work you've been doing, as some kind of real time show of progress, or a reward, like putting a marble in a jar for every hour of studying

Also for me, the hardest thing usually is just picking up the books and getting started. Like honestly it's a habit thing, idk if the whole motivation of 'why did you study this, what are you trying to achieve' thing is bullshit to me, when I'm tired I don't have any aspirations anymore, I don't care, the only thing you have left going for you is habit, use that human nature creature of habit lizard brain to your advantage!

Idk, most of my studying attempts are just me wrestling with my adhd and trying to outsmart it and occasionally winning, so these might all sound super weird

But idk, these do often help for me

(also if you have adhd or anything in that line, you have meds for a reason, take them, but they also won't work for you, you have to work with them, pick up the books)

[babyfairy]

hello…life updates lol

i saw the little mermaid with my mom and my niece (we went on my mom’s birthday 💌) and i loved it??!? i think halle was the perfect choice for ariel!! i was so enchanted by her mannerisms the entire film. she’s got such an otherworldly beauty so paired with her voice she REALLY looks and feels like a disney princess…loved her so much. no comment on awkwafina’s unfortunate addition to the film

we’re restarting one of our long running dnd campaigns and i’m pretty sad about it ❤️‍🩹 it’s the best choice because the setting was made by our DM a long time ago and she wants a reset because she’s improved her narration/lore/etc since its creation but it’s still sad and hard to let go. i’m really excited to relive some of my favorite moments with some new twists and i have a deeper understanding of my character now so i think i’ll only end up loving her more as i replay her. dnd with my friends is truly one of my favorite hobbies and it’s so important to me! there have been so many changes throughout the years i’ve played but i’m so glad to still be playing despite it because it’s very fun and therapeutic lol

i got a raise at work 🫨 not that it makes much of a difference LMFAO but i was seriously considering leaving my job before my raise so it’s nice to be making a little more money. the cost of living in washington is so insane that i feel really unsure of my future lol but it’s seriously my dream to own my own house. just a little one story house that i can call my own. i know it seems like a small dream lol but it’s literally my number one motivation and i’m always daydreaming about how i’d decorate my own home inside and out!!

i finally bought tears of the kingdom and i’ve been obsessed with it!!! not surprised because i loved breath of the wild lol. i love link so much he’s such a cool protagonist. always wanted to be like him when i was a kid LMAOO either him or sheik! i would say i’m more like a deku scrub…💀 like look at this fella…

like….???!!!! THATS ME…the lil angry face. love these guys. anyways i love the game LMAO i hit about 50 hours and realized i should maybe try tackling my first dungeon 💀 it’s just so much fun to run around and collect ingredients and koroks…plus i have a little pack of zelda amiibo cards so every day i hop on and scan them all so i can open treasure chests as a little treat…love it!!! i can’t wait to see king sidon again btw. that’s the light of my life

ever since my OCD diagnosis i’ve been avoiding my therapist (L) and struggling to really understand why but i think it’s because i feel guilty about being diagnosed LMAO…i have like this weird fixation on unknowingly manipulating/lying to others and my brain keeps trying to convince me i manipulated her into a diagnosis. i don’t feel like i have “real” OCD if that makes sense. and i feel this weird sense of guilt about making light of it or like taking resources from people with real, severe OCD. it’s frustrating because i know that’s definitely a symptom of OCD but i also feel like none of my symptoms are legitimate and they’re just delusions. it’s incessant. which like logically is that probably just a symptom of the OCD? yeah but i also am having trouble admitting that to myself for some reason lol. at least not without guilt or shame attached and i really try to avoid feeling that way if i can. anyways it’s a real pain in the ass and i finally sucked it up and made an appointment for tomorrow so i can try to talk through some of this with her

i’m up and down a lot, it’s been the worst year of my life i think lol but somehow i’m still chugging along 💀 every day i put the rainbow clown wig back on and march thru my day despite it all though so it’s whatever i guess. definitely going thru my saturn return and ngl so far it sucks and i definitely hate it but you know! my 20s have been Not Great so maybe my 30s will be better for it. hope everyone is doing well and staying safe. let me know what you’re up to in my inbox if you want! i always like when people message me their life updates lol. it’s sweet when people think of me as someone they want to update ❣️