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mariaofdoranelle · 4 months

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Merry Christmas/Yulemas, @writtenonreceipts! I hope this fic finds you well. I was so happy when I got you in the draw because I admire you so much, and I hope you have as much fun reading your gift as I had writing it ❤️

@rowaelinscourt thank you for organizing the secret Santa!

Warnings: moderate alcohol intake

Words: 4,7k

“This is gonna bite you in the ass someday, you know?” Sellene reproached from behind the steering wheel. Her friend couldn’t see what Aelin was doing on her phone, but somehow she knew.

“Shh!” Aelin looked behind her to check on the girls, but they were still sound asleep. At the age of four, if they listened to any curse word, it’d be forever until they stopped repeating it over and over again. At least, from what she was told, the Whitethorn family was used to small children and their demands. It was the whole reason why she was spending Yulemas with them, after all.

Aelin and Maisie were on their own now, and when Sellene all but dragged them to her family’s farm because of all the kids and animals, it was hard to argue. After the year from hell they had, a nice Yulemas was the least she could do for Maisie.

“You’re avoiding the subject,” Sellene insisted.

“Yes. Because I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But you sure seem to want to keep doing it, huh?”

When you’re broke after your divorce and your business isn’t thriving, ain’t it funny what you’ll do?

On one drunken night amidst her separation, Aelin downloaded Tinder and scheduled a date on the bookstore café she owned. But when she freaked out and canceled right after the guy—Archer—arrived, she could only watch from her mezzanine office, amazed, as he stuffed his face with baked goods and left with two books.

After that, luring people from Tinder into Fireheart Books & Cafe was just a small part of her marketing plan. And the most unethical one.

“It’s a lucrative strategy,” Aelin said, feeling defensive.

“That you don’t need anymore.” Sellene rolled her eyes. “Didn’t you just butcher the anthropology section to fit more tables?”

Yes. For the same reason Aelin added sidewalk dining tables. “Your point is?”

“Did you at least give someone a try while you’re at it?”

Once. Just one person that made her actually enjoy the execution of her plan, even extending it so she’d talk to him more before ghosting. Conversation flowed, and Aelin had already gone on some dates at that point after her separation, but she wasn’t naïve enough to think she’d find love on Tinder.

“That app is a lost cause, Sel.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t find some good hot dates.” Her friend wiggled her eyebrows. “I know I did.”

Aelin managed to muffle her laughter with one hand so the two sleeping beauties on the back wouldn’t wake up. She brushed her daughter’s chestnut hair away from her face, watching the way she leaned on her friend during their nap. Maisie and Bree were thick as thieves in preschool and, as single moms, Aelin and Sellene would frequently help each other out.

Sellene has a hot date? Auntie Ae and Maisie will happily have Bree for a sleepover.

Aelin is busy at the book shop? Auntie Sel and Bree can drop Maisie there when school is over.

Sellene was godsend this year, and listening to her rant about her love life was just one of the fun perks of being so close to her. If the few dates Aelin went to this year actually happened, it was because her friend insisted.

“So, how’s that thing with Ilias again?” Aelin said, desperate to change the subject.

A groan. “You will not believe what he texted me this morning…”

Aelin let her friend go on about her situationship, a little relieved that she wasn’t the focus of the conversation anymore.

Truth was, she was a little anxious about this Yulemas. Sellene guaranteed that her family was too big for Aelin to intrude in something intimate, and the Whitethorns were properly notified about her stay, but that nagging feeling that her and Maisie were crashing the party wouldn’t go.

After they got to the farm, it was a while before they reached the house.

When Sellene told her about all the family traditions and how homey it was, Aelin expected an old farmhouse of sorts. To be honest, she didn’t think much about how the house would look, but she definitely wasn’t expecting a classic-looking manor with an exterior made of white stone.

A blonde woman showed up on the porch before Sel parked the car, then she ran inside and came back, tugging a man by the arm. By that time, they were already leaving the car with their bags, but the older couple still insisted on helping them.

Rory and Owen, her friend’s aunt and uncle, as they introduced themselves. Aelin’s introduction was brief, since Sellene filled her family in on who she was beforehand, but they still made small talk. Though she wasn’t paying much attention, too caught up on the similarity between Sellene and Owen. Her friend joked about some strong traits running in her family, but this was uncanny.

“Genetics, huh?” Sellene said, a teasing grin on her face.

Aelin was staring, wasn’t she? Oops. “Yes, genetics.” She turned to Owen. “I can’t believe you’re not even her father!”

Rory laughed and urged them inside. “Come on, darling, there’s a lot of silver hair and green eyes for you to compare.” She smirked before she added, “And if you happen to like it, my son is single. Thirty-one, stable job, goes to the gym a lot—“

“Auntie,” Sellene reproached.

The matron frowned. “I’m not being very smooth, am I?”

Her husband gave her two gentle taps on the shoulder. “You’re never smooth at matchmaking, darling.”

Rory gave Aelin an apologetic smile before continuing, “We’re stuck with some housework right now, but if you can wait—“

“I’ll show her around,” Sellene said, waving her aunt off.

“Alright, then. Pick any empty room you’d like.” Rory turned to Aelin. “You and your little one are the most welcome, make yourselves at home,” she said with a beam before scurrying away to the kitchen.

And about Aelin’s little one: where the hell was she?

Sellene leaned closer to Aelin and murmured, “But you can totally flirt with my cousins if you’d like. There’s a whole bunch of them for you to pick.”

“I don’t think I’ll have time for that, but thanks.” Not that she wants to, but it’ll become a hard no if she’ll have to wrangle Maisie all the time.

“I saw them coming inside.” Sellene tugged Aelin. “Don’t worry, she’s safe here.”

“Your house is not.” At least not with her four-year-old on the loose.

The two women dropped their bags by the entrance and ran around looking for them, calling their names. Aelin couldn’t register much other than white walls and wooden furniture, her mind filled with what could Maisie possibly break in this small time frame, and how much it costs.

Aelin’s worry was peaking when she listened to her daughter’s voice coming from another porch, this one attached to the living room.

"Do you do your tattoos alone, or does your mom help you too?"

The man blinked, confused, until Maisie showed him the few Barbie bubblegum tattoos on her forearm. She gave it a pointed look, then to the many tattoos he had on his left arm, taking most of the limb.

Aelin decided it was best to make herself known, introduce yourself, and see if this stranger needed rescuing from her curious preschooler. She couldn’t see this man’s face from her point-of-view, but she had an inkling of who he could be because of his—shocker—silver hair.

“Maisie!” She called from afar, “I was looking for—“

The words died in her throat when she recognized the man before her. Aelin’s core felt ice-cold all of a sudden, despite the dangerous pounding of her heart. There was no way in hell this was happening, and she blamed Tinder for not requiring users to use their last name there.

“Aelin.” He made a point of looking at his bare wrist, as if checking the time. “I think you’re a bit late for our date.”

˜˜

Upstairs, in the safety of her bedroom, Sellene had the gall to cackle.

Aelin glared at her. “Could you not?”

Before ten minutes ago, her friend was absolutely clueless to the fact that Aelin and Rowan knew each other, just like she had no clue that Sellene and Rowan are cousins. But it saved her, since the woman walked into that porch and spared Aelin from doing any talking.

“Alright, lemme just…” Sellene turned away, as if Aelin couldn’t see her friend’s shoulders shaking from behind. Then she took a deep breath and turned back around. “Alright.” A twitch on the corner of her lips that was quickly concealed. “But you said you liked him?”

“That’s not the point!” Aelin said, pacing in the empty space between the bed and the wall.

Chatting with Rowan was nice, and she may have indulged in conversation with him more than she usually lets herself, but Aelin felt so drained after her divorce. She let herself be dragged to dates sometimes, but she didn’t have it in herself to fully face the dating scene again.

Sellene rolled her eyes and threw herself on the bed. “That’s the key point, actually. It’ll define our entire course of action.”

“Nope. Our course of action is whatever protects Maisie from this mess.”

Aelin was so afraid of fucking up Maisie’s Yulemas when she got here, she didn’t realize she’d potentially fucked up even before arriving. Her throat felt thick just to think of it.

Sellene squeezed her hand. “He’s not gonna cause a scandal or anything, Rowan’s not like that.”

“He’s not going to tell your incredibly welcoming family that I’m actually a cold-hearted milf that stood him up and ghosted?”

“Okay,” Sel trailed, grimacing. “He’s not like that, but he is a bit of a gossip, so…”

Aelin sat on the edge of the bed and groaned, her face resting in both hands. Whether he had a big mouth or not, she needed to fix this. Because she couldn’t put Maisie’s Yulemas in jeopardy, yes, but also because Rowan deserves an apology.

Truth is, Aelin never felt tempted to give a chance to the guys she chatted with, because everyone she met on Tinder could be classified as one of: a chronic manwhore, overall gross, or gross for a single but relevant reason, or a misogynist bigot. And sometimes she even liked to leave them stranded, especially when they fell into the latter category.

Usually, Aelin just acted flirty enough to let the guy think something other than coffee would happen, that way he’d run to their ‘date’ without wasting more of their time.

But there were exceptions, of course, and Rowan was one of them. He wasn’t exactly chatty, but she still found herself texting him back and forth late at night for almost two weeks. When he oh-so-gently requested to meet her in person after dropping some hints about it here and there to no avail, she knew she had to cut this short.

It was just business, or so she told herself when it was time to cancel the plans that were never bound to happen. Aelin didn’t have space in her life for much else.

But now the girls, Rowan and a few other Whitethorns were off to see the baby goats and some other kid-friendly farm animals, which gave Aelin a small time frame to plan her next move.

Sellene got up from her bed, nothing but determination on her face. “Here’s what we’re gonna do: we’ll wait downstairs. When they come back, I’ll keep an eye on Maisie while you scurry him away to apologize.”

This was the lamest plan Aelin has ever gotten into. “I expected better scheming from you.”

“No scheming this time,” her friend warned, “just tell him the truth.”

And that was what Aelin kept in mind, as she waited with Sel in the kitchen under the disguise of chatting with Rory.

The kids barreled into the room a while later, chatting about the farm animals they saw, petted, or even fed. Rowan lingered on the other side of the kitchen, carefully avoiding Aelin’s eyes while he rectified the little one’s exaggerated stories with things like actually, no goat charged at them, they just wail all the time.

Despite the high excitement, Maisie’s attention drifted when she noticed the batch of gingerbread men coming off the oven.

“My grandma makes gingerbread people too,” she said to Rory, then frowned. “Do you know my grandma?”

Aelin’s heart squeezed at the sight. She was hoping to keep Maisie’s mind off her father’s family these holidays.

“I’m afraid not, honey. Is she from Doranelle too?”

“No, she lives very, very, very far. I need to get on a plane to see her.”

“That’s very far indeed.” Rory chuckled. “What’s she doing this year?”

Maisie shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t have Yulemas with Daddy this year because he’s stuck in prison.”

The room fell silent, all eyes on her little girl’s outcast expression as Aelin’s face grew impossibly hot. Gods, her daughter sure had a way with words.

“Because he’s a prison psychologist,” Aelin amended, to everyone’s relief, by the way their shoulders collectively relaxed.

Chaol wasn’t seeing his daughter these holidays because he was too busy in the Southern Continent with his girlfriend—former mistress—but there was no way Aelin was telling her little girl that. Work was the go-to excuse to why he missed so many bi-monthly visitations, and it worked for Yulemas too.

One day, Maisie would understand that Aelin has been a single mom since long before her divorce. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to postpone said realization for as long as she could.

“Oh, how silly of me! I forgot to get rosemary.” Rory changed the subject when silence reigned, thank Mala. The time when Chaol was a touchy subject was long gone, but people still tiptoed around it with her.

The woman continued, “Aelin, darling, could you get me some, please?”

“Sure…” she trailed, looking around. “Where can I—“

“Rowan will show you the garden,” Rory quipped.

And Aelin thought that getting him alone for a moment would be tricky. Clearly, she underestimated his mother.

Rowan glared at the older woman, but she didn’t waver. Instead, the more that odd exchange lasted, the more Rory seemed to enjoy forcing her son to spend time with someone he clearly didn’t want around.

Fuck, Aelin needed to fix this immediately.

He gestured to the open back door in the kitchen, and led her to a kitchen garden close to the house.

Sunshine glanced off the leaves which vegetables, herbs and fruit grew, and Aelin wished she could enjoy its beauty more. The smell of fresh herbs and sound of the leaves shuddering were the only soothing things, given the conversation she had ahead.

She waited for him to make a start, to no avail. Perhaps he did, earlier today when she first saw him, right before Sellene walked in and they pretended that first exchange didn’t happen.

“I’m sorry.”

Rowan’s step faltered for a second. He gave her a curt nod, and continued his stroll towards the rosemary shrubs.

She continued, “I shouldn’t have stood you up, it was really shitty of me and I totally deserve it if you hate me right now.” A pause. “But I was hoping we could put this aside for Yulemas, you know? Being in the same house and all.”

“Alright,” he said while slowly nodding, and Aelin’s shoulders loosened up with relief for a moment, until he finally looked her in the eye and added, “I'll go easy on you if you tell me what happened.”

“I told you, I’ve been having a hard time dating after my—“

“Yeah, you told me that in your apology text, but I feel like there’s something missing.”

He got her there. It was true, but not the ugly truth.

“Remember the shop I asked you to meet me at?”

He nodded.

“I own it. And my Tinder account is strictly for… cash inflow.”

This time, he fully stopped. He studied Aelin with widened eyes, and after judging the seriousness in her expression, he laughed. It was loud and full, overpowering the gentle flutter of the leaves and birds’ wings around them.

He kneeled by the shrub, snapped a few branches with his fingers, and it was just then that Aelin realized they had already arrived at their destination.

“You’re not mad?”

Rowan shrugged, and she wanted to read his expression so bad, but he had his back to her, still working on his mother’s rosemary. “I guess should be mad. I’m definitely impressed. It’s a very clever move.”

Aelin didn’t know if she should thank him or not. “But are we cool?”

He chuckled, something more amicable in his eyes this time, when he turned around. “Yes, sure. It was just online dating. Do you know how often people get ghosted? I wasn’t gonna start a riot because of that.”

“‘Kay, thanks.” He was being such a nice sport, his forgiveness only worsened the guilt she felt. “And though you’re right about that, I’d be totally mad and petty if someone stood me up. Just saying.”

“I wasn’t mad that you stood me up—“

Aelin sent him a cut-the-bullshit look.

He sighed and continued, “Alright, I was upset. Not mad. What actually made me mad is that you ghosted me after that.”

She stopped mid-stride, her head tilted. This made absolutely no sense. Rowan broke eye contact to rearrange the branches inside the small bag, making his fingers busy for a small moment of awkward silence that lasted a lifetime in Aelin’s head.

“I liked you, Aelin. You didn’t have to do that for me to visit your coffee shop.”

Aelin didn’t want to think about why his words stung, but they did.

˜˜

Engaging in conversation at dinner would be a lot easier if Maisie was eating, not showing Bree magic tricks.

She placed a french fry on the table, between her and her friend. “Now close your eyes,” Maisie commanded. When her friend complied, she shoved the fry in her mouth and said, “Ta-da!”

Bree opened her eyes, and the loud gasp she let out after noticing the fry was gone gave Aelin a good chuckle.

“Do it again!” Sellene’s daughter said, clapping her hands.

“Maybe you could do it with the cucumber this time?” Aelin cut in.

Maisie turned to her mother with all seriousness a four-year-old can muster. “Mommy, it’s Friday. We only eat fries.”

Being the little entertainer she is, the people near Maisie laughed, not for the first time this dinner. Including Rowan, who sat next to Sellene, almost in front of her. It was weird, hearing his laughter instead of reading a “haha”. A good weird. Still weird. For Mala’s sake, she needs to sort her feelings out.

“You are such a silly goose,” her friend said, fondness filling her eyes.

“No, Auntie Sel, you are a silly goose. I’m a silly gosling.” The little girl took her time pronouncing each syllable of the last word, careful to get it right.

Aelin’s mouth was ajar as she stared at her. “Where did you learn that?”

“Wowan.” Maisie said, beaming. “We’re bestest friends now because he’s an animal doctor, and he promised to show me all his animal friends so I can be friends with them too.”

“Is that so?” Aelin plastered on a smile, hoping it wasn’t too strained. It didn’t go unnoticed that he was nice enough to Maisie for her to consider him her new ‘bestest friend’, even before Aelin apologized. Fuck, she needed to unpack this later.

When she dared a glance at Rowan, he looked a little stiff, but still gave her a quick, close-lipped smile. “She likes the baby goats.”

Aelin would know. Maisie talked about them all day.

“Wowan, I’ll do a magic trick.”

He turned his full attention towards Maisie.

She continued, “Did you see me do it before?”

“Yes.”

“Try to forget.”

“I can’t do it, Maisie, I saw you do that trick too many times.” He leaned back on his chair, a lazy smirk on. “But I haven’t seen you make the cucumber disappear.”

She jolted on her seat, put a cucumber slice on the table, pointed a finger at Rowan and yelled, “Close your eyes!”

When he complied, Maisie ate that cucumber with a ferocity Aelin had never seen before.

“Dear Mala,” Rowan said when he opened his eyes, feigning shock. “Do it again.”

And that’s how he convinced her to eat every single vegetable on her plate. Fuck, he sure knows how to woo a single mom.

Not woo, Aelin chastised herself. Rowan said he liked her. In the past tense. Which should be a relief, but this wasn’t how she felt as she watched him smile at her daughter and make her have fun while eating healthy.

Rowan stole a glance at her, but Aelin had her eyes on him already. He swallowed, likely unsure of what to do after being caught staring while she was already staring.

Thank you, she mouthed so Maisie wouldn’t hear. To her surprise, his eyes softened, and he gave her a small smile.

Relief finally washed over her, when Aelin realized that the awkwardness in his expression had vanished.

˜˜

As predicted, Maisie was so hyper Aelin didn’t manage to properly enjoy the farm herself. But she didn’t mind it, since her daughter was the whole purpose of this trip. Besides, sometimes watching the kids play could be better than TV.

“I wanted to go out to eat with you, not you and your baby!” Maisie’s arms flailed around as she tried to explain her frustration.

Bree clutched her doll to her chest, a wounded look on her face. “But I can’t leave my baby alone!”

Rowan, who was just passing by the living room, froze when he registered what was going on. He turned to Aelin, confusion written all over his face, and discreetly sat by her side on the couch.

“Everything alright?”

Aelin pointed at the tea party toy set near the girls. “They’re at a pretend restaurant, eating pretend food and talking about their pretend jobs.” A pause so she wouldn’t start laughing here and there. “Maisie was expecting a girls’ night, but Bree brought her baby with her.”

“Oh, I see.” Aelin’s gaze swept over him for a minute, and it was unfair how good his pine-green eyes looked when they were filled with amusement like this. “Whose side are you on?”

“I’m getting popcorn. You?”

“I don’t know,” he murmured, “I think this is a very complex issue. We can’t read it under a Manichaean view.”

Aelin chuckled, and they fell into comfortable silence while watching the girls. Rowan’s pine scent hit her senses, but it was the chilly wind coming from the window that made her shiver.

“You cold?”

She shrugged. “Not that much.”

Rowan stood up. “I’ll warm us up.”

“You’re getting a blanket?”

“Better,” Rowan said, a troublesome glint in his eyes. “Wine.”

Not as effective as a blanket, but definitely more fun.

“Merlot?” He suggested with his head tilted.

Unbelievable. Aelin briefly mentioned her favorite type of wine to this man over text in a late night conversation, and he still remembered it weeks later.

Rowan seemed to misread her silence, his expression becoming guarded. “But I can share the bottle with Enda if you don’t feel like it.”

Aelin’s gaze quickly turned to her daughter before she focused back on him. “Can it wait until after Maisie’s bedtime?”

Rowan took a step back with a grin on, and his eyes wouldn’t leave Aelin. “I’ll get the snacks ready.”

After wrangling Maisie around the house a little more and putting her to bed, Aelin found herself in the same living room as before. However, this time, the tea party set on the table was replaced by a small charcuterie board and two glasses of red wine.

They talked about their lives for hours. Now it was nearing midnight, and none of them seemed to grow tired of each other’s companies. It was just easy like that with him, and she knew it. Too easy, was what Aelin told herself in her office as she let him down. Too easy to be true, and not the delusion of a lonely twenty-nine-year-old divorcée.

Aelin had so many reasons why she couldn’t give Rowan a real chance, but she couldn’t remember a single one of them right now. Actually, she could remember, they just felt… small.

Too bad she was too late.

“And you never thought to move back here? Being a vet and all?”

Rowan sipped his wine. “I’ve lived in the city since I was a teenager, my whole life’s there. But I visit a lot.”

“And your cousins?”

“Not as much, but Yulemas is always here.” He cocked his head, his expression shifting as he grinned at her. “Though the company is usually much less good-looking.”

Aelin blinked. She stared at the glass of wine. It was her second, and Aelin knew her limits. She wasn’t even tipsy. It couldn’t be.

“Rowan Whitethorn… are you flirting with me?”

“Yes, I’ve been trying for a while.” A pause. “Is it working?”

Wow. She looked around, mind racing and empty at the same time. A turned-off TV. Potted plants with fairy lights on. A mistletoe. Gifts under a tree.

Rowan was flirting with her.

Rowan, Maisie’s new “bestest friend”. Kind, attentive Rowan who remembered her favorite wine and looked as delicious as the Focaccia bread he stole from the kitchen for her.

Rowan, who seemed to give her a second chance even when she didn’t deserve it.

“It’s working, yeah.”

He didn’t dare say a word after her response, and neither did she. He leaned forward, barely blinking as he tried to meet her eye.

Aelin needed to say something. She wanted to say something else, but it was hard to do it while she felt her old resolutions shatter like a wall of glass.

Going on shitty date after shitty date so she could find someone reasonably good, until something happened and she had to go back to the stream of shitty dates? No, meeting new people was a hard no for now.

But it was different when she had already met someone, right? Aelin wasn’t ready to give dating a chance, but she was more than willing to give Rowan a chance.

She got up and tugged Rowan’s hand.

“What?”

Aelin tugged on it again, so he got up from the couch too. Wordlessly, she led him to a spot right under the beam that divided the living room and the hallway.

She pointed at the mistletoe above them. “Oh, look.”

“Wow.”

“I definitely didn’t see that and drag you here.”

“And my mother definitely didn’t fill the house with mistletoes tonight because she’s in love with you and Maisie.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” she lied.

“So surprising.”

“Shocking.”

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Absolu—”

Rowan pulled their lips together, cupping her face with both hands while she wrapped her arms around him. Their lips brushed together, and it was almost unfair how soft he felt. He gently nipped hers so Aelin would open up to him, and the kiss was sweet and hungry at the same time. His hands traveled down her neck and arms, making her shiver, until he reached her waist and tugged her closer.

Well, fuck. If Aelin didn’t have any doubts about giving this a chance anymore, she didn’t know what to call it now. A negative amount of doubts? Anyway, her mind was jello. Aelin couldn’t know where this was going, but she knew she’d let it happen now. No more holding back.

Rowan broke the kiss and put their foreheads together, breathlessly breathing her in with closed eyes.

“If I ask you out on another date, will you show up this time?”

“Yes,” Aelin said, right before her parted lips morphed into a teasing smirk. “And I might even delete Tinder, depending on how large your coffee order is.”

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kaeyazuha · 2 years

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The weather is the nicest it's been all year, so you decide to be outside and enjoy the calming ambience with your lover. The plan didn't include a nice nap, yet you fall asleep right on their lap. What do they do?

You and Kazuha decided to relax near a small pool of water west of Liyue's gates. There's some shade right by the water underneath a tree, plopping yourself down you pat the spot next to you inviting Kazuha to join you. He sees the way you shift attempting to be comfortable, so he asks if you would rather rest on his lap. You take up the offer right away, and he giggles at you enthusiasm to use him as a pillow. He takes the sweater you brought and drapes it over you like a blanket.

Being the poet he is he tries to find the right words to describe this moment. Attempting to form a poem, he sits in silence looking around the surroundings and petting your hair.

After finding the perfect words and taking note of them in his small poetry notebook, he looks down to his lap realizing how your breathing has evened out, he can even hear your light snoring if he tires. It's only noon, yet it seems the day has drained you already. Knowing you need rest, he stays awake to watch, treasure hoarders have been spotted nearby, and he wants to guarantee your safety.

While waiting for you to wake up, he reaches for flowers nearby and weaves them together. When you wake up, you have a crown of flowers placed your head. -poetry anon

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dykeseinfeld · 1 year

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hi! i saw your holsom wild west au (absolutely delicious, by the way) and wanted to say: i’m not an expert by any means, but i am from west texas, so i have a bit of knowledge that might be relevant.

lassos are used for catching animals (usually cattle) that are running off and need to be put back in a certain pen or pasture. i don’t think most outlaws would particularly need lassos, because they’re not really working with livestock or homesteading, but it’s still a real useful tool. it’s always good to have rope on hand.

your horse is your best friend, and that horse might be smart or it might be stupid, but i can guarantee that it’s skittish and prone to getting spooked. you want to tie your horse to a fence post or something to keep it from wandering off or bolting if it gets scared.

there’s a lot more wildlife and plant life in the southwest than you might think! it’s not all desert, there are a lot of plains and prairies and plateaus out in there. i’m not sure where exactly you’re setting the story, but researching biodiversity in that region is always a great time, in my experience. in places that don’t get much rain, one of the best sources of water is the cacti. prickly pear cactus are very edible (both the tunas/cactus apples and the nopales/leaves are delicious. nopales are a bit of a staple in mexican cooking and my family used to make prickly pear jelly out of the tunas). there’s a lot of things for a horse, or a human, to eat out there. also, coyotes, deer, snakes, and mountain lions tend to avoid people, but snakes will sometimes curl up in a boot or hat or saddle bag while you’re sleeping and be real mad about being woken up. rattle snakes aren’t a huge issue: they only rattle to give you a warning to get away, and they rattle almost every time you see one. that’s part of why you don’t take your boots off when you’re sleeping.

a cowboy, especially out on the range, needs to be able to wake up in the middle of the night and immediately deal with a problem, so he tends to sleep in his jeans with his boots on. he also only takes off his hat at churches, weddings, and funerals. also, fun flavortext: if you’re wearing a man’s hat, it’s basically a big “i’m taken by him” sign, kinda like wearing a guy’s jacket, but a little more permanent.

it gets HOT in the daytime. from around 11-3 is the hottest part of the day, and it’s miserable to be working out there in those conditions. if you can find a place to take a little noontime nap, that’s gonna be real nice, and it means you can sleep less during the night.

sorry if i’m overstepping, and feel free to disregard this entirely. also, you can fudge the details quite a bit in favor of a more “hollywood” wild west aesthetic; john wayne would probably give you the answers you want more than i could. good luck! i’m very excited about this au.

-chaos

p.s. i just realized how long this was. sorry about that 😅

i just realized the post i saw was from july. feel free to ignore me! -chaos

wait thank you so much! lol the post is old but i've actually been working on that fic the past few days so all this is super helpful lmao tyy

#answered #anon

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fbfh · 2 years

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ricky bowen oral hcs

As per ushe all characters are aged 18+ for nsfw content!!! Minors obviously dni this is not for you!!!!

(also reader has coochie)

This is going to be outrageously lemon scented and flavored

Let’s get started cause i’m already out of breath thinking about this

firST OF FUCKING ALL

ORAL SKILLS FOR DAYS

HE LITERALLY CANT GET FAR UP ENOUGH INSIDE YOU

HE WILL NOT BE SATISFIED UNTIL HE IS BRUSHING UP AGAINST YOUR CERVIX

He will shove his face so far into your pussy

Like he wants to be as close and deep as physically possible

He plays to win. Either two fingers n tongue or three fingers and he’s sucking on your clit like hard candy.

He is totally the type to not be satisfied unless you’ve cum at least three times

Usually a few more than that

Yk that tiktok I always reference “everyone wants a big guy who eats a lot until you get one then it’s nooo i’m still sore from last night”

….

It’s cause he’s a service top

Who are we kidding

Have you met him????

By now he probably has a couple tattoos

Most of which were doodles you drew on him that he got tattooed on before it washed off

More on that later

Some of which are on his fingers

He will 100% see how many tattoos deep he can get before you’re a writing mess

(hint: it’s not many he’s very very good at this)

You taste so good

He literally wants you to sit on his face all the time

He has a bunch of those cheesy “if you’re looking for somewhere to sit my face is comfy” “wow your thighs would make great earmuffs” phrases and shit like that

And he’s willing to use them on you

It’s almost part of your banter at this point

Listen to me when I tell you he can eat a fruit by the foot in record time

He puts those skills to use

He loves going down on you so much

He’ll make you cum twice with his mouth and call it prep

Any excuse to eat you out is one he’ll take

Oh my god oh my god

Don’t let him find out about your g spot

If he figures out how to make you squirt he’ll do so as much as possible

(or actually maybe do)

When he feels you ⭕ 💢⭕ 💢

It drives him in fucking sane

Once in a while he’ll have a hard time pulling out bc of your fucking gorilla grip

He’s not going to lie

It’s really really hot

He’s obsessed with the way you taste too

He literally can not get far up enough into or taste too much of your pussy

He has the tongue dexterity of venom at this point

And years of playing guitar have made him very

Very

Good with his hands

Specifically his fingers

He knows exactly what he’s doing

And exactly how much it affects you

And he’ll just keep doing it

He lives for that shit

Literally can not get enough of it

((obviously this is something you’d discuss beforehand but this is after you’ve talked about it))

Will 60000000000% wake you up with oral

Getting to hear your breathy sleepy little pants????

The way you buck your hips up????

You’re so responsive for him and it makes him go feral

Once you’re up he’ll have you tell him about what kind of dream you were having ‘,:)

While he continues to go down on you ofc

He’ll coax details out of you as you get closer

By the time that you’re grabbing at his hair he knows he’s just about done his job

But he wants to do it again

And again and again

He has to exercise a lot of discipline not to call both of you in sick and stay in bed all day together

Cuddling, watching movies, napping together

And making you cum as many times as physically possible ofc

The thing is once y’all start you don’t want to stop

Which can turn it into a huge gamble on days where you’re really busy

The pros are

Aside from the obvious

You get guaranteed quality time together in the morning before your busy day

The con is you might end up being very late to everything

And having a lot of trouble walking

So yeah it’s a gamble

But you know what

If you have ricky bowen tugging at your clothes and sucking hickies into your chest to muffle his moans and rocking his hips into your thigh

I can almost guarantee that’s a gamble you’d be willing to take

I don’t know who wouldn’t tbh

Enjoy this preview for part two of ricky receiving hcs!! (and an unrelated quote that idk why i put here)

Receiving: "he's so overwhelmed by his love for you and your mouth feels so goddamn good around him like that"

"My boyfriends an actor" "whats he been in" "me :)"

@afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @hopefullhearts

#ricky bowen smut #hsmtmts ricky #ricky bowen x reader #ricky bowen #hsmtmts smut #hsmtmts x reader #hsmtmts

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wakatoshislovebot · 2 years

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movie night

~josuke higashikata x gn!reader

~movie night with your boyfriend

It was a Saturday afternoon, the first one you’ve had in a while to relax. You had planned to spend the day reading the stack of books laying on your desk. You only managed to get through 5 chapters before the phone started ringing with no abate.

You finally answered, “Hello?” you inquired with a grimace on your face.

An ecstatic voice replied “Why so hostile cutie?”

With that, you couldn’t help but smile “Well you did call me a million times, while I was trying to read” you said with disappointment lacing your voice.

You could hear a chuckle coming from the other end then a pause. “My apologies but you have better things to do today,” he said with great satisfaction, you could visualize his smiling face in your head perfectly.

“And what may that be? I don’t have anything planned today,” you said, getting slightly impatient.

He replied in rejoice “You have movie night tonight with me!”.

“Hmm, that does sound intriguing however last movie night we ended up playing more games than watching movies,” you say with contempt.

To this he whined, “I promise this time we’ll watch movies, I won’t make you play a single game.”

You sighed loud enough so he could hear and then said “Fine, I’ll come over but Josuke if I see you grab a single controller I’m leaving.”

Barely containing his excitement “Deal! I’ll see you soon.”

After hanging up you made your way to the closet and put on a shirt you had borrowed from him months earlier, it still faintly smelt like him. You tucked the shirt into your jeans and put on your shoes. You began to walk to Josuke’s house.

It was a perfect evening in Morioh, sunny but not too hot. You approached the door but before you got the chance to knock Josuke opened the door and grabbed your waist pulling you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly in response. He released so you could remove your shoes.

As you were doing so he looked down at you smiling ear to ear “I missed you a ton you know.”

He was so happy he looked like a little kid which you couldn’t help but laugh at. His brows furrowed and he began to look like a lost puppy. “Did you not miss me?” he pouted.

You lean him to kiss him on the cheek “Of course I did, you just look so happy it’s adorable” you jeered.

He blushed in response and intertwined his fingers with yours. “We should get movie night started before we get too tired,” he said, guiding you to the couch.

He pulled out a box full of movies and flopped on the couch. You ask “What movie are we watching first?”

He smirks and says “You’ll see, it’s a surprise.”

He put the disc in the DVD player, grabbed a blanket, and turned off all the lights. You eyed him as he got comfortable on the couch, admiring him the entire time. He glanced up with a smile inviting you to join him. You sat close by him, laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. The TV screen reads in blue letters “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”, you look up at Josuke who was awaiting your reaction.

You say “My favorite?” with a smile.

He glances from you to the screen and says “Of course, I did make you miss quality reading time so I had to make up for it.” You missed the blush creeping up his face as he said this.

About an hour passes and you notice you are beginning to feel tired. Josuke was so warm and it didn’t help that he was playing with your hair which makes your eyes heavy. You try your best to stay awake but you are ultimately unsuccessful. You sleep for a good hour and then finally awake to Josuke asleep underneath you with an arm wrapped around. You do your best not to wake him as you get up to go to the kitchen, luckily he’s a heavy sleeper. You grab a drink of water then return to a sleepy Josuke rubbing his eyes.

He notices you watching and manages to yawn “Hey.”

You reply with “Hi sleepyhead, how was your nap?”

He stands and makes his way towards you saying “Very good, I had you to guarantee that but it is late and you should probably go home. Come on, I'll walk you.”

You frown at this and begin to pout “Aw but movie night was going so well.”

With a smile plastered on his face, he says “There will be plenty more so let’s get you home.”

On the walk home, you both drag your feet trying to make the most of the time left. You finally get to your house and walk up to the door. You notice Josuke staring and smiling at you, you blush and ask “What is there something on my face?”

He chuckles and says “No, you just look so pretty in the moonlight.”

With that, you cup your hands along his jaw and kiss him. He grabs your waist and pulls you in closer while he kisses you back. After some time he pulls away and says “You better get going to bed, you’re tired and it’s late.”

You roll your eyes at him and say “Fine, I’ll leave you alone. Good night, I love you.”

Giving you one last peck he says “Good night I love you too, sweet dreams.”

#jojos bizzare adventure diamond is unbreakable #josuke x reader #jjba #jjba fanfic #josuke higashikata #josuke x you #josuke higashitaka x reader #jjba imagines #jjba part 4

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caiuscassiuss · 3 years

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tease ⎮ k.th (snippet)

TEASE IS OUT NOW!!! FIND IT HERE

Description: You knew you were hot. You saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. And maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under Kim Taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

Genre: Brother’s best friend (jungkook is your twin brother lol) au/ enemies-to-lovers WC: (estimated) ~10k Warnings: graphic smut (Dom! Taehyung + Brat! Reader, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation kink/ slight slut shaming, masturbation, blow jobs, cunnilingus, edging, light dub-con, spanking), reader is promiscuous and a tease™

The incident at the club was definitely an offensive blow to Taehyung in your non-existent game, as he watched you differently in the times you ran into him. He looked a lot more contemplative and a hell of a lot angrier that you tamped down a victorious smile. You were gonna blue ball him so hard he would rue the day he snitched on you to your parents.

You had already planned on skinny-dipping in the pool when Taehyung was sleeping over one night, but your plans were ruined as your parents announced a family trip to the lake cabin rental.

You had pasted on a smile at the news, looking happy to escape from the city, but inwardly you pouted. This trip would put you out of commission, so to speak. You wouldn’t see Taehyung for the next few weeks and you were sort of worried the thing you had going on would fade as he, inevitably, would fuck some random girl to get over the tension.

However, imagine your joy as your amazing, heaven-sent brother asked if he could drag Taehyung along and all the parties agreed.

The four hour car ride was monotonous, with you parents at the front, your brother and his friend in the middle, and you unfortunately cramped at the back. You glanced at Taehyung, who was fast asleep with his spidery lashes brushing his cheeks. You patted your backpack absentmindedly, where your secret weapon was stored. You were pulling out the big guns this time. No fucking around. He was going to be begging to fuck you.

Your family arrived at the rustic cabin you were renting and you jumped out of the car to stretch your poor, poor back. Your parents, of course, took the master bedroom so that left the two guest bedrooms between the three of you. Jungkook and Taehyung would be sharing a room while you would have your own and honestly, you thought the heavens were smiling down on you, because the rooms were connected with a Jack-and-Jill bathroom.

You just had to wait for the right moment. Everyone was exhausted and took a nap, which resulted in you pacing around your room, deep in thought.

Your parents had decided to go out for dinner at the township a little while away, while Jungkook fibbed a lie about going to the woods for a hike and instead snuck away to the beach for girls. Apparently, from what you could hear from inside your bedroom, Taehyung was still asleep and refused to go hiking with Jungkook. They also thought you were asleep too, your dad taking a moment of pity on you by acknowledging how hard you’ve been working at school and sports.

Inwardly, you fistpumped. They were finally leaving you and Taehyung alone, so you could finally enact your plan.

You hid your vibrator underneath your sheets and waited for Taehyung to wake up. You didn’t have to wait long as you heard the creaking of floorboards in the other room.

Tossing away your shirt, you were left in just your bra and panties. Settling down on your bed, you turned the vibrator on low and rubbed it against your panties. A slight, quiet groan escaped your mouth and you felt arousal start to form on your nether lips. Dragging the vibrator up and down against your covered slit, your ears perked up at the sound of shower starting in the conjoined bathroom.

You repeated the motion a few times, before you pressed the tip of the vibrator hard against your covered pussy. It pressed against your clit and you felt your vision swim, a slight yelp escaping your mouth. For a while, the shuffling around the bathroom stopped and you froze, half excited and half anxious.

You heard metallic scrape of shower rings and relaxed. You circled the vibrator around your slit a bit more, stimulating the motion of penetration lightly and arousal definitely stained your panties.

Moving your panties to the side, you let the tip of the vibe rest against your clit, rotating it to cover it in slick and burrowing it deeper into your pussy. A loud whine left your lips, one he definitely heard, and you panted heavily. The muggy air pressed down on you and the blood rushed around underneath your skin.

Shoving down your bra, leaving your breasts obscenely pushed out against the cups, you dragged your fingernails across the sensitive skin of your breasts. Groaning, you turned your face to burrow your head into your pillow.

Slowly inserting the vibrating dildo into your pussy, a shout left your lips as your pussy contracted against the object suddenly. The lack of action over the past few weeks definitely made you more sensitive.

Chest heaving, you left the vibe in to adjust to it. Taking it and feeling arousal coating your fingertips, you slowly pushed it in and out of your pussy. Your eyes shut in pleasure and strangled yell emanated from your throat, your legs relaxing until you could feel both legs spread for the world to see. The cotton sheets suddenly felt too hot against your skin and you pushed them hurriedly away.

You pressed the vibe in and out of your now sopping wet pussy and your fingers pinched at your breasts, circling around your perked nipples. The shower in the background sounded muffled to your ears as you sunk into a veil of pleasure.

Thrusting the vibe deep into your pussy, you hit your g-spot and you choked, an embarrassingly loud groan filling the air. You undulated the vibrator against your g-spot and clit repeatedly, black spots and bright lights flashing against the back of your eyelids. Your moans were now non-stop and you knew Taehyung could hear you even if he was downstairs.

Memories of his dark eyes, veiny neck and arms, and sweaty shoulders made you tense up. The vibrator hit your g-spot and clit at once and you tweaked your nipples, a scream leaving your lips as felt light exploding in your vision and your pussy clenching the vibrator. Your knees knocked painfully together as you orgasmed, eyes shut and mouth wide open to moan loudly into the air.

The waves of pleasure washed over you and gradually left, leaving you panting into the air. The air conditioner brushed against your sensitive pussy and aftershocks rocked your body, clamping your lips tight to stop groans from escaping. Pulling the vibrator out, you could feel slick start to coat your pussy and thighs.

Closing your eyes, the blanket of placidity settled over you. Wow, you had really needed this, hadn’t you? All your scheming and schoolwork had—

A hard knock startled you out of your thoughts and you registered the shower had stopped. The knock rattled the doorframe and made you wonder how mad Taehyung was on the other side.

“Taehyung? Do you need anything?” you asked, voice slightly high-pitched and cracked.

“Open up, Y/N,” he grumbled.

You threw on a large t-shirt to cover your chest and leaking pussy, nearly stumbling as you walked to the door.

“Y-yeah?” you asked, cracking the door open a bit. Taehyung pushed the door open roughly, and you almost tripped over air.

He stood there, shirtless and wet, glaring at you from underneath his wet bangs. You gulped, nipples instantly perking up again at the aura restrained anger he exuded. Your eyes followed a drop of water that dripped from his hair and landed with a plop on his chest, working its way down his toned pectorals and defined abs and then into his Apollo’s belt—

“—it down?”

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, wide eyes snapping to meet his.

“H-Huh?” you blurted out, uncharacteristically flustered.

“I said,” he huffed, nostrils flared, “Can you keep it the fuck down?”

You didn’t even have to pretend to flush and act nervous. “O-oh, sorry—”

He gave you an unreadable look, fire burning in his eyes, then snorted and slammed the door. For a while there was silence. A slight pout painted your lips and you shifted your weight, now feeling your arousal drip down your thigh. You had thought this would be the time he would crack but he didn’t. A bit worried at the radio silence, you suddenly heard a soft, strangled groan that emerged from the other bedroom.

You smirked. It was only a matter of time before he cracked.

Hi everyone! This is my first foray into BTS fanfiction and break from indefinite hiatus, so I really hope all of you liked this sneakpeek. Honestly it’s not anything deep but I guarantee you it will edge all of you so hard :) Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Estimated release date: Jan 6th, 8 PM ET

#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #bts #taehyung scenarios #taehyung imagines #bts scenarious #bts imagines #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #enemies to lovers #namjoon smut #jimin smut #jungkook x reader

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kikilefangirl · 3 years

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Like No Other

Erik Lenhsherr x Reader

(Word count: 1516)

Usually, the General’s study was one of the quieter places during the day. It was the room that had the most amount of books in it. Books that you could read in peace after putting down the kids for a nap and sneaking away. A perfect hideout.

Today wasn’t one of those days. The hushed voices that came from the closed door made it so. You still, straining your ears to listen.

“Y/N!” The General’s wife had a shrill voice and a demand for attention.

“Well don’t just stand there, go on and get our guests some drinks. C’mon now, quick.” She tilted her head to the side, and drew her lips in a tight line.

You turned on your heel and said nothing. You balled your fists. White hot anger coursed through you.

Fear.

The woman let out a small yelp, her eyes fixated on a blank spot on the floor. After a few minutes you released your hold on her, and the General’s wife straightened up to her usual self. You tried not to laugh as you walked away.

...

As slowly as possible, you poured four ice cold waters to combat the summer heat. The house was stuffy this time of year, and your skin felt sticky and warm.

You carried the tray up to the General’s study and knocked softly. There was a muffled come in.

Two men sat opposite the General, but they weren’t military by the looks of them. You passed out the first drink to the General; it was his house after all.

“—I’m prepared to help you look for as many subjects you think are here.” He declared.

Subjects? You kept your face blank, but your curiosity was too much to ignore. The General rarely took meetings at home and when he did they were with old friends like Martin or Bass.

The British one was next. You sat the drink in front of him and peered up at him from the corner of your eye.

“Em, thank you,” He said. You gave him a swift nod and moved on to his friend. Walking to the other side to give him his drink, you spied two and a half numbers tattooed on his forearm. He caught you staring and pulled his sleeve down.

As you took the tray and extra drink, you felt the man’s pain. It poured out of him and it nearly knocked you off your feet. The drink and the tray toppled to the ground and the liquid spread all over your dress.

“Y/N!” The General called out. It was only water, but you couldn’t tell him that. He had guests, important ones apparently.

“Sorry, sir.” You whispered. You cleaned up the mess as quickly as possible and the men resumed their conversation while you did. Occasionally you could feel someone burning a hole through your back. You grabbed hold to the carpet to steady your thoughts and emotions along with everyone else’s.

“Gentlemen, you have all my resources at your disposal.” The General told them.

You were done by then, and stood tall in the face of your mistake, closing the door behind you. Once you were out, you concentrated on the man with the tattoo.

Peace.

The power emanated from you and you directed it towards the man. That was your gift. It was something you always had; something your parents taught you to hide and stay safe.

A cry from the baby’s bedroom brought you back to the present. You rushed to the crib, and gently held him.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, baby.” You cooed.

You concentrated again.

Calm.

The baby’s cries fell silent as you rocked him back to sleep. He was just a little cranky and needed help going back to sleep.

Laying him down, you crept out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen. It was your guaranteed sanctuary away from the General and his family. Or at least it was, because as soon as you entered you were met with startling blue eyes.

“Erik.” The man said. He had an accent, not American. He held his hand out for you to shake. You stared at it, then averted your gaze.

“White men don’t offer me handshakes. Or first names.”

You couldn’t help your bluntness. You needed to make it plain, for your sake. He—Erik, dropped his hand. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I saw what you did to that child. You did it to me, too.” He stated. He wasn’t upset or anywhere near it. Instead he had a look of fascination and awe. It was unnerving with how restrained he appeared to be. You stepped back.

“I didn’t do anything.” You explained. It was a lie, but a necessary one.

Erik wasn’t fazed.

“We’re similar.” You didn’t hold in your scoff. This white man was nothing like you and the audacity to compare his life to yours was laughable.

Then he did something as unbelievable as changing people’s emotions.

A clattering sound came from the drawers, the light fixture shook, and your necklace rose off your neck and into the air. You stood in shock as spoons, tongs, whisks among other things shot out of their respective places. They floated in the air in a flurry of metal, just by the wave of his hand. And just like that, they were returned to the drawers with a final clack.

Your mouth dropped open, and you couldn’t say a word.

“Someone with your gift doesn’t belong here.” He said after awhile.

“So if I didn’t have it, I deserve to serve drinks I can’t drink and take care of a baby who’ll have more rights than me?” You ground out.

You weren’t better than anyone else who looked like you and you weren’t going to be used by anyone. Erik balked at your suggestion, rolling sleeve up to his elbow. It was faded with age, but you could see all of the numbers he had previously tried to cover.

You were right about his accent and his pain.

“No. But what you have could offer you more opportunities as a mutant than if you were human. Trust me, I know.” Erik said softly.

Whatever horrors he’d experienced, you felt a multitude of emotions from him. You didn’t mean to. It was involuntary the way your powers reacted, sometimes.

Peace.

Erik visibly relaxed in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out.

He waved it off, but his gaze had even more of an intensity than before. It made you feel like he was examining your every move, trying to understand how you ticked.

“We can teach you how to control it if you came with us. There are others, too. It’s a school we’re starting.” He told you.

“I want to use the same bathroom.” You held your head up, jutting out your chin.

There was nothing tying you to this job or your hometown. But you wouldn’t leave one place, just to be demeaned in another.

Erik smiled at you.

“Of course,” He said.

You jumped up in the air, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You shot Erik a look of pure relief and nodded in agreement. Then he yelled out to his partner, Charles.

Ordinarily, you would have flinched at his loud voice, for fear of waking the baby, but today was your last day. You grabbed your coat and led Erik to the door. At the same time, the man called Charles and the General came downstairs.

“Y/N, Where are you going?” The General asked, slightly bewildered. You stiffened, but made yourself face your former boss.

“I quit, sir.” You stated. The General started going on and on about the reasons you needed to stay. You struck down each one. Erik flicked his eyes from you to Charles and back again. Charles nodded his head in understanding, then placed two fingers on his temple.

Hello, Y/N. My name is Professor Charles Xavier, I understand you have a gift.

You skirted back, stumbling into Erik, who steadied you.

“Do not be alarmed, Y/N.” Charles said out loud. So his voice in your head was really him. He was like you, too then.

“General thank you for your time, but we’ve found who we were looking for.” Erik chimed in.

Realization dawned on the General’s face and he paled. All of his fight was gone. He was genuinely afraid of you, and you took this time to do something you had been denied previously.

You stepped out through the front door and took a long breath. It was your first and last time on the front porch.

“I have to go get my things, it won’t take long.” You muttered.

Erik walked you over the car, and opened the door for you. As you stepped in, you held his gaze.

“If you give me a reason to regret this, I’ll give you a reason to regret me.” You clarified.

“Charles, we need to finish Cerebro as soon as possible. We almost missed a mutant like no other.”

#xmen x reader #x men #x men fanfiction #magneto #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #magneto x reader #erik lehnsherr x reader #poc!reader #black!reader #x men first class

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ohgodanothertwilightblog · 3 years

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Obsession Embry Call chapter 10

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off the next morning. I roll over and unplug it before I pick it up. “Hello?” I didn’t bother to see who was calling me so early. “Good morning sleeping beauty. Sorry for waking you up.” Embry didn’t sound so apologetic but hearing his voice perked me up anyway. “Its all good. How was your night?” I hope he had a good night, he deserves it. “I had a pretty good patrol with Quil. How was your night, beautiful?” I blush at his complement. “I had a good night, slept pretty good. You haven’t gotten any sleep have you?” I start to feel bad realizing he has been working all night. “I got off when the sun came up. I went to sleep for a few hours before I called you. It is nine so I will probably take a nap before I pick you up.” I feel better knowing he got to have some sleep. “So what time are you picking me up today then?” I couldn’t be more excited to see him again even though it has only been a few hours since I saw him. “ I was going to pick you up around one if that was okay with you. I figured we could go grab lunch and hang out a little before we went over to Sam’s house.” I smile at the thought of seeing him alone before we saw everyone else. “That sounds great to me. I am looking forward to seeing you. “ I want to say I miss him but I don’t want to sound too needy. “ I miss you. I am looking forward to seeing you too.” Apparently he was feeling what I am. “Well have a good nap and I will see you in a few hours Em.” I don’t want to hang up but I need to start getting ready and he needs to get some sleep. “Hmm, Em, I like it when you call me that. Have a good day, beautiful, I will see you in a few hours.” I smile and blush again at his compliment. “Goodbye Em.” “Goodbye beautiful”

I get out of bed and go down stairs to eat breakfast with my family. My dad had chocolate chip pancakes and bacon waiting for me at my spot. “Good morning. Breakfast looks great, thank you so much.” I sit down and start to dig in. “I know they are your favourite so I thought I would start your day on the right foot. My dad smiled at me and then leaned over to kiss my mom. They seemed to be getting along better these days. I know everything was tense after Cade passed away so it is nice to see things start to seem a little normal again. “So what time is Embry picking you up today?” My mom asked between bites of her own pancakes.”He is picking me up at one so we can go to lunch before we meet up with his friends.” Just thinking about spending the day with him brought a smile to my face again. “Well I hope you have a good time with him. I just really am happy to see you smile again.” My dad says while giving me a hug then going back to his pancakes. Once we finished I helped clean up and do the dishes. I finished around 10 so I headed up stairs to give myself a manicure and pedicure. I have yet to figure out what I am going to wear today but I figured it couldn’t hurt to have all my bases covered. But then I remembered where we live and that the chances of it being sunny outside again were slim thus rendering my pedicure unlikely to be seen but at least I feel good.

After getting my nails done I head over to my closet to try to decide what I want to wear today. After destroying my organizational system I decided on black ripped skinny jeans, a white floral print top and my black high top converse. I went down stairs to ask my mom if she would mind french braiding my hair for me. “Of course I will. It has been so long since you asked me to do that for you. Go grab your things and let's get started.” I rush back upstairs to grab my brush and hair tie. When I get back downstairs my mom is waiting for me on the couch and I sit next to her with my back facing her. I relax as she starts to brush my hair. It was such a simple act, for her to do my hair. But I could tell it meant a lot to her. I hadn’t realized how long it has been since she has done this for me. It was nice to just spend some time with her again. I will have to make sure it is a priority moving forward.

Once my hair was all done and I got dressed I decided to do my makeup. I did a little bit of concealer, blush, highlighter, eyeliner, and mascara. After about an hour of trying to do my wings on my eyeliner in a way that they look somewhat similar I got them to work well enough. I check the clock and it is almost time for him to come. I spray on a little bit of perfume and put on my necklace and grab my purse and double check that I have my keys and my phone. I pull out the first book I find on my bookshelf and start reading to pass the time a little. The next thing I know I hear someone knocking on the front door so I slam my book shut and toss it on my bed, shut off the lights and rush downstairs. “He isn’t going to leave without you, you don’t need to rush and break your neck” my dad shouts from the living room. My mom was at the door with Embry in the entryway with a big smile on his face with a bouquet of flowers.

“I will put them in a vase and put them by your bed. You two go enjoy your evening. It was so nice to see you Embry dear.” My mom said while pulling Embry into a hug. I smiled at him while he hugged her back. “Bye mom and dad I will see you later.” I call as I walk out the door. Embry stops and looks at me for a moment. “You really do look absolutely beautiful.” he says before he leans down and kisses me gently and I recall all the kisses from yesterday. He walks me to the car and opens my door for me and races over to the other side. He slides his hand into mine and we drive to the little diner everyone goes to. As usual he opens my door for me and his hand finds mine once again. We get seated at a booth and he sits right next to me. I can feel his thigh pressed against mine and all I can focus on is how incredibly warm he is. I can feel the warmth from him spreading throughout my body.

We order our meals which means a burger and fries for Embry and a club sandwich for myself. We decided to be cheesy and share a strawberry milkshake. I liked how easy it felt to be around him. He just makes me feel safe. We ate our lunch while talking about anything and everything. Once we finished our meal and paid we had a little bit more time to kill before we needed to meet up with the pack. We decided to go for a drive. He placed his hand on my leg and looked over at me and smiled. I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. He turns up the music a little bit and I just zone out and enjoy the peace.The next thing I know Embry is chuckling and shaking me awake. ”I am so sorry. I guess I got so comfortable I must have dozed off. I really am sorry.” He just smiles at me and shakes his head. “It's fine, I don’t mind. I am sure you needed the rest. Plus it was funny to hear you talk in your sleep.” He gets out of the car and opens my door for me. I realize we arrived at Sam and Emily’s house. I would have to ask him later what I said in my sleep. I hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing. We arrive at the door and are greeted by everyone. Sam smiled warmly at me and Emily gave me a nice big hug. Quil, Jared, and Seth each gave me a nice big hug. Leah smiled at me and Paul nodded at me. Jake gave me the biggest hug out of them all which resulted in him picking me up leaving my legs dangling and my ribs probably a bit bruised. Everyone laughed when he put me down and I rubbed my sore ribs. Once steadily on my feet I found my natural place at Embry’s side.

He put his arm around me and pulled me in. He whispers in my ear. “ You really do look beautiful. I am glad you came with me tonight.” His breath tickles my ear and makes me shiver. The boys whistle and laugh “He is probably saying something about the hot making out they did last night. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it while we were on patrol last night.” Jared said which humiliated me to no end. I bury my face in Embry’s shirt to hide my blushing. I forgot they told me about the wolf mind reading. I don’t like the thought of them seeing me do something so intimate with him. “It is about time he got some action. He has been thinking about her for a while. It was all he could think about and I am sure he will keep thinking about it more.” Quil decides to throw in his two cents on the subject. I grew even hotter than I thought was possible. “Hey knock it off! Stop embarrassing her. You can clearly see she is uncomfortable so lay off.” A deep stern voice rumbled out of Embry’s chest. I had never heard him sound so firm. I am glad he said something to stop them. It was getting to be too much. They take their turns giving their apologies. “It is okay I forgive you. Just please don’t do it again.” They each give me a hug. “ I will make sure they don’t give you a hard time again.” Jake says with a fake stern look at them then throws his arm around me. “Okay guys let's eat. Ladies first. Once the boys dig in there is no guarantee there will be food left.” Embry says as she leads the way to the kitchen.

I place a nice serving of lasagna and salad on my plate with a piece of garlic bread. It looked so amazing. And I eyed a beautiful looking chocolate cake that I am sure will be for dessert tonight. We all find a place to sit either on the floor or the couch or the dining room table. I am sitting on the floor in front of Embry while he is on the couch. I lean up against his legs just to be close to him. After dinner we decide to start by playing Uno. I am seated on Embry’s lap while we try to hide our cards from each other. And when he told me how competitive the boys are I didn’t expect what I saw today. Paul was laughing evilly at everyone else as he kept throwing down his plus twos and fours. Jake was pouting and Quil and Jared were bickering. Sam was focused on Emily with a big smile on his face. He kept placing kisses on her cheek while she kept dishing back what Paul was doing to everyone else. I was more focused on the feeling of Embry rubbing small circles on my thigh just above my knee. But in the end Emily won which left Paul sulking dramatically.

After Uno we decided to take a break and eat some of the cake. Well I guess we ended up eating all of the cake. I sat on Embry’s lap and we shared a piece of cake. We took turns feeding each other which earned us a lot of eye rolls and groans from the guys and Leah. “Don’t let them stop you or embarrass you. I think you guys are cute.” Emily said with a warm smile. She was snuggled up next to Sam and he looked so content as he always does around her. I smiled back at her and gave Embry a kiss. After we all finished the cake it was time to play Jenga. Which is a disaster waiting to happen considering how clumsy I am. Add being nervous to the mix and we are bound for failure. But once again the guys got very competitive to the point of them focusing so hard on messing each other up it left me to be able to focus on myself.

It was Seth's turn and Quil ended up yelling in his ear, leading Seth to fall on the blocks thus losing and probably injuring himself in the process. Everyone else laughs while Leah goes to check on him. Upon discovering that he is indeed okay she shoves Quil off the arm of the cough where he was perched laughing his ass off. He landed with a big thump on the floor. Once we restacked the blocks it was my turn to go and I very carefully removed a block successfully which earned me a kiss from Embry. I smiled at him as he went and grabbed a block with much more ease and less concentration than I did. I wish I could be that calm about anything but that just isn’t me. Of course he was successful at not knocking over the blocks.

It was Leah’s turn next and she had her brow furrowed in concentration as she carefully grabbed her chosen block. Then it was Sam's turn and Emily giggled as she playfully pushed him causing his very large hand to knock over the block tower. We all laughed as he sighed playfully and leaned over to kiss Emily and start tickling her. She laughed and flailed as he continued to tickle her. Finally things settle and we rebuild the tower once again. Jake goes first and very carefully pulls his block out. Jared then goes and is successful. It gets to Paul and he narrowly avoids knocking the tower over. Emily goes and takes her block so gracefully. I go to take my block but I am so shaky I knock it over. While everyone laughs Embry smiles and kisses me and whispers in my ear. “It's okay, nice try love.” He pulls back and places a kiss at my hairline. We decide to switch to playing LIfe which is a personal favourite of mine.

I have never played games with this number of people so I wasn’t used to it taking so long but time flew by. The next thing I know it is midnight and Seth is screaming because he won and Emily and Sam are curled up on the couch giving each other love eyes. I am sitting on the floor between Embry’s legs with my back leaning against his chest. I can feel his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. Quil, Jared, Paul, and Jake are bickering because Seth won. It was then decided that we would get ready to leave. I help clean up so we don’t leave them with a mess. Embry takes my hand as we walk to the car. “How would you feel about a stop at the beach before I take you home? Just so we can spend a little time alone before I drop you off.” I smile and nod. I like the idea of ending my night with some alone time with Embry before I had to go home. He drove us to the beach with his hand on my thigh as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the music playing in the background. Once we arrive I take off my shoes and enjoy the feeling of sand between my toes and Embry’s hand on the small of my back.

We find a little spot and take a seat. “Did you have a good night?” He asks nervously. I smile at him. “Your friends really are amazing. I feel like I finally have a brother again. I like being around the craziness. It can be a tad bit overwhelming but my house is so quiet. It is nice to laugh and play around. It really does feel like a family.” He looked relieved at my answer. I lean in and kiss him. It feels like it has been forever since we kissed. He puts his hand in my hair and gently pulls at my roots. I try to get as close to him as possible. I end up sitting on his lap again and his other hand is in the back pocket of my skinny jeans. My hands trail down his chest. He unattached his lips from mine and started kissing down my neck. I gasp at the feeling and move to give him easier access. After a little bit I manage to pull myself off of him and sit back down in the sand next to him. The whole lets take things slow has gone so far out the window. I am trying to fight the internalized misogyny I am feeling about this. I feel like I shouldn’t be moving this fast with him because it makes me look bad. But I don’t want to judge others for how fast they move. Also we are designed to be together so I don’t think there is any concern of him leaving me. I guess I should just do what I want and not stress myself out so much on the timeline.

“I am sorry if I am sending mixed signals. I know I said I wanted to take it slow and I clearly haven't been taking it very slow.” He just smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead. “You don’t need to apologize. I am in no rush at all. But I very much enjoy what we have been doing. I am good with whatever you want to do or whatever pace you are comfortable moving at. Just do whatever you want and I will be here.” And with that we decided to head home because it is so late. Once we get to my house he opens my door for me and walks me to the front door. I give him a big hug and just let him hold me for a minute. I look up at him and kiss him gently. He pulls back after a minute and kisses my forehead. “ I will call you tomorrow, maybe we can hang out again if you would like that.” I nod aggressively. “Of course I want to hang out with you!” I kiss him again. “Have a good night beautiful.” “Goodnight Em.” and then I head to bed with my head full of all the kissing we did tonight and hoping for more tomorrow.

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summerdazed · 2 years

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A list of random things about Gideon:

When asked what his best feature was he replied his smile. Of course it’s fake as hell because that man has probably never smile genuinely in his life but normal people don’t know that.

He’s extroverted but does get burnt out after a few hours and wants alone time or a nap. Don’t bother him during this time or he’ll most likely be snappier.

One of his short term goals is to learn how to navigate using the stars. (Too bad he sucks at it.)

When he was younger he picked up cursing from his favorite tutor and hasn’t stopped since.

He talks in a fake accent half the time to hide he real one. Especially when he doesn’t want to stand out around others.

He collects bugs for fun. Like the dead butterflies people have in frames. He loves those.

He has a bad habit of fidgeting and not looking people in the eye. When he was younger is was something that got him in the most trouble.

Drinks too much but only ever at events he deems he doesn’t have to be sober for. Luckily he is not a lightweight in the slightest.

Dresses really nicely in public and when meeting people but if you caught him around his house he’s probably wearing simple dirt stained clothes and muddy boots.

Has a bad back. (Hot girl things 🤪✌️)

His legs and forearms are usually covered in cuts, scraps, and bruises from not being careful messing around in the forest. Someone please bandage his hands and kiss them for him. He’s gonna melt but he deserves affection.

One of those people that are pretty sleepers and never snore. Also never has bed head when he wakes up or looks crusty. (Ugh morning people am I right?)

He loves music and dancing but is not the best at both. He somehow manages though. Somehow.

Because of his isolation when he was younger, he wasn’t particularly close to any of his siblings when they were alive. They weren’t the fondest of him either so he felt like even less bad when they died if that’s possible.

He wears gloves a majority of the time to hide a nasty scar on one of his hands from uhhh “unfortunate incident.”

He loves ladies and talking to them. Especially if they hug him or kiss his cheeks. Granted if anyone did it he would blush and shut down. He just loves attention.

He may act all tough and brave but he is a weenie at heart lmao.

He really like savory foods but will try anything you feed him once even if it sounds gross.

He genuinely enjoyed school when he was younger and excelled in it.

How does Gideon see himself ? He sees himself as absolutely worthless. He knows that he will never, ever live up to his surname no matter what he does. That's why, when he finds someone that he thinks might elevate his status, he latches on for dear life.

How does Gideon believe he is perceived by others? He believes that others see him as a worthless piece of shit that can't do anything to save his life. That's why he tries so hard to make sure everything goes absolutely perfectly.

How confident is Gideon? Depends. Sometimes he's the most confident bastard that's ever walked the Earth. However, other times he is the meekest person in the world. It sort of swings back and forth between these two. He is never in between. Ever. This is probably due to his uhh problems

He always carries a bloody photo of his mother with him at all times even though he didn’t like her very much. Old habits of trying to please her die hard.

Has a diary and writes in it religiously. Had that embarrassing moment where someone read his diary when he was younger but it still never made him quit writing.

I have a lot more stuff but I’m just going to leave it at that for now. Slowly be surely I want to show more of his dark side. Also if I have writes for him some hidden on docs do y’all want then even though I can’t guarantee their quality?

#summersocs #gideonweiss

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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camping hc’s w/ the feral boys <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE : implied smut if u look hard enough , but really just some cute , fluffy feral boys content lol . these ended up being really fun to write so let me know if u have any other ideas for more hc’s !! ily , starlight ☁

reblogs are always appreciated !!! <3

all as a group -

god help us all this would be a MESS

you guys would get one of those massive tents that have separate rooms for everyone

s’mores are a guarantee

alex and clay would light their marshmallows on fire

and chase each other around with them

karl is FOCUSED on getting the perfect golden roast

sapnap keeps nudging him to mess the marshmallow up

george literally has his marshmallow in the fire for .2 seconds

clay would give him so much shit for it and the two of them would “argue”

but george would end up breaking his smore in half for clay

and feeding it to him most likely

alex would bring his guitar and play it while everyone sat around the fire

sapnap would definitely start singing ‘campfire song’ from spongebob

everyone would pick up

and dissolve into laughter

clay would be the first to bring up telling scary stories

you’d be scared as shit from the words he was crafting

youd sandwich yourself between karl and alex

alex would poke your waist , jumpscaring you

and you’d pout saying you’re going to bed

youd walk into the tent

they would all C O M P L A I N but eventually join you

at least one of them pees on the fire “to make sure its completely out”

george would ‘knock’ on the tent to see if you were dressed

because they’re respectful , your honor

everyone would meet in the main part of the tent with sleeping bags and pillows and blankets

completley abandoning all the separate rooms

you’d all take turns talking about nothing at all really

making stupid jokes

if you fell asleep first , clay and george would make everyone whisper

you need your beauty sleep

they’d all fade pretty fast after that

but karl would wake everyone to watch the sunrise together

dream -

would have the top of the line camping equipment

even if it was for like

a two day trip

he’d go to an outdoor store and come home with an entire car full of camping shit

a portable grill

a blowup mattress

the nicest two person tent money could buy

the full nine yards

would put you in charge of planning meals

which is probably a good idea

has had the campsite booked for months

somewhere by a lake

“clay , we literally live by the ocean”

“it’s not the same , baby”

he’s right , its not

would take a mini road trip to get there

he’d make sure to stop at all the tourist traps along the way

you two would end up with a bunch of fruit from a roadside stand

once you finally got there

the tent would essentially pitch itself

he’d do the car salesman slap on the nylon

“best tent money can buy”

you’d probably take a nap , tired from the drive

by the time clay shook you awake the sun was setting

so he'd fire up his little camping grill

pls he’d geek out so hard over it

you’d be awake from the nap

so clay would light a lantern and the two of you would just

wander around the campsite holding hands

you two would absolutely go swimming at midnight

clay would pick you up in the water

and have you wrap your legs around him like a koala

he’d pepper your face with kisses

then dunk you under the water

once you two got out you’d get in pajamas

and clay wouldn’t be able to inflate the air mattress

he forgot the pump

but you brought sleeping bags just incase

you two would fall asleep as close as two people in sleeping bags possibly could

sapnap -

would insist on being the manliest man

like would collect firewood and everything

he’d show off the axe he brought

then would chop the wood

he's gloating smh

and would get 125670 % more overprotective when you wanted to try

would stand behind you and show you how to swing

would guide your arms and everything

but would stand like

10 feet away

when you went to actually swing

spooked by how hard you chopped

but also proud ???

would build a fire as it got dark

and tell you how pretty you looked in the light from the flames

he’d be pretty old school w camping food

would stab a poker through hotdogs

he’d help you roast yours , rotating it so it cooked even

would forget the buns and condiments

“i thought we had everything!”

the two of you would die of laughter

just eating ur hotdogs

off of the pokers

however

would remember a stash of candy and snacks

so you end up eating those too

nick would have the tent up in less than five minutes

“fastest tent pitcher on this side of the mississip” 😎

would bring it up 13790 times

he would find a way to zip your sleeping bags up together so it's one big franken-bag

he’s so warm

keeps you toasty

George -

camping was most likely your idea

but gogs is all for it

gets really excited and buys a two person sleeping bag

“so we can still cuddle”

you’d bring all your camping equipment so you had a pad to sleep on

“sleeping on the ground hurts , baby”

“isn't that the whole point ?”

would have his hand on your thigh as he drove to the campsite

and would play loud music the whole way there

with all the windows down

you two would set up camp while it was still light

both struggling™

to get the tent up

it would take y’all like an hour

and both of you would be all sweaty after wrestling with it

so george would change into swimming trunks and wait on you to put on a bathing suit

then he would piggyback you to the lake

running straight into the cold water while you scREAMED

you’d smack him so he’d let you down

then you’d splash him

a splash war would ensue

george would grab your hands , threading them through his

“be nice to me >:,(“

you’d get all soft and wrap your arms around him

the two of you would swim for h o u r s

until someone got hungry

you’d show gogs how to make a campfire

he’d knock over your demonstration

“i want to try”

would nail it on the first shot

you'd be baffled but entirely impressed

after dinner he would show off the oversized sleeping bag

you two would get in together , legs tangled

would probably download movies on his phone beforehand for you guys to watch

he’d fall asleep first , lulled to bed by the sounds of outside

Karl -

loves camping so much

just loves outside in general

would already have a bunch of gear

but would insist on finding a way for you two to be able to sleep together

we all know this boys love language is touch

even in his sleep he needs some sort of skin to skin contact

would buy a camping bed

i feel like karl would want to make “real camping food”

so he’d do hotdogs

and those foil packet thingies with potatoes and corn

he’d show you how to seal they foil and bury it in the coals properly

would scrunch his nose at you while you messed the wrapping up on purpose

“let me do it for you , baby”

would proceed to do it for you

he’d take 100000000000 pictures of you

in the sunset lighting

the campfire lighting

the moon lighting

because he cant help how beautiful you look

would feed you bites of vegetable in between your hot dog

“are you staying hydrated?”

brought juice boxes , too

he’d set up a place for you guys to stargaze

and would point out all the constellations

yall would make up your own too , giving them full backstories

he’d slow dance with you under the moon until it got too cold to be outside

the two of you would … take advantage of the camping bed

crossing ‘outside’ off the bucket list 😌

by day 3 he was tired of his traditional camping food

would beg you for some of your snacks

you’d feed him oreos and fruit snacks while you guys hiked

Quackity -

was not down™

at first

but once he saw how excited you were

he would be all in

would go to a camping store with you and pick out equipment

alex would insist on getting the stereotypical camping cookware

“we have to !!!”

“no we dont???”

“yes we do 😤”

would refuse to sleep on the ground

buys one of those camping pad things

would buy a two person sleeping bag as well

“if im doing this im at LEAST sleeping next to you”

you’d beg him to bring his guitar and play it at the campfire

he’d sing you soft songs while you toasted marshmallows

and you’d feed him s’mores

but you two would end up just eating the chocolate bars instead

he’d bring some sort of card game

and you two would get way too competitive

probaby uno

you’d be screaming at each other at like 1 am

“yOU DIDN’T SAY UNO”

would get a noise complaint

but alex does not care

not one bit

would make a joke about you screaming his name instead

ends up loving falling asleep to the sounds of nature

somehow finds his way into being little spoon

you two fall asleep holding each other

and wake up a tangled mess

begs you to stay another night

because he actually likes being away from it all

and getting uninterrupted one-on-one time with his girl

next time you guys get a free weekend , he’s the one who suggests camping

because he loved it so much

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Girl Of Your Dreams

Pairing: Ten x Succubus! Ayn

Genre: Yandere! AU, Succubus! AU, College! AU

Warning: SOME YANDERE TYPE CONTENT. Smut, swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: i hope you enjoy! Big thanks again to @tacojisung for the plot

Ten leans over the railing as he looks out into the crowd of college kids dancing the night away. The smell of sweat and vodka fills the house as the music pumps, the bass shaking the windows. He wasn't even the biggest fan of college parties but there was something about this specific party that he just felt like he needed to come to it. There was a reason he was supposed to be there, but here he was, 3 hours in and no sign of what that reason was.

He sighs as he heads towards the staircase, finally deciding he was going to call it a night. He was over it, and not overly in the mood to party, thankfully this party was not one his frat hosted. He looks out into the crowd as he goes down the railing and that's when he sees her on the dance floor. The girl he's been dreaming about, the girl who's been making him have to change his sheets so often in the week from all the cum stains. Excitedly he turns around, yelling to his friend, Johnny who was behind him.

"It's her!" He yells, pointing out to the crowd.

"Who?" Johnny asks.

"The girl from my dreams! I fucking knew she was real." He laughs, pointing at you again, still looking at Johnny. He turns his head looking back into the crowd to where you were. Your eyes lock with his and a smirk spreads across your lips. You wink at him before you began to maneuver through the crowd. Ten quickly rushes down the stairs, trying to chase you outside but the second he gets outside you're nowhere to be found. He grabs his head in frustration, looking for you one more time before going back inside.

He knew it. He knew the girl of his dreams was real.

He had been dreaming about you for so long, he was honestly beginning to believe that the two of you were together, you must want him considering you come to him every night. You seem to love his hands, his tongue and his cock in the dreams, so why wouldn't you in real life? You were the one for him and he was going to make sure you knew it.

The next day, Ten was sitting in his psychology class, his mind on you as it always was. He pictured your body, your face, your lips, your smile, the way you touched him. He barely heard what his professor had said until the subject of dreams came up.

"When you see someone in your dream that you don't recognize, it's because you've seen that person at some point in your life. It may not have been a very significant point but it was enough for your subconscious to remember them. We'll pick up more on this and more next week, class dismissed."

After his class, Ten was walking through campus, lugging his backpack and headed back to the frat house for a much-needed nap, and a possible visit from his mystery dream girl. He began to think about his professor's words about dreams and dreaming about a stranger. It made him wonder where he first saw you? What was he doing? Why couldn't he remember? It frustrated him that he didn't have an answer to any of these questions. He just wanted to know you and be with you, why was that so much to ask for?

Ten walks into the house and spots Mark sitting on the couch, focused on his game as he closes the door behind him.

"Hey man, you wanna game?" Mark asks, sitting on the couch while playing Xbox.

Ten waved him off as he climbed the stairs, making his way to his bedroom. He slings his backpack on the floor, kicking off his shoes and hopping straight into his bed. He stretches out, getting into his comfiest position with his eyes closed, letting himself slowly drift off to sleep.

"My baby." You sing as you crawl into Ten's bed. You hover yourself over him, sitting down on his crotch, waiting for him to wake up. Slowly you rock back or forth, grinding yourself on his cock which now is beginning to get harder.

"Mmh." He groans, bucking his hips. With his eyes still closed his hands find their way to your hips, gripping tightly as he helps you rock back and forth. "You came back." He whispers.

"Of course I did." You purr, leaning forward to place a small kiss on his lips before sitting up again.

"Please." He groans, feeling the heat radiating from your pussy, he needed more.

You smirk as you move off of him, helping him slide his pants down, letting his cock spring free. You position yourself over him, sliding down onto his cock, making him moan.

"You need to be a good boy." You whine as you pick up your pace, riding him. "Don't look for me."

Ten closes his eyes, his hands back on your hips as he tries to control his orgasm. "Got it?" You groan, bouncing on his cock.

"Y-yes.. got it.." he stutters as he cums inside you, grunting as he fills you up.

In an instant, you're gone and he wakes up to a load of cum dripping down onto his sheets, again, forgetting what he had agreed to.

That night he was dragged out to a club that was known for the dancers who made appearances. You could almost always guarantee there would be at least one insane show of dancing, and Ten loved to go and watch, sometimes participate but tonight... Tonight he had a feeling that he needed to watch the dance floor and watch who was going to be on it. He felt drawn to it, and he already knew it was you who was doing it. Clearly, you were going to be there and you wanted him there. You must be playing hard to get.

"Wow," Mark exclaims, walking along on the balcony, looking down to the dance floor. "There's a lot of awesome dancers down there." He laughs, stopping with Taeyong to look at one couple in particular. Ten stops as well, his eyes narrowing in on the couple. He can see the male fairly clearly, Oh Sehun from the EXO frat, a well-known rival of NCT but he couldn't see the front of the girl, only how her hips swayed along with hair, she moved so effortlessly, he felt as though he was almost entranced by her. He watched as they moved along the floor, his feet immediately following and making their way to the stairs. His eyes never leaving them, he can feel the heart begin to race as he steps onto the floor, moving through the crowd of people, his anger level rising as Sehun finally spins her around, and it's you. He knew he was drawn to you for a reason, you're supposed to be his but here you are with another man.

Ten continues to make his way towards you, now with just a little more urgency as he prepares to get Sehun's dirty hands off your body.

"Hey." Ten yells, moving through the bodies, getting closer to you. He can see the smile fade from your face as you notice him coming closer. Sehun looks up as Ten stands in front of the two of you, breathing heavily. "What are you doing with him?" He asks, confused on why you're with someone else when you so clearly were meant for him.

"Just back off," Sehun says, pulling you away from Ten. He walks away, taking a breath and thinking of a game plan, how can he get you alone?

He wanders through the crowd, his head spinning as he searches for you again, he just wants to see you up close, talk to you and try to clear some things up, he just needed you to give him a chance. He pushes his way through the crowd, getting to a clearing near the bar and that's when he sees you and Sehun. You let go of Sehun's hand, mouthing you'll be right back as you head towards the bathrooms. A smile spreads across his lips as he makes his way to the bathrooms. It's perfect, you're alone and you can hear him out. That's all he needed. As he makes his way over there he watches Sehun turn away, talking to a group and not paying attention any longer, this honestly couldn't get more perfect. He waits for a few feet down from the girl's bathroom, the hall light flickering as his foot tips, god you're taking a long time.

Finally, the door opens and out you walk, your head is down so you don't notice Ten leaning against the wall until he steps out in front of you. You look up, looking him in the eyes, making him smile. You try to walk past but his hands grip your shoulders, gently pushing you against the wall.

"I'll scream." You threaten, making Ten scoffs.

"I'll cover your mouth." He growls. "I just wanna talk to you." He pleads. "Why are you pretending not to know me?" He asks, frustrated.

"You need to stop this. Remember what I told you.." you smirk.

"Ayn!" You both hear. Turning your head you see an angry Sehun marching your way.

"I'll see you." You whisper before ducking away from him and running towards the hot-headed Sehun to calm him down. Ten stands there watching as you caress his face in hopes of calming him down.

"Let's just go." You urge Sehun, pulling the puffed out and protective man away. Ten stands there, he's shocked that you dismissed him so easily. He watched as you dragged Sehun from the club, a man who was looking back at Ten, clearly threatened by the fact he was going to lose you.

Ten walks back towards the stairs, running into an overly happy looking Mark before he hits the staircase.

"There you are!" Mark exclaims, grabbing Ten. "Look we got a VIP booth with some fine hunnies." Mark laughs. Ten looks to the exit doors and sees you leaving and he just can't help the urge but to follow you, despite your oaf of a boyfriend.

"I gotta go.. sorry." Ten says, glancing at Mark before taking off to the doors. Luckily you and Sehun aren't too far ahead that he lost you. As he walks behind you both, he puts his hood up, not wanting to be noticed by anyone but especially not you.

He follows you for a few blocks until you enter an apartment building that unfortunately needed a code but he would find it out in time. At Least now he knew where you lived, so he headed back to the frat to grab his car and have a little stake out of his own.

A few hours later, his eyes get heavy in the front seat of his jeep. He crosses his arms and leans his head back to rest, just for a moment but instead falls asleep.

It didn't take long for you to enter his dream, unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock and straddling his lap in the front seat of his car. He was hard and inside you, the warmth of your pussy surrounding his cock.

“It feels so good.” He groans, placing his hands on your hips. You lift yourself slowly before slamming back down on him, making him cry out in pleasure.

“You like my pussy, don’t you baby?” You ask.

“Yes, fuck yes.” He moans, his toes curling as you squeeze yourself on him again "Fuck you always make me feel so good." He groans, his arms surrounding you, pulling you in close, his eyes still closed.

"It's because you're special to me." You whisper in his ear, lifting yourself before slowly pushing yourself back on his cock.

"Oh my god." He groans. "I love you. I love you so much." He groans, bucking his hips. All he wanted was to be as deep inside you as he could be. Fuck you felt amazing.

"You need to stop following me." You warn, riding him, your fingers running through his hair. "Leave me alone before I move on to someone else." You whisper, holding him close as your clit is rubbed perfectly. "I will." You pause, your orgasm flowing through your body. "Move on and leave you." You cry out, your fingers pulling his hair as you ride through your high.

"You can't". He grunts, and again, as he cums. You continue rocking yourself on him, milking him for everything he has, not wanting to waste one last drop. "Fuck." He groans. "Please don't leave me." He finishes.

"By the way, this isn't my house." You whisper and before he can reply, you're already gone.

Ten is woken up by a knock at his window, his eyes barely opening until he notices a police officer standing there, looking concerned.

"Hello, officer." Ten greets him, rolling down his window.

"You've been parked here for an awfully long time, we've gotten some complaints of a creep in your car description. You okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine, just got a little tired." Ten laughs.

"Get home and get yourself cleaned up." The officer says, looking at his pants before back at him and walking away. Ten looks down and notices the stain from his dream, spread across his pants.

He quickly starts his car, driving away from the apartment that is not yours but must belong to Sehun.

Over the next week, Ten surely had thought he was going crazy. He saw you everywhere. In the coffee shop walking to the bathroom, on the crowded sidewalk as he strolled down the street, across campus, walking in front of him but he only ever saw the back of you. You were taunting him, you must be. You hadn't visited his dreams in a week, you were appearing everywhere he went, this was you teasing him and playing hard to get but he was going to get you and make sure you could never leave him again. He knew you were ignoring him since he hadn't listened to your warnings, and frankly, he was tired of it.

The next day he headed to his psychology class, and this one he was excited about it. They were learning about Lucid Dreaming when you know you're dreaming and you can control your dream. This was a very important part of his plan of how he was going to get you and he needed to get you, his one true love.

"Lucid Dreams." Ten's professor announces. "The dreams where you know you're dreaming and you're able to in some ways, control those dreams and what happens in them."

Ten's interest peaks as he listens to his professor speak. This is it, this is how his plan starts, now he just needs a way to trap you, from his dream and into his world.

"Along with lucid dreams, there's sleep paralysis, which is said to bring a fear of yours to live in your dreams. Your fear paralyzes you, making you face it head-on." He pauses. "Wet dreams." He stops for a second as the class laughs. "Yes, yes hilarious. Wet dreams are said to be ruled by the evil, seductive temptress, the succubus. Does anyone know what a succubus is?" He asks.

No one chimes in. Ten is sure he knows but chooses to keep quiet, waiting for his professor to explain.

"A succubus comes into your dreams and pleases you, you are her main source of energy, and for women, it's the incubus that comes into their dreams. Now.." he pauses, seeing a hand raised. "Yes?"

"Would there be a way to trap a succubus?" Someone asks, piquing Ten's interest even more.

"Ah, yes. There are stories of men trying to trap the succubus and rumours of their success. They draw an arcane circle under their bed and hide it, but also lucid dreams come into play here too. You need to be able to hold on and wake yourself up." The professor says. "Anyways, it's supposedly a myth. Now we are moving on to the incubus.."

Ten packs up his belongings, leaving class early, he has too much to do and it cannot wait.

Arriving home, he storms through the door, ignoring the men sitting in the living room and heading straight up to his room. After he left campus he had stopped at a special store and gathered the rare ingredients he needed for his plan.

Ten moves his bed to the side of his room, clearing out all the shit from under it before he begins unpacking his backpack. He opens the special salt and starts making the circle, looking at the picture he has for reference.

Thirty minutes later Ten is carefully moving his bed back over the circle, his stomach doing flips of excitement. It was finally here, the day he was going to get you to be with him. He knew you would never come with him willingly so this was how it was going to need to be.

He crawls on his bed, remembering his password to wake himself up out of his lucid dream. He hoped this worked, he needed this to work, he needed you to be with him. Closing his eyes he relaxes his body allowing himself to almost fully fall asleep.

He opens his eyes, sitting up in his bed. It's quiet, almost too quiet. Dreams.. he's dreaming.

"Please." He calls out, hoping you were listening.

"What?" You ask, walking through the door.

"Come to me. Please." He says, holding out his hand. You let out a sigh as you walk towards him, sliding your hand in his.

Ten pulls you onto the bed, laying back down as you straddle him.

"I've missed you." He whispers, bucking his hips. "Fuck I've missed you." He groans, pulling you down, reaching his lips for yours.

You don't say anything, instead kiss him back. Your hands run through his hair as his arms wrap around your waist.

Your lips still attached, he sits up, effortlessly flipping you both over to you laying on your back. "I wanna try something." He whispers, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. He takes your left wrist and handcuffs you to his headboard.

"Baby." You laugh nervously. "What's happening?"

"What's happening is you've ignored me for a week! A week! And teased me like I'm just some replaceable nothing to you. But I'm not. I'm the one you're meant to be with, don't you see!?" He yells.

You try to free yourself from the handcuff but you can't.

"Ten.. please. Just let me go." You beg.

"Now I'm going to take you with me, and we can be together forever." He smiles, his eyes are wide and terrifying.

"No... you can't... Ten." You cry.

"Forever." He yells.

Ten wakes up on his floor, breathing heavily. He looks around his room, he's back. He looks to his bed and smiles. There you are, crying and handcuffed to his bed. He crawls up to you, taking you in his arms.

"Welcome home."

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teachingtales · 4 years

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Migraines

I am writing this for those of you who:

don’t have migraines, but know someone who does and want to know more

don’t have migraines, but may develop them later

do have migraines and don’t really know how to tell other people about them, so you can find some phrases that may help here (or just link them)

My mother had migraines, and I never did. I remember asking her what it was like, and was told, “It’s like a really bad headache.” In no way did that prepare me for migraines. I started getting them after getting disabled in the Marines with neurological issues. I honestly thought I was having a brain aneurysm or something. Was I dying? Is there a parasite boring through my brain and trying to find its way outside of my skull?

It turned out to be a migraine.

Later on, I lost strength in my left side. I was confused, dizzy. Is this a stroke? I went to the veterans hospital. Nope, it’s “just” another form of migraine. Uh...cool?

What is a migraine?

Unlike regular headaches that have many causes, migraines are a neurological disorder. You may have another neurological disorder that also produces migraines, or your neurological disorder may produce migraines as the primary problem. Migraines affect about 10% of the population, making them the most common neurological disorder.

How can I tell if I get migraines?

Being the giant nerd I am, I looked up the etymology of the word and it comes from Greek. The original word is “hemikrania”, with “hemi” as “half” and “kranion” is “skull”, and you can see that over time the “he” part was dropped off.

While there are lots of different symptoms of a migraine, this is actually one of the most defining symptoms...that’s probably why they chose this name. The head pain will happen only in half of your skull, either the left side or right side. A single migraine event can switch sides, but they won’t hurt at the same time. I usually get migraines on my left side, but occasionally they happen on the right instead. I’d say it’s about 95-5 for the split.

A friend asked me if having them on the right side was any better or worse, and it’s a great question. The answer is: they still suck the same way, just on the other side. Although I will say that they’re almost worse in a way, because I have my habits to compensate for my left-side migraines and have to alter all of those habits. It’s not terribly annoying, objectively-speaking, but when you’re in the middle of a migraine it is annoying.

If you experience severe pain on half of your head, see a doctor. You probably are having a migraine.

What is it like to have a migraine? What are the symptoms?

This is what I wish I knew going into them. The pain severity can be “oh this really sucks” to “aslasfoiafjagjglkagnlgfjajwoi”, and I use that keyboard smash because when the pain is severe you can barely talk. Think of getting a brain freeze. You know how you stop doing everything to address the pain in your head that’s suddenly there? Imagine that level of pain for several hours. This is what it’s like to have a severe pain migraine. You can’t think of anything else, you can’t even sleep.

While “really frickin’ bad head pain” is what most people know about for a migraine, there really are tons of other symptoms. As a neurological condition, it can cause syptoms like:

nausea and vomiting

diarrhea

diarrhea and vomiting together

sudden dizziness (for anyone that’s been blackout drunk, it’s like that period right before you black out, where you’re really dizzy), and you end up walking in a swaying motion, sometimes falling down or falling into walls...it really looks like you’re drunk

loss of coordination, so it’s hard to do things like open a small package or tie your shoes

loss of strength in arm, hand, leg, and/or foot, making it difficult to walk

change in perception of temperature, including wild swings between shivering shaking cold and sweating hot

sensitivity to everything: lights, smells, sounds, tastes, touches...all of these increase the symptoms you’re already feeling

confusion or “brain fog”, which lead to things like you losing your train of thought mid-sentence, forgetting what you’re doing while you’re doing it, inability to focus, difficulty talking

slurred speech (sounds like you’re quite drunk)

suddenly feeling incredibly tired

slipping into sleep without warning when seated or lying down (not great during commutes on the bus or subway)

changes in vision, such as blurred vision, changes in color perception, seeing “auras” around things, missing one eye’s vision, or having chunks of your vision missing

Sometimes you know when you’re about to get a migraine. This is called “prodrome”, but since most people don’t know this term I just call it a “starter migraine” or “I’m on the edge of a migraine.” If you can catch yourself in this period, you may be able to prevent the migraine with medication. The prodrome period depends on the person and takes a while to get used to, and you won’t always get them. Sometimes you just HEY MIGRAINE, sometimes you wake up and already have a migraine. You’re not guaranteed any prior warning.

The opposite is the “postdrome”, which I just call the “after-effects of the migraine” because most people don’t know what “postdrome” is. As you can see from the symptoms, it’s quite intense. As a result, you’re left exhausted, drained, sometimes sore, and often feeling a bit vulnerable, like anything you do will cause you pain or bring the return of the migraine. Even though the migraine is over, you still can’t get back to your normal activities. It depends on the person, but it can be quite common to experience the postdrome. As with the prodrome, you may not have this.

What triggers a migraine?

What is so frustrating about migraines is that there are so, so many triggers, and they’re often inconsistent. Sometimes, they’re even opposing.

caffeine can help during a migraine, but too much caffeine without having a migraine can trigger a migraine; and sometimes caffeing during a migraine makes it worse

chocolate can trigger a migraine but I personally have not experienced this

strong cheeses can trigger a migraine, but as with chocolate I never experienced this

low blood sugar due to skipped meals can trigger a migraine

too much sugar can trigger a migraine

changes in air pressure

changes in humidity

dehydration

too much exercise

not enough exercise

moving around too much

too much lying down or sitting

stress is a common trigger

cold, such as cold weather or cold items touching the skin

running/jogging

bright lights, especially flashing lights

loud sounds of any type (human, booming sounds, construction)

vomiting also can trigger migraines, such as if you’re sick with something else or if you have bulimia

being sick with another illness can stress out the body to trigger a migraine

I’ve had relatives ask if I can “just move to another place” to avoid things like storms, and that’s not an option. While stormy, rainy weather is a common trigger, so is bright sunshine (especially if dehydrated)...which rules out most of the world during summertime.

I was enjoying Avengers: Endgame until I realized that the sounds and light were hurting, and I was shoved into one of the worst migraines I’ve had. I had no prior warning, I otherwise had felt fine that day, but after a couple hours of loud booming noises coupled with bright flashes, it triggered a migraine.

As you can see, this is really a difficult thing to manage. Some people get rare or occasional migraines, but people like me have chronic migraines. “Chronic migraines” are classified as “having at least 15 per month”, but in my case I will get them daily if I don’t take my medication and do my best to avoid all these triggers. Just this morning, I woke up around 06:30 and a couple hours later a migraine came because of the weather so I went to take a nap, but that made the migraine worse because I was lying down too much. I woke up in more pain and had to go for a walk (after taking my noon medication) for it to try to subside.

What are the treatments for migraines?

No matter which route you take, you will always have to do your lifestyle changes. This means making sure you have plenty of water, don’t skip meals, manage stress, etc.

You can take medication. I have medication I take a few times a day, and another one I take for when I feel a migraine breaking through. If that also fails, I take an injection at home.

You can take supplements. There are things like butterbur, magnesium, catnip, ginger, and other things. Look online and include the words “migraine study” with the supplement name. This way you can see how effective it was, and the dosage. Check the company as well to see if they’re reputable. In places like the USA, supplements are not regulated so companies may put other ingredients instead. You can also make extracts or teas with things like catnip and ginger. Send a PM if you want to know how to do that. It’s easy.

You can get Botox. I haven’t tried this but some people swear by it. The price was out of my range and I was told that it would impede my range of motion; since I lift weights, I didn’t want to deal with that. My regular doctor told me that my migraines are managed “well enough” with medication and I can’t expect any better with Botox; in other words, it’d be a waste of my money. But if you are having problems managing yours with medication, then see if Botox works for you.

Other treatments for migraines include:

resting in a dark room

sunglasses or yellow-lens glasses

ice pack on the pain area (or a cold pillow)

stretching (but this can increase pain in some cases)

going to sleep

drinking water

drinking caffeine (coffee, energy drink, green tea, any source is fine)

eating a small meal if you haven’t eaten yet; preferably something with sugar, like fruit or fruit juice

binaural beats (this is my sound-video of choice, but be careful because there’s a loud “BING” type of sound at the beginning)

no screen time

removing strong smells (such as cleaning the cat’s litter box if it has feces or urine)

not eating anything with a strong flavor, and avoid spicy food

don’t wear a bra

don’t wear anything tight/snug around your waist or upper body, to include: tight waistbands, pantyhose, snug belts, corsets. If you need a belt, wear it looser than normal

If I’m at work and having a vomiting + head pain type of migraine, I will make myself a mix of electrolyte drink (like Powerade) + an energy drink and sip it. This helps get some caffeine and helps wake me up a bit, plus it helps re-hydrate me.

Not a treatment, but apparently if you get migraines as a child or teen, finishing puberty can somehow result in your migraines stopping, so that’s cool, but it doesn’t always happen because migraines are apparently a gift from some kind of trickster deity.

Are migraines dangerous?

Chronic migraines can unfortunately increase your risk of stroke in your forties.

Chronic vomiting, if you get this as a common symptom, can have a negative impact on your teeth and muscles...including your heart. If you get chronic vomiting, ask your doctor about any supplements (like potassium or magnesium) that they can prescribe to help mitigate the muscle issues. Wash your mouth out with water after vomiting (this is what my dentist recommended...I asked about baking soda, but they said to just do water. Do not brush your teeth because it can do more damage, but if the post-vomit taste in your mouth is going to trigger more vomiting, gargle with mouthwash or drink some juice).

I don’t get migraines but know someone who does. How can I help?

You are a beautiful person for wanting to help. How you help depends on where you are...you can’t lie down and take a nap when you’re at the grocery store, for example. Ask the person what they need, and remind them that it’s okay to sit down or stay home. We’ll often feel guilty about having to cancel plans, so let them know it’s okay.

If it’s around a meal time, bring them something kind of bland that they can pick at. This can include hard boiled eggs (peeled and cut into quarters or halves), sliced bananas, peeled/shelled nuts, rice balls, cooked potato pieces (chips, crisps, french fries, roasted potato cubes), small pieces of cooked chicken breast, bread that has been cut into cubes, cubed or sliced apple or pear.

Be prepared to make an ice pack, which needs to be wrapped in a small towel. Some people have never used an ice pack before and you cannot put it on your skin directly. It needs to be wrapped in a small towel or shirt. If you don’t have an ice pack, frozen vegetables/fruit in an unopened package works. If not, put ice cubes into a zipper baggie and then wrap that in a cloth. If you have a loved one who gets migraines and visits often, buy a small ice pack to keep at your home. This is a pouch with a gel in it, and it is quite inexpensive. You can find them at pharmacies or large stores with a pharmacy section.

In closing, migraines suck and I’m sorry if you get them. Please have some memes I made.

I thought I had more but I guess not or I forgot where I put them. Feel free to share or ask questions.

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wastelandcth · 4 years

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spooky baskets - cth

anon requested: u can use this for a blurb if you want but I was just:( thinking of dovey and cal packing care packages to all their friends in quarantine and since they live together and take care of each other all the time it's kinda pointless to make ones for each other but each of them does that without the other knowing:( and they're like ~surprised but not really since they're soulmates so they could have seen it coming~ but the things inside??? so precious omg:(

summary: spending halloween season in quarantine means that Dovey has to resort to other fun ideas, like spooky baskets.

author’s notes: thank you to the anon who requested this! i know quarantine has been a hard time for everyone (trust me, i know) but i hope this blurb brings a little joy to these uncertain times.

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As the weather switched from the hot summer heatwaves into the cooler nights where Dovey was finally able to sit outside in the backyard wearing a sweater without wanting to melt, she knew that eventually, the seasonal sadness that crept its way into Calum's soul would come. She knew it would mean that as the sun set earlier and came out later in the day, Calum's mood would change and the already quiet personality he had would be heightened. So she'd come up with a plan to get him out and be productive while still being safe and socially distant from the crowds of people that seemed to think the pandemic was over.

"Hey Dove, do you think we could pop over to the store tomorrow? I was thinking we could make care packages for everyone, it's been almost two months since we last saw anyone in person and I think it'd be a nice surprise for them." she had offered while they both ate dinner, a rerun of a show playing softly out from the television. "I was thinking we could make them spooky baskets!"

"Spooky baskets?" Calum asked softly and chuckled, raising an eyebrow at his wife as he looked up from his bowl of roasted veggie pasta. "What are spooky baskets?"

"Oh you know, they're like care packages but they're themed to Halloween! It'll be nice for everyone to have a little Halloween basket. We could get them some candy, pumpkin spice stuff, oh! Fuzzy socks and maybe even like wine." she nodded excitedly and chuckled.

And that's exactly what Dovey and Calum found themselves doing the very next day. Dovey had woken Calum up with some banana protein pancakes he'd been meaning to try for the past couple of weeks and a cup of coffee. She'd been excited to go out ever since Calum had agreed that care packages for their friends would be a nice way to celebrate Halloween in the current state the world was in. So with both of them wearing a mask and Dovey's bag stocked with a bottle of hand sanitizer and wipes, they made their way into Target to browse for anything they could use for their spooky baskets.

It wasn't long before their cart was filled with candy, gummies, multiple bottles of wine, and anything that Calum and Dovey deemed appropriate for a spooky basket. Dovey had even managed to sneak in a couple of items for Calum, who she was sure hadn't noticed as he'd been too busy looking for things the band would like. Calum however, had been too busy looking for things that Dovey would appreciate, having snuck an extra orange pumpkin bucket that he knew she would never notice since she wasn't the best at simple math. By the time they had reached the self-checkout and had managed to hide each other's presents from one another, they were in the car sanitizing their hands and driving back home.

"I think Ashton would prefer to have the socks and Michael would enjoy the hand lotion," Calum said as they sorted through bags of Halloween themed self-care. "Maybe we could give Luke the set of nail polish? I know he's been itching to get his nails done but doesn't want to risk it by going out to a salon."

It went on like that for a while, Dovey showing Calum a pair of socks or a shirt or any of the other things they'd bought for their friends and then they'd both discuss who they thought it would be best for. Soon enough, they had a line of spooky baskets on their dining table and all they had to do was finish writing on their Halloween themed cards which Dovey had specifically picked out for every single one of the baskets.

"Do you mind finishing up the cards? You have a way with words, I would just say something weird and you're poetic. I'm going to take a shower and then we can watch a movie?" Dovey asked as she handed Calum the stack of envelopes and cards, walking down the hallway to their bedroom where she had hidden the bag filled with everything she'd gotten Calum for his basket before he had time to even notice.

Calum sighed in relief as he saw Dovey walk away into their bedroom, waiting a few moments before he made his way over to his office where he'd hidden his bag of treats for Dovey under the desk. He worked silently, arranging everything he'd snuck into their shopping cart while Dovey had been distracted looking at homeware and Halloween mugs, and when he was finally done, he set the basket back under his desk before making his way back over to the dining table to finish up writing the cards for their friends.

The next day, the morning sky was grey and the cold air had made its way in through the bedroom window that Dovey had insisted stay open throughout the night. Calum wished he could've stayed in bed all day, knowing that there was nothing he and Dovey could do either. Tour had been rescheduled and all their trips and vacations had been put on hold, with no guarantee of when he could fly back home to see his parents or even fly to London to see his sister. He'd rather stay in bed and sleep the day away, knowing there was nothing else to do but stay home and stay safe. Dovey, however, had different plans and when he heard music playing from somewhere in the house, Calum knew she'd come in with plans to take on the day. It wasn't too long after Calum had woken up that Dovey walked into their bedroom, holding two mugs with coffee and the smile that Calum knew he could count on seeing every day.

"Ready to deliver spooky baskets?" she asked as she sat down next to him in bed and handed a skeleton mug over to him.

A few hours later, after many sneaky deliveries of spooky baskets, Calum found himself in Dovey's arms while they laid on the couch. He'd been taking a nap, the cold air from outside had seeped into his bones and he'd been in Dovey's arms covered by a blanket to chase off the cold. She'd been watching television while he slept, her fingers raking through the curls which had grown out ever since the start of a lockdown. His short hair transitioning from a pink that Dovey had been obsessed with to a blonde quiff that made him look golden, and now into a mess of brown curls that she couldn't help but run her fingers through whenever she got the chance to. It wasn't until she felt Calum's lips on her shoulder that she realized he was waking up from the nap he'd accidentally fallen into.

"I have a surprise for you," Dovey whispered into Calum's hair, a soft kiss pressing onto his forehead which brought Calum back down to Earth and into his lover’s arms. "Need to get it from our room though, I'll be right back."

Calum was still half asleep as he sat up and watched Dovey wander off to their bedroom. He let out a yawn and let himself stretch out onto the couch, his eyes closing again as his mind tried recalling whatever dream he'd been having a few minutes ago. It had made him warm, flashes of Dovey's smile and her laughter mixed in with little ones chasing after Duke. He knew if he kept his eyes closed for a while longer he'd slip back into the dream and stay a little while longer.

"Dove?" At first, it seemed like Calum had slipped into his dreamworld and the love of his life was roaming the halls of a house filled with love and kid's toys, but as he felt a hand on his cheek, his eyes opened again and he was met with Dovey's eyes, who seemed to hide the excitement. "I have something for you."

Calum's eyes wandered down to Dovey's lap, which was currently holding an orange basket that was filled with flowers, candy, and gift-wrapped boxes. Calum's yawn was met by a laugh from Dovey who placed the basket in his lap, her body practically bouncing in place as she waited for him to open everything. Inside the basket, Calum unpacked a new coffee mug with a painted dog wearing a sheet over it making it look like a ghost, a blanket which was so soft Calum was surprised that Dovey hadn't kept it herself, and along with some more candy and snacks that Calum loves, he found a new journal with a polaroid picture of Dovey and Calum inside of the cover.

"Sweet girl, this is amazing. I, I can't thank you enough for this." Calum nodded and pulled her into his arms, "I have a surprise for you too, you know? Guess great minds think alike." he chuckled and set the basket down to go grab Dovey's own spooky basket from his office.

Dovey couldn't hold back the laughter in as she saw Calum walking into the living room holding a basket that resembled the one she had made for him, filled with goodies and self-care needs she loved. When Calum handed her the basket, she looked through it, her own heart swelling as she unpacked candles, lotions, and all the sour gummy worms she could dream of. It was everything a spooky basket should've been and all she could do was pull Calum into a kiss.

It wasn't until a while later when candles had been lit on the coffee table and the Doves were laying in each other’s arms under the world's softest blanket that the group chat all of the guys and their partners were in started to go off, with pictures of the baskets Calum and Dovey had worked hard on. Calum couldn't help but chuckled as he read through the messages his friends had sent to them, answering their praises with memes he had saved from conversations with Dovey. It wasn't until he heard a sleepy whine coming from Dovey that he realized she was asleep and the constant buzzing from her phone was probably going to wake her up soon. With a goodnight to the group chat and with fall candles being blown out and covered, Calum carried Dovey over into their bedroom and laid her down in be, making sure that the window was open before he laid down and closed his eyes, yearning for dreams of Dovey and the big house filled with laughter, love, and spooky baskets.

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