#drawing and creating is what helps me wake up in the morning

[dreambones]

I woke up motivated and hyped and now I am depressed, either I got a very long bad luck streak or there's something wrong with my work, it can't be statistically possible for me to fail time after time after time.

I was trying to find some trending audio on Instagram to test if that helps and I'm finding kids half my age who draw literal stick figures but have 8k followers.

I should work but I just want to lay down, something has to work at some point but it really doesn't.

There's no way the algorithm hates me this much in every single website I've tried and have constantly uploaded content for the past 16 years. Starting to believe I'm just that bad and my work is simply unappealing and that just keeps growing.

[somejazzinthemorning]

snapshot.

Carlos Sainz x Reader [Warnings: overuse of pet names because i'm a romantic, masturbation, mentions of sex. not beta-d so sorry for typos or mistakes ] - Word Count: 1K

you capture a candid photo of your boyfriend sleeping. little do you know, this innocent act sparks some ideas in his mind.

(i needed to do something after i saw him in boyfriend mode taking photos of his girl. hope this is a good way to make my comeback. soon i'll post about the little break I took. love you all. hope you enjoy) 🫶🏼

The morning sun pours its golden rays through the curtains. You wake up with its gentle kiss. The warm glow envelops you, seeming to prickling your naked skin. You find yourself nestled in its embrace, entangled in a sleepy haze, locked in the limbo between dreams and wakefulness.

You sigh as you open your eyes.

The gentle glow of the light dances around you, creating a peaceful ambiance that centers on the man lying next to you. Carlos. His head rests on the pillow; hair falling in disarray over his forehead.

Owning the image before you, your eyes don’t shy away from taking in the whole scene—the slightly parted lips, the shadow of his long eyebrows, the naked chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his slow breaths. There’s a serene vulnerability about him in that morning light, a beauty that begs to be immortalized.

And you know you can’t trust your mind for that. You can’t afford to have time tarnish it.

So you shift in bed and reach for the nightstand where your phone rests, and you aim the camera at Carlos. For a second, it seems a crime to so casually steal that image of beauty and serenity with something as mundane as a touch on a screen. Beauty like that deserves more effort.

Carlos stirs slightly, a fragment of a smile playing on his lips as he mumbles, with his eyes still closed,

“What are you doing?” There’s drowsiness in his voice, laced with a hint of amusement.

“Nothing,” you whisper softly. “You just looked so pretty.”

He smirks and runs his hands over his face. “I should feel violated,” he teases, extending his hands towards you, “My turn, now.”

Handing him the phone, you watch him. His gaze shifts to you with a different glint. You’re sitting on your knees in bed, the sheets around your legs, and nothing but your hair covering your chest. Reclining in bed, he points the camera at you. Instinctively, you cover your chest with your hands, the modesty you still hold translated into something similar to a pose.

Carlos lets out a soft groan. “No, no,” he protests, “you can’t hide those from me.”

“You want a photo of my boobs?”

“Sí, to have it as a keepsake in my wallet.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes and giggle at the sight of him. The sleepy eyes. The messy hair. The ridiculously overly feminine case on your iPhone that looks absurdly small in his big hairy hands. And all of this bathed in the soft glow of morning light and the memories of last night when you loved each other to sleep... God, you feel so lucky to have found this man.

Tilting your head to the photo, a faint smile grazes your lips as your gaze lingers on him, disregarding the phone pointing at you.

“The hair,” he directs.

This time, without even noticing, you were already obeying. You sweep your hair back, leaving the strands to cascade down your back. The soft sound of the clicks locks this moment into eternity. Looking down, you see the streaks of light cutting through your chest, drawing parallel lines over your naked bosom. You pass your fingers over it. Click. You take a deep breath and look in the direction of the light. Click. Your arms stretch over your head, in a casual stretch like you've done any morning, without a camera aiming at you. Click.

When you look back at your boyfriend, he’s smirking.

A mischievous twinkle awakens in his eyes. He’s enjoying this. Probably way more than you.

You let your fingers rest over your lips. Click. And then they hover over your jawline and your neck, which is still sore and probably painted with small hickeys. Click. Patiently, they glide over the curves of your chest with a fatherly touch, a tease enough to make your skin erupt into goosebumps. Before you dare to touch yourself, you look up.

“Do you like this?” His voice cuts the silence. And God, it’s so much deeper than before. “Tell me, love. Do you like having me here… watching you?” You nod. “Go ahead then. Play with them.”

You obey his command, gently pressing your fingertips against the buds on your chest and grazing over your nipples. Without realizing it, you squeeze your legs together. Carlos probably notices it because he moves in his place. When you look up, his hand is cradling his cock over the blanket. The power of his words and the sight of his hand on his cock are enough to make your breath hitch. You intensify your touch, tracing circles around your nipples, feeling them harden under your touch. Click. Your eyes never leave him as you continue to play with yourself, knowing you're putting on a show for him. The thought sends shivers down your spine and makes you wetter than before.

His hand doesn’t move too much, almost like he’s saving himself for you. You can see the tension building in him, the way his muscles are tense and his jaw clenched. It's a game of self-control, and you both know it.

"Spread your legs," he commands in a low voice. You obey without hesitation, spreading your legs wider and giving him a full view of your body. Click. "Fuck," he mutters through gritted teeth. "I want to be inside you."

The mattress shifts, and as you look in his direction, you can see him crawl towards you. His eyes are dark with desire, and there’s a hunger in his gaze that makes your heart race. Reaching for your chest, he kisses the spot your fingers are still pinching. He circles his tongue around your hard nipple, making you shiver, as if an electric current is flowing between the both of you. You arch into his touch, wanting more.

And then his teeth graze over your chest, ever so slightly, before he bites into it, making you gasp and whimper. The combination of pleasure and pain has you gripping the sheets tightly as he continues to tease and torment your sensitive nipples.

His hot breath is fanning over your face as he looks down at you, panting and begging for more. A smirk plays on his lips, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Such a good girl,” he praises, before leaning in to kiss you again. This time, his tongue is demanding and forceful, exploring every inch of your mouth. You moan into the kiss, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as you desperately try to deepen the connection.

His fingers trail down from your chest to your stomach and then lower, slipping between your legs. The other hand keeps holding the phone, registering it. You take a couple of seconds to notice it, but you’re shaking. Burning.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he growls, before abruptly pulling away from you and returning to his seat. Arousal is dripping down your thighs as you watch him recline against the headboard. “Go ahead. Touch yourself.”

The memory of his lips and teeth seem to feed your body and arousal. You’re burning. The feeling of the sun on your skin only feeds that feeling. A warm tingling spreads through your chest and down to your core. You slide your fingers down. And God, you’re truly wet. You didn’t realize how hot this little game had turned you. You push your knees further apart, which earns a satisfied groan from your boyfriend.

"Do you want a photo of that too?" he asks.

You nod eagerly, feeling the heat radiating off your body. Without losing eye contact with him, you slide your fingers down to your throbbing center, spreading your folds and teasing yourself with light touches. His eyes are dark and intense as he watches you pleasure yourself under his gaze.

"Fuck," he groans, snapping another photo of your hand between your legs. You moan at the sound of his voice. "I love watching you, baby. You look so pretty."

Carlos repositions the phone to make you be right at the center. It’s a masterpiece. Your body fits perfectly within the frame of the phone. Your skin taken by the streaks of light, golden sunshine gilding your naked body almost like blessing the pleasure you're implying on yourself. You’d later learn that you looked unreal in those photos—something pulled out of a painting, shadows and light in perfect harmony. But in that moment, you just felt needy and desperate.

"Can I move?" You ask, your voice shaking with need.

"You can do what the fuck you want, baby," Carlos replies, his eyes never leaving you as he slides out of bed. You feel a surge of confidence and power as you take his spot, spreading your legs wide.

Your fingers slide over your wet lips, teasing yourself with light touches. Carlos sits at the end of the bed, watching intently. The sunlight streaming through the window catches on your juices and they sparkle in the light.

Your eyes meet his, and he nods encouragingly. You let out a breathy moan as you start to move your fingers in circles over your clit. The pleasure builds quickly within you, and you hear Carlos let out a low growl.

You slide two fingers inside of yourself, the wetness making it easy for them to slip in. You let out a loud moan around your fingers, imagining they're Carlos' instead. The thought of him filling you up makes your walls clench around your fingers.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but you want Carlos with you. "Carlos," you cry out his name, hoping he'll join in and take over where your fingers are currently working.

But he doesn't move from his spot at the end of the bed. He continues to watch you with dark eyes, his hand still hovering over his erection but not touching it.

You can see the longing in his gaze and it only fuels your desire further. You want him desperately, to be taken by him until all sense is lost.

You call out to him again, pleading for his presence and touch. You long for him. His hand tightens around his erection as he struggles to hold onto control. Your eyes lock with his, and he lets out a small laugh of helplessness.

"Use your words, baby," he grunts. "Tell me what you want."

"Please, come here."

"Not yet."

"Can I?... Please? Can I cum?"

"Yes. Go ahead. Give in for me."

You comply, arching your back and pushing your hips forward. Your fingers glide in and out of your body at a rapid pace, your breaths becoming shallow and erratic. Carlos' gaze never wavers from you, and the sound of his gentle moans fills the room.

Climax is imminent.

You can feel it building, a searing warmth spreading through your veins, threatening to consume you completely. You know you're on the edge, but you want to prolong this moment, revel in the pleasure of it all.

When you open your eyes, he's standing by your side. The camera is focused on your face, but his eyes? His eyes are fixed on yours. All his attention is on you.

"I'm—," you gasp, meeting his gaze, your voice barely audible. “I'm so close.”

“I know, my love,” he whispers. Click. “Let yourself go for me.”

As the words leave his lips, you feel yourself start to unravel. Your body trembles with ecstasy as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. You let out a guttural moan, your fingers still working their magic on your slick folds. It hits you like a wave, stealing your breath and lifting you higher, as you cry out his name and arch your back, almost like being pulled towards him by an invisible force. The camera continues to click as your body convulses, capturing every bit of your ecstasy, your face twisting into a mix of pain and pleasure.

As you come down from your high, you're aware of Carlos moving around the room. The bed dips slightly, and then he's beside you, his hand reaching out to touch your sweat-damp skin.

“Can you take me now?,” your voice low. “Please?”

Had this one in my mind all day so I just needed to sit down and write it down before it would vanish. I know I've been MIA, but I see all the support you keep giving me. You're all incredible. Hope you enjoyed this one silly thing. As always, all feedback is appreciated. 🫶

[charmedreincarnation]

Dream life before the EOTS challenge

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Hello beautiful people! I totally get it- as the end of the school year approaches, I understand there's this huge push to finally tap into our dream lives before the beginning of the next school year. But here’s the thing, I don’t want you all to get too caught up in the timing. Instead, I’m excited to share with you a mix of my favorite techniques that can truly help you tap into your dream life, as we should!

Consistency is going to be your best friend here, and naturally, feel free to adjust these to better suit your presences. I’ve got this strong feeling that this challenge is going to be particularly impactful for those who thrive on methodical approaches and have been searching for their calling for some time now. the journey to your dream life isn’t about rushing or meeting arbitrary deadlines. It’s about finding what resonates with you, applying it with dedication, and allowing your things to unfold in its own way. Use this for anything… your dream life, shifting, the void state, it does not matter ! Just Remember, the journey to your dream life isn’t about rushing or meeting arbitrary deadlines, please be kind and patient with yourself !

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What we will be using this challenge

1.I am 100% sure technique

2.living in the end

3.reverse psychology techniques

4.Questions technique x SATs

5.optional* lucid dreaming

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1.This is inspired by @gorgeouslypink ‘s challenge but…

Every morning, as soon as you wake up, either say or write or think "I am sure that I will [insert desire]. Anytime you think of your desire, think or repeat that affirmation to yourself as a reminder. You don’t have to do it a billion times. Once is enough and move on with your life. Another tip is, one of my first shifts was by using the 5 sense method while listening to music. Affirming while listening to your favorite song or sound is basically a hack to get you into your desired state.The key is to do it while listening to a song that makes you feel euphoric and in the morning to revise your mind while it’s in theta state ! Just during those times !!! don’t parrot affirmations if it stresses you out

2. You should be "living in the end" in whatever way inspires you. I encourage you all to create your vision boards on Pinterest if you're a visual person, and really immerse yourself in the joy of knowing this is your life. Those are your pictures.

If you're more of a writer, script your success story that you'll send to me, or write a thank you note to your favorite blogger. In the draft, mention how you used this technique along with whatever else you're doing. Write with the conviction that it's real.

For those aspiring to be YouTubers, film a mock video. If you envision yourself becoming a TikToker, start drafting video ideas. And if your dream is to be an actor, do practice runs of your favorite script, if you’re going to be an entrepreneur, draft your business ideas and proposals and draw inspo from your favorite successful entrepreneurs!

Guys, fulfilling yourself and living in the end should be fun! Embrace your inner child, remember how easy it was to believe in Santa Claus even when you were with your mom buying gifts. To become famous like the kids on Disney, all you had to do was desire it and practice making the Disney sign with a wand. Let's bring that love back to manifesting.

3.If you're someone who likes vaunting or affirmations, instead of just parroting affirmations, use the reverse psychology method! Talk about how tired you are of succeeding, how you want to wake up in your CR not your DR, how you're tired of waking up in the void, how lucid dreaming every night by accident ruins your sleep schedule, etc. Do some of the vaunting in front of a mirror, I don’t know theosucholgy about it but vaunting with convections in front of mirror looking straight into my own eyes always brought me results in days.

4. Before bed, think about what you want, imagine being there, and start asking yourself creative questions. Really picture yourself in that situation and take part in it as you answer. One at a time, slowly, we'll get into each question by thinking up answers and feeling like we're really there.

The whole point is to immerse ourselves in the reality of this state as we paint the portrait. Ask yourself whatever questions, then imagine that scene. It doesn’t matter if you do 40 or just 1. Ask yourself what it’s like to enter the void state every night and have a scene of you living your dream life doing whatever you want. Ask yourself what it’s like to be a girl who shifts reality while people fight over resources in the 3D, and imagine yourself in your WR (Waiting ROOM) or DR (Desired Reality) living your dream life. Ask yourself what it’s like being someone who is wealthy in the top 0.001% and imagine a scene of buying expensive things, checking your bank account, and making lunch with finer ingredients. Again, it should be fun; it doesn’t matter how specific or vague the questions are, how long or short the scene is, whether it’s one scene or 100 scenes. Fulfill yourself in SATS (State Akin to Sleep). Whether we do this before a nap, after you wake up, or before you go to bed, it does not matter. Pair this with a nice Subliminal with good music if you desire

5.Combine this with anything from my lucid dreaming guide that resonates with you, or just assume you’ll have a lucid dream and read all the ways you can shift/manifest/or enter the void through in my LD guide!

I know how busy everyone is; this shouldn't take a lot of time, nor should it feel pressuring or like a task. We all deserve our dream life and, most importantly, we all deserve to feel fulfilled as we embody the people we truly are. During this challenge, be kind to yourself, remember why you’re doing this and who it’s for—it's for you. Be persistent and have patience, not just to be a good follower of the law but to be good to yourself! We all can do it; I know it.

[ssahotchnerr]

Can I request a fic based on these thought ❤️Aaron would 100% be the kind of dad that would spend all night building a barbie house or dolls house and would also very willingly sit and play barbie’s with his daughters.

well worth it

YOU'RE SO RIGHT THAT'S TOO CUTE cw; girl dad!aaron, bau!fem!reader, fluff <3

growing impatient and nearly beginning to doze off without him, you exited your bedroom in search of aaron. you've waited all day to be cozied up with him, and you simply couldn't wait any longer.

you've been comfortably waiting for over an hour; having gone through your full night routine, getting into bed, reading a few chapters of your current read. aaron even came in to change into his pajamas at one point, but trailed out again.

"hey you," you peeked your head into the living room, finding aaron laying stomach-down on the plush carpet. "you coming to bed? it's getting late."

"in a minute." aaron mumbled gently in response, his voice vaguely muffled into whatever it was he had in front of him. "as soon as i finish up here."

you ventured further into the room in curiosity, the closer proximity allowing you to see your daughter's new dollhouse set before him.

your nose crinkled lightly in amusement, a small smile forming on your face. and as if aaron could sense it - he peered up at you, a matching smile on his own lips as he saw your tickled expression, his brown eyes aglow.

"i promised i would have it ready in the morning." aaron admitted with a soft chuckle as he sat up, you scrambling down on the carpet to join him. "it's done, there's just so many damn stickers that have to be in certain spots." he grabbed the instruction pamphlet, studying it for a moment. "wallpaper for every room, that was a pain. things like a bath rug for the bathroom. even some go on the furniture - they're tiny, tiny stickers..."

as he trailed on and on, listing all the details, you fell quiet the more you followed along to his words, your eyes analyzing his face in slight astonishment.

"what?" aaron laughed breathlessly again, his eyebrows furrowing quizzically as he tossed the pamphlet aside, the paper creating a fluttering sound as it fell. he grasped onto the sticker sheet once more, his lips drawing into a frustrated line as he struggled to peel one off - his large hands all to blame.

"it still surprises me out of nowhere sometimes, despite how much time has passed." you shook your head slightly in content, swiping the sheet from his hands. you easily removed the sticker, handing it to him. "you're listing off the necessities for a dollhouse. for our daughter. there was a time where the most i heard you talk was while giving a profile, and just, here we are now. i dunno, does that make sense?"

"completely." aaron agreed as his smile retook form on his face, placing the sticker where it belonged. "happens to me every day. how lucky i am to have you. never thought i'd be dad to another, yet alone a girl dad at that."

"it suits you." you grinned, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "want some help? anything to get you to bed sooner."

aaron looked at the instructions again, a soft hum leaving his mouth as he thought. "again, it's pretty much finished foundation wise. but if you wanna start setting the furniture inside, be my guest darling."

side by side, the two of you worked together, rather giddily at that. quiet quips, playful comments how your own home could use these and whatnot (aaron groaned at your suggestion of wallpaper). warm but soft laughter, to prevent waking up jack and your little girl. you continued to help aaron peel the stickers as needed, and he, the notorious stickler, double checked you were putting items in the correct places 'according to the instructions'. you both knew once your daughter had her hands on her dollhouse, would nothing remain where it belonged, but that didn't stop him from teasing you; "did you put it in the-" "aaron, yes!"

finally, once in bed with aaron at your backside this time, one of his arms draped securely around your waist, you fell asleep with the heartwarming thought that your daughter's very first request in the morning - after her initial excitement - would be for aaron to play dolls with her. and of course, would he comply (just for a bit, and as long as she finished breakfast first). five minutes would surely turn into ten, fifteen, twenty depending on how early she awoke.

such brought up the potential risk of aaron being late to work, but if it allowed just a few more smiles to come from baby girl, it was well worth it.

[ro-is-struggling]

Let Me Help || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You, Steve and Bucky have been friends since childhood, always there for each other in the important parts of each other's lives. However, it was undeniable that what you three shared was more than a friendship, even if you refused to admit it. That was until one night you gave in to your desires and started a secret friends with benefits relationship with Bucky. The problem was that you also liked Steve. So when you woke up next to him one morning, feeling his hard on pressed against your ass you couldn't resist your urges to help him. 

Warnings: Set in the 40s (just cause I imagined this with pre-serum steve), SMUT MINORS DNI, inexperienced!steve x softdom!reader, somnophilia kinda so dubcon maybe? (Steve is asleep and the reader rubs against him), handjob, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good boy), there's literally no plot just smut ;)

English is not my first language

Word count: 2900

READ PART 2 HERE

You awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting in through the crack in the door, announcing that a new day had begun. You stretched out in bed, slowly waking up your muscles as you gathered the strength to get out of bed. You were comfortable and warm which made the task of opening your eyes that much more difficult. However, when you heard a grunt behind you your eyes opened immediately. It took you a few seconds to adjust your gaze to the morning light as rays of sunlight slipped through the slits in the blinds, but eventually you realized that you were not in your room and this was not your bed. 

You remembered then that Bucky, Steve and you had stayed up late talking and you realized that at some point you had fallen asleep in Steve's bed. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened. You three were close friends and you tended to sneak into your friends' beds in the middle of the night more often than you'd like to admit. 

What was new, however, was the firm bulge you felt pressing against your butt.

At first you weren't sure what you were feeling —maybe there was something in the bed or maybe it was just Steve's bony leg that was making you confused—, so you subtly pushed your ass back to try to figure out what was going on. Then Steve's arm pressed against your waist, drawing you closer to him as he let out a breathy gasp. That told you two things. First, Steve was definitely pressing his hard cock against your ass. And second, he was fast asleep. You knew that if he were awake he wouldn't be pressing himself on you like that, he was too shy for that. He'd probably be apologizing, stumbling over his words as his cheeks reddened.

You couldn't deny the tingling you felt in your stomach, blood traveling to your little bundle of nerves as you felt Steve pressed against your back. You couldn't help but feel a little bad for him, you knew how much he needed some relief even though he denied it. He didn't have much luck with women —which is something you'd never understand, he was a wonderful man—, and he was too proud to admit that his hand wasn't satisfying him as it should. The walls of the small apartment you shared were thin and you could hear his moans of frustration as he tried to relieve himself. You knew he craved the warm touch of a woman and you wanted to give it to him —God knew how much you wanted it—, but you knew he wouldn't let you, too concerned about ruining your friendship over something as dumb as his sexual frustration.

But now that he was asleep he had no way to object and you couldn't help but press yourself against him once more, feeling his cock twitch through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. His grip on your waist tightened and you had to bite your tongue to keep from letting out a moan as Steve grinded his hips against you, awakening a fire inside you that would be hard to extinguish. 

You tried to be careful with your movements, creating enough friction to slowly bring him closer to the edge, but not enough to wake him up. You wanted to know how far you could push him before he woke up, wondering if you could make him cum in his pants while he slept. The very thought of that made you feel powerful, as if you were Aphrodite herself and he a mere mortal surrendered at your feet. Suddenly you were determined to give him the relief he so desperately needed. 

However, before you could accomplish your task, a loud noise coming from the kitchen echoed throughout the apartment. You stopped your movements, your body stiffening as you strained your ears for any sign that Steve was still asleep. You prayed to god that he was, even though you knew it was highly unlikely. 

"Good morning to you too, Buck." He muttered under his breath, annoyed at his friend for waking him up. You stood still for a few seconds, waiting for him to pull away from you immediately, embarrassed by the situation you were in. You were ready to pretend that nothing had happened, however, when he didn't move you couldn't help but giggle. It was as if his mind, still clouded by sleep, was unable to register the tent in his pants.

"Good morning, Stevie." You greeted him in an amused tone. "I'm glad to know that you're happy to wake up next to me." You teased him. He frowned in confusion, but then you wiggled your hips and he understood with horror what you were referring to.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, darling, shit, I didn't mean to-" Steve panicked, pulling away from you as far as he could without falling off the bed. You interrupted his nervous rambling with a laugh, finally turning to look at him. He was as red as you imagined, looking at you with wide eyes full of embarrassment.

"It's okay, Steve. I don't mind." You tried to calm him down, letting one of your hands rest on his shoulder, stroking its way down to his chest. "It's a completely normal reaction of your body, I'm not mad."

"I know, but still, it must be really uncomfortable for you. I- I'm sorry, let me go to the bathroom to... I- just wait."  Steve tried to excuse himself to get out of there, but before he could get up you put pressure on his chest with your hand, using your free one to support your head as you looked down at him.

"I can help you with it, if you want." Your voice was low and seductive, barely a whisper that had Steve wondering if he had heard you correctly. It couldn't be, it had to be some kind of hallucination or part of a very realistic lucid dream. "You need some relief, baby, I know... I've heard you late at night, whimpering in frustration cause you can't get there. Your hands are not enough anymore, aren't they? You need more and I can give it to you."

"B-but what, umm, what about our, umm, our friendship?" Steve struggled to form a coherent sentence, overwhelmed by your words and the effect they were having on his body. His cock throbbed in his pants at the very thought of feeling your hands on his body, god knew he had fantasized about it many times in the past, but he couldn't let his arousal ruin your friendship. He loved you too much and he couldn't lose you. "W-wouldn't it be weird for us to... do... it?" he added, trying not to lose himself in the tingling that the gentle caresses your fingers provided on his chest awakened.

"It doesn't have to be weird. Think about it as me doing you a favor, as friends, just like that kiss, remember?" Of course he remembered! It had been his first kiss. He was tired of waiting for the right girl to find out what it felt like to be kissed, and after discovering that you had asked Bucky to be your first kiss as a favor between friends, he had done the same with you. You had been able to continue being friends after that, although he had to admit that a kiss was a lot more innocent than what you were proposing to him now.

"I just wanna help you, Stevie." You whispered in his ear, giving him goosebumps. He felt like he was living one of his dirtiest dreams, and it was getting harder and harder for him to resist your charms. "You don't even have to get naked in front of me. I can just... slide my hand down... and help you out." You dragged out the words as you spoke, timing your sentence with the movement of your hand. Your fingers slowly slid down his chest, past his abdomen to the bulge in his crotch. You applied the slightest amount of pressure on his member, but even that was enough to make him gasp. "You need this, Steve. Let me help you."

Your hand remained still on his erection as you waited for his consent, your eyes never leaving his. You could see reflected in them the internal debate in his mind, doubt and embarrassment slowly being consumed by desire. When he gave you a slight nod, you got to work. You didn't waste a second, pushing your hand inside his pants to make direct contact with his cock already wet with precum. 

Steve let out a high moan of pleasure as he felt your gentle fingers closing around his aching hard cock, throwing his head back on the pillow as he let himself get carried away into pleasure. You were right, it was so much more than his hands. It felt a thousand times better, even though there wasn't much difference between your hand and his.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Your seductive voice broke through the mess of thoughts and feelings that was his mind, bringing him a little closer to the edge. He wasn't going to last long, of that he was sure.

"Mhm," Steve nodded weakly, opening his eyes to look at you. "So good, f-fuck, please don't stop."

"I won't, baby, I promise. But you have to keep quiet. Bucky is right outside that door and you wouldn't want him to interrupt us, right?" You increased the pace of your hand as you spoke, almost as if you were daring him to keep quiet while you imposed a punishing rhythm on his cock. 

The very thought of being interrupted before reaching the relief he so desperately craved brought tears to his eyes. He needed to cum so badly and he needed you there with him to help him. If you were interrupted and forced to separate, and his mind had time to cool down, he wasn't sure if he would dare give in to his desires like that again. Steve needed to have you right then and there, otherwise he didn't know if he would ever get the chance again.

“N-no, I don’t want that, s-shit. I-I’ll be quiet, I promise.” He managed to say between ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. You found the desperation in his voice arousing, every sound that escaped his lips went straight to your core, which throbbed with need. You could feel your wetness beginning to drip down your thighs as you squeezed your legs together, seeking a bit of friction to ease the ache.

"Good boy," you praised him and felt his cock throb against your hand, letting you know how much Steve liked that nickname. 

A smile tugged at your lips, enjoying how powerful it felt to hear the soft moans of pleasure escaping your friend's mouth as you circled your palm over the sensitive skin on the tip of his cock. Being with him was very different from being with Bucky. Steve's shy and submissive personality allowed you to explore your dominant side, and you had to admit that you loved the way it made you feel. At that moment you knew there was no one more important to him than you. You had the power to give him immense amounts of pleasure until you pushed him over the edge, but you also had the ability to take it away and leave him crying for more. Not that you were going to do it —you weren't that cruel—, but knowing that you could made you feel special.

When Steve began to thrust his hips in rhythm with your movements to meet your hand, you knew he was close to his orgasm. So you picked up the pace, determined to give him the relief he craved. Steve's face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows slightly furrowed as his parted lips let out endless sounds of pleasure that became more desperate with each passing second. It was one of the most arousing sights you had ever seen and you couldn't help but feel proud to be the one who had brought him to that state.

"You're getting close, baby?" You asked him and he simply nodded, letting out a string of moans that bordered on being pathetic. "Are you gonna cum for me like a good boy?"

"Yes! F-fuck, please, don't stop." Steve whined, looking at you with half-closed, glassy eyes. 

"I won't, baby. I got you, just let go for me. Give into the pleasure, honey. I got you." Your sweet voice encouraged him, warm breath tickling him as you whispered in his ear.

Steve took your words as an command, and only a couple of seconds later he was cumming in your hand with a grunt of pleasure that echoed throughout the room. You should have been worried about it since your apartment wasn't very big and Bucky was only a couple of feet from the bedroom door, but in the moment you couldn't concentrate on anything but Steve's beautiful expression as his orgasm took over. His cock twitched in your hand as rope after rope of warm pearly white cum stained your skin. You helped him through his orgasm, moving your hand gently over his member until he let out a whimper from the overstimulation. Only then did you pull away from him, removing your hand from his pants as he struggled to get his breathing back to normal. 

When you saw your fingers covered in his release you had to resist the urge to taste it, opting to wipe it off with a piece of paper on the bedside table. You figured maybe that would be too much for Steve, and while there was nothing else you wanted more at that moment than to know how he tasted, you understood that your friendship with him was far more important. If you were lucky, you would have more opportunities in the future to satisfy your curiosity. So for now you would have to wait for it. 

"Feeling better?" You asked him when you noticed that his breathing had returned to normal. He didn't even open his eyes to answer you, just nodded his head as a smile formed on his lips. He was adorable.

"I feel great. T-that was amazing." You let out a chuckle at the expression of pure bliss on his face, proud of yourself for having managed to bring him to that state.

"I suggest you take a shower before you go out to the kitchen to get breakfast." You spoke as you got out of bed, fixing your hair before leaving the room. "And maybe don't smile like that, you don't want Bucky to find out what we did, do you?" Steve took a few seconds before answering you, debating whether it was really so terrible that someone found out what you had done. Sure, it would probably ruin your friendship, but at this point he wasn't sure that was a bad thing. Not if it meant he could feel your hands on his body again. 

However, when you looked at him with a raised brow, he was forced to shake his head. "I'll behave."

"Good boy. "You gave him a playful wink before disappearing out the door, leaving him alone in the room with his thoughts.

You headed straight to the bathroom to wash up before following the scent of coffee coming from the kitchen. Bucky was sitting at the small breakfast table when you entered, a cup of coffee in his hand and an open newspaper in front of him. You greeted him with a smile, but you were too distracted to notice the firm tone in his voice when he greeted you back. Your mind was still occupied with images of Steve melting under your touch, your core throbbing with need as a constant reminder of your little adventure.

You made your way to the coffee pot to pour yourself some, stretching over the counter to reach the cupboard where the mugs were kept. You missed hearing Bucky's footsteps behind you. You didn't even realize he had left his place at the table until you felt his muscular torso pressing against your back, one hand on your waist as he reached the other out to get you the cup you were having so much trouble grabbing.

"Jesus, Buck! You scared me!" You exclaimed, flinching a little and bringing a hand up to your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat. He didn't answer you and that should have been your second hint that something was wrong. However, he let you pour a cup of coffee and take a sip before making his intentions clear.

"You've been a bad girl." He whispered in your ear, tightening his grip on your waist. Your body immediately froze as you finally realized what was happening. "You thought you were being smart, huh? Keeping quiet as you had your fun with Steve in bed?" Bucky pressed his body against yours harder, the edge of the marble countertop digging into your hips to the point where you had to bend over it to release some of the pressure. The new position left your ass exposed to Bucky, who took the opportunity to press his semi-hard cock against you. "You thought I wouldn't catch you two, didn't you, doll? Well, you thought wrong and now you'll have to answer for your actions."

Stucky x Reader Part 2 HERE

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 1 - spring - 1340 words (of domestic bliss with little harry)

Sundays are slow in the Potter household.

One would think James doesn’t like the pace of it, always having to do something usually, always active, moving around or talking, tugging at his loved ones or caressing their skin, but he does. It hasn’t always been this way but with getting older and especially since they’ve become parents James had noticed how his body and mind welcomed the one break in the week to just shut off and recharge.

They’ve fought their way through a cloudy March and with the arrival of April, spring is finally here. 

James loves spring. People always assume it’s summer—and credit to them, because he does—but there’s just something about the rebirth of everything that comes after the long gloomy fall and icey winter period. The birds chirp with their return and in search for a mate, insects buzz lively and everything brightens with colour. 

Like clockwork, Harry appears in the threshold of the master bedroom at around 7 am, deer plushie in a tight grip by the antlers, his dark mob of hair messy as anything. He drowsily rubs the sleep from his eyes, face squished and James sometimes thinks he might die from how adorable their four year old is.

He grabs his glasses, pushes back the sheets and plants a gentle kiss on Regulus’ cheek where he’s still knocked out like the dead and smushed into his pillow.

Harry pads wordlessly into the living room, James hot on his trail. Though while Harry goes in search of a children’s book for James to read to him, James makes a detour to the kitchen. He fills them two bottles with the tea they let out on the counter overnight, preparing one for Regulus as well for when he wakes up. He cuts up some fruit and vegetables and grabs the packets of rice cakes and crackers from the pantry, loading it all on a tray before he sets on to the living room.

Harry is already curled under the big fleece blanket they keep there, grinning when James rounds the corner with their pre-breakfast.

“Morning, dada,” he greets, sweetly.

James’ chest swells. “Morning, pumpkin,” he returns, pressing a kiss into Harry’s hair, setting down the tray. Before he takes his place next to his son he walks over to open the big terrasse glass doors. 

“How’d you sleep?” James asks, plopping down next to Harry who immediately snuggles closer, plushie still in hand.

“Good,” Harry sighs contently and James can’t help himself when he brushes some of his hair back from his forehead and kisses him again. “Can you read to me?”

It’s a hidden object book but James knows what he means. He grins, “’Course, Hazza.”

They do just that for a bit, James describing what’s going on on the pages, creating a story for recurring characters. Skipping back and forth with Harry randomly pointing out another happening of the drawing while he’s munching away on his rice cakes and cucumbers and the occasional grape. 

It’s still mildly cool, especially when a faint breeze picks up, moving the grass outside and swishing inside but Harry’s still wearing long pyjamas and James knows he’ll tell him if he’s too cold. He simply burrows further under the blanket and into his father’s side. James runs hot anyways.

When Harry decides they’re done with books James puts on a nature documentary for them.

They’re teaching about the strength of some rainforest ant species when Regulus shuffles into the room, arms wrapped around himself and eyes nearly closed.

“Morning, Papa,” Harry whispers excitedly, already wiggling out of James’ embrace even though he knows Regulus will join them there in just a moment.

A smile tugs at Regulus’ lips as he blinks his eyes open, dark lashes fluttering agonisingly beautifully and giving way to soft grey. James swears they get a little more blue every time right around his birthday, like Regulus is just another subject to the changes of spring.

“Mornin’,” Regulus sighs happily when he squeezes Harry against his chest, peppering the side of his head with kisses until he pulls away, tugging Regulus along to James.

His eyes are already closed again when Regulus nuzzles into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss there before he gets comfortable.

“Morning, love,” James murmurs, voice thick with adoration, audible even to himself, and he strokes Regulus’ exposed arm softly.

The spell of Sunday is thick in the air, heavy in their bones. 

Harry, usually the most lively child, always animatedly talking about something or the other, giggling, making jokes or doing mischief, is quiet now too. It’s routine, the way he grabs for Regulus’ arm and squeezes between his two dads, waiting for James to absently card his fingers through their hair and send them back to their slumbers.

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes before Harry’s breaths are deepening and it’s marvellous. Magical in the way that Regulus’ presence seems to calm him so much it pulls him back into another nap.

James smiles so wide, looking down at them like that for so long that his cheeks start straining.

He watches a bit more of the documentary, snaps a few obligatory pictures of them on his phone and sends them into their family group chat. Monty sends back a pixelated picture of a zoomed in shot of Effie in the garden, Sirius replies with a shaky snapshot of him running with the dogs and Remus answers with an aesthetically pleasing picture of what seems to be the breakfast he’s preparing for the two of them.

James’ belly growls hungrily at the reminder and when his gaze falls on the lone grape sitting in the bowl on the tray he decides it’s time for breakfast. 

It’s nothing short of artful the way he extracts himself from besides Harry and Regulus without rousing them before he heads for the kitchen.

He grabs flour and sugar, eggs and milk for pancakes, as well as the bacon, bagles and cream cheese. It’s meditative to put together all the ingredients, set the table and assemble syrup and blueberries and chocolate chips. Halfway through James remembers the leftover quinoa in the fridge and between placing patches of batter in a sizzling pan he whips them up a quick salad as well. 

The smell in the kitchen is divine and James has already made acquaintances with the joyful bluetit in the tree by the window by the time Regulus comes into the kitchen with Harry on his hip. He’s babbling now, talking Regulus’ ear off by the looks of it and Regulus hums and nods and gasps at all the right places, looking ridiculously endearing with his curls mussed and an imprint of the couch cushion lining his cheek.

“Morning, champ,” James teases, smacking a loud kiss over the line in Regulus’ cheek.

Regulus growls quietly, grinning despite himself, “You’re lucky I love your cooking so much.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky,” Harry parrots, grinning widely.

James tuts with faux affront, “What kind of sentiments are you teaching our poor child, Regulus. I’ve been standing in this kitchen for hours now. How about a ‘Thank you, daddy’?”

“Thank you, daddy,” they both reply in unison though Regulus’ has a decidedly different tone to it that makes James point the spatula at him in warning.

Regulus just smirks before he leans heavily into James’ side and rips a piece of pancake off of the ones already on a plate, blowing on it before dividing it in half and feeding it to Harry and himself.

James tasks them with setting out glasses of water and orange juice, mugs for tea. On Sundays coffee is banned in the Potter house. Regulus thinks he can wind himself out of his caffeine addiction that way.

When everyone is done and everything is in place they all sit down together, legs tangled under the table, smiling warmly at each other over their plates of delicious food, the spring breeze ruffling their hair and clothes pleasantly as it drifts through the open window.

[uravitypng]

Kinktober idea! Yuuji's your roommate and it's his birthday.

Maybe birthday sex or afterwards being caught masturbating

"happy birthday yuuji!" you walk out your bedroom door and shout out to him. maybe if yuuji woke up earlier you would have made him breakfast but you knew he just would wake up early even on his birthday.

"THANKS!" you hear him call from the however. you smirk and head to the kitchen to see if yuuji has already made breakfast and if not you'll make some for him however your heart warms warms when you walk in and see on the counter a plate that you know he's cooked for you as he hates half the stuff on it. it's still warm as well so he obviously hasn't been in the shower very long.

you go to the sofa and start leisurely eating while picking something to watch on the tv. you see the new anime yuuji has been wanting to watch and load it up for when he comes out. you're spending the morning together to celebrate his birthday before he goes to the gym with todo and then spend the rest of the day with megumi and nobara. you've only exchanged a few words with todo before but he seems pleasant and you've spent some time with megumi and nobara too, you think yuuji would call them his closest friends, and they seem like good people.

you hear the shower stop and see yuuji walk in, still with his towel in hand. he's drying his hair with his towel and giving you one of his famous grins that leave you breathless. he's wearing one of his grey sweatpants and you're trying not to look because you think he looks incredibly hot when he wears them and you swear he knows about it and he does it on purpose. "what have you got for me this morning?"

you place your plate on the side and give him a grin back in return. "that new anime you've been wanting to watch."

"yes, amazing!" he falls down next to you on the sofa and goes to grab the remote. you spend the whole morning watching anime.

"alright i'm off now." he swings his gym bag over his shoulder and grabs his keys. "don't wait up for me, i'll probably be out all night."

you try and go about your day but in the back of your mind the whole time you're thinking about yuuji in those sweatpants. as the night draws near you head to your room and try to get an early night. after a little while you end up screaming into a pillow because all you can think about is yuuji. your roommate. your friend. and all you want is to kiss his stupid face.

"this is ridiculous, i won't be able to look at him in the eye... i'll just think about someone else... yeah just because this is because of him doesn't mean i have to think about him," you murmur to yourself, rationalising in your head.

wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible you pull of your tshirt and shorts and move your pillow. 'if i just have one orgasm i might be able to finally fall asleep.' you pull the pillow in between your legs and press against your clit. you start moving and creating friction against your clit, humping the pillow. you bite your lip trying to stop any noises from spilling out and you grab the covers and clench your fists as you move however the more you move the more noises you make, unable to keep them from leaving your mouth. "f-fuck yuuji- yuu- i...i... f-feels so good!" you swore you wouldn't imagine him but you can't help it.

the moans, whimpers and gasps leave your mouth so loud that you don't hear the front door open. yuuji takes off his shoes and freezes as he hears noises from your room. he knows the sound of moans and sex and he hopes that whoever you brought home won't be there in the morning when he wakes up. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, you've never brought someone home before and he's trying desperately to not get turned on and imagine it was him in that room with you. he walks past your door and freezes when he hears you say his name and a grin creeps on his face.

yuuji bursts through the door and sees you naked pressed up against a pillow. you scream at him and pull the pillow up so it's covering your body. he looks at the pillow and he smirks, "heard you calling my name?"

"GET OUT YUUJI!" you scream him, wishing you had a second pillow to throw at him.

"i thought you wanted me to make you feel good," he laughs. "i'll make you feel better than that stain on your pillow." your eyes widen as you quickly turn your pillow round hoping that you'll still stay covered up. he gets quieter and his tone gets softer, "we both want this."

you stay silent for a moment and then nod your head slowly, "yeah i want this yuu."

he smirks at you and moves onto the bed, "good girl." one second the pillow is in front of your body the next he's pulling it out your hold and staring at your body like you're the most beautiful person in the entire world. he puts a hand on your soft waist and strokes your skin with his thumb. you make eye contact and his eyes soften as you look at each other, he places a delicate kiss on the corner of your mouth. "best birthday present ever," he whispers and looks at you in awe.

you giggle and grab hold of his shirt and pull him closer towards you, "kiss me again birthday boy."

[t9fi]

allure. — ryomen sukuna.

pairing. True form, lord!Sukuna. Fem!reader.

warnings. Reader is a virgin. Innocent kink. Fingering. Dirty talk. Sukuna being a little soft. Traditional roles. Sukuna is so manly in this - like he’s giving husband material. Little bit of misogyny if you squint. lil lord kink. Reader has long hair. Lil daddy kink at the end (will continue next chapter winkwink)

word count. 1.6k

notes. Guysguysguys, so this is probably my favourite chapter like UGHH!!! Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end i just had to do it - spicy spicy stuff in the next chapterrr

ch. four.

The initial rays of morning sunlight gently penetrated the room through the blinds, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. As you awoke from your slumber, your eyes opened to the tender illumination, creating a serene atmosphere.

In that dreamy space between sleep and wakefulness, you gradually sensed a presence beside you. Turning your head slightly, there lay Sukuna, peacefully asleep. His tousled hair partially obscured his eyes, his lips plump and rosy, and the rhythmic pattern of his breathing infused an unexpected tranquillity into the once-feared king's presence.

A soft smile played on your lips, a gentle blush colouring your cheeks and nose. Sukuna, in this rare moment, appeared so serene and gentle. Your smile widened as you observed the delicate freckles scattered across his cheeks.

In this instance, you wished time would stand still, as witnessing the beauty before you felt like a privilege not everyone had. Still focused on Sukuna, your attention shifted as you sensed his gradual awakening.

Light stretches and subtle movements accompanied his stirring. How could a supposedly malevolent king appear so endearing when waking up? Sukuna's eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.

"What are you doing?" he scoffed, using a hand to guide your chin away, interrupting the moment.

You sighed, "Apologies, my Lord."

Sukuna's hands encircled your soft waist, drawing you closer into the shelter of his chest. In his touch, you felt diminutive, enveloped by his robust arms, and the rhythmic inhales against your hair intensified the closeness.

"No need to apologise; it was cute," Sukuna reassured, his thumb delicately tracing the curves of your hips. Proximity heightened as his lips neared your ear. "You know..." he began, his tongue flicking against your earlobe, "I miss your pretty moans."

A jolt of surprise coursed through you. When did Sukuna start missing you, let alone your moans?

The atmosphere thickened as your thighs involuntarily pressed together. You couldn't let him affect you, especially not this early in the morning. Sukuna's subtle touches induced a fog in your mind, blurring your vision.

Sukuna's hand glided down from your hips to your blushing thighs, gradually coaxing them apart. 

Why were you allowing him to do this? Why were you succumbing to him so effortlessly?

"Wish i could just fuck this pretty little cunt, but I can’t," he pouted, his fingers teasingly grazing your clothed pussy. "We have to wait for the wedding night."

Sukunas large hand kept one of your legs open as the other rested on the bed. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but so fucking wet.

His large fingers playfully tease around your clothed clit, "I just want you to cum on my cock."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but cover your mouth in embarrassment. 

Sukuna chuckles at your reaction, "Yeah? You like it when it talk to you like this?" He taunts, sliding your shorts off your hips. You can only nod, his touch driving you wild.

"Let me see that pretty pussy"

You allow Sukuna to remove your shorts, now left in nothing but your pink panties. His thick middle finger slides your panties to the side, "Fuck, so wet," he remarks, dragging his finger along your slit.

A small whimper escapes your lips, still muffled by your hands.

"Didn't you hear me earlier?" Sukuna growls, taking his other hand and forcefully removing yours from your mouth. "Your King wants to hear you struggle as you take his fingers into you pretty little cunt."

Fuck, you've never experienced anything like this before. You've only pleasured yourself with your clit, and even that was a bit challenging.

"M-my lord," you cry out, trying to convey your inexperience. "I've never done this before," you choke out, feeling dirty from his actions.

You can sense Sukuna smirking behind you, reveling in the fact that you've never been with another man, never been touched so intimately, and that you're still so innocent.

"Don't worry, princess, I'll take it slow for you," Sukuna assures, gently rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

Soft moans and whimpers escape your lips as your King's fingers play with your dripping pussy. "I need to get you nice and wet. Can you do that for me?" Sukuna asks, his hands lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

You nod, lost in his lustful eyes.

"Good girl."

Sukuna's finger glides up and down your slick slit before finding your throbbing entrance. "I'm just going to put the tip of my finger, okay?"

Fuck, why is he being so considerate?

Slowly, the tip of his finger eases into your tight hole, causing you to let out a gasp, “You’re doing so well princess, just a little more’

In a slow and deliberate manner, his lengthy and robust middle finger gradually made its way inside of you. The sensation of being filled by just his finger was overwhelming, making you wonder how incredible it would feel if it were his cock instead. As the thoughts of him thrusting into you consumed your mind, a haze began to cloud your thoughts, causing your eyes to roll back.

"Please," you whimpered, desperately trying to maintain eye contact with your Lord. And he revelled in it, relishing in the way you struggled with the mere presence of his finger. "Keep looking at me, my princess. I adore your pathetic expressions," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire.

His finger continued to slide in and out of you, eliciting louder moans from your lips. "Fuck, please," you pleaded, feeling your body tense and coil with anticipation.

Without uttering a word, Sukuna positioned himself on top of you, folding your legs up to your chest while still pleasuring your tight entrance with his finger.

This new angle allowed his finger to delve even deeper inside you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The vulnerability of this position only heightened your arousal, despite any feelings of embarrassment. "So fucking hot," Sukuna murmured, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

The room was filled with your loud moans, causing Sukuna to thrust even faster into you. To you, he looked so strong, so fucking big it drove you mad. His veiny arms and big shoulders caused you to clench around him, and oh did he notice.

“Fuck you like this? You like when I finger your sloppy little cunt like this?” You only nodded, becoming a bartering mess underneath him. 

“I can feel you princess, you’re close aren't you?” Sukuna teased, taking one of his other hands and rubbing your clit. This made your body jolt in pleasure, your back now arching off the bed. 

“P-please ‘kuna” you began, looking into his eyes, “please can i cum?” You asked with permission and oh did he love that, he didn’t even need to teach you.

“Cum for me, cum for your lord” And you did, your body shook with pleasure as the wave of your orgasm took over you. Whines and whimpers left your lips as Sukuna’s finger was now slowly thrusting into you. You were so sensitive.

“T-too sensitive ‘kuna” You whined, trying to take his hand around from your cunt.

“So cute” Sukuna obliged, taking his finger out of your now soaking wet pussy. 

His eyes pierced into yours as he took his finger into his mouth, licking up all your juices.

“Good girl”

You couldn't believe this.

Standing beside your soon-to-be husband, organising your wedding day.

Well, Sukuna is the one planning your wedding day.

You stood next to your King, not uttering a word, and oh, how he adored this. He loved how effortlessly you embraced your role as a wife. Allowing him to handle all the work while you simply sat there, looking beautiful.

Dressed in your elegant kimono, with your face adorned and your hair cascading down your back, you smiled at the maid who was presenting various designs for your wedding dress, the decorations, and the reception. To you, everything seemed perfect - but to Sukuna, nothing seemed right.

"No, no, no," Sukuna complained, frustration evident as he ran his hand through his hair. "This is supposed to be perfect, and nothing about this is perfect."

You glanced at your king, concerned filling your eyes, not for him, but for the maid - she was doing her best. However, you knew that any interference on your part would result in another punishment.

Sukuna pointed to one of the wedding dresses laid out on the floor. "My wife will not wear this. It's hideous, isn't it, woman?" He turned to you, awaiting your response.

Fuck, you didn't know what to say or do. What if your answer wasn't what he wanted to hear?

"If you dislike it, my Lord, then I won't wear it," you hesitated, anticipating his reaction.

A smirk formed on his face - the perfect response.

While the maid continued to apologise profusely, Sukuna seemed unfazed as he approached you. His chest pressed against yours as he leaned down, his voice low in your ear. "Perhaps I should make you cum every morning so you continue to behave like this," Sukuna teased, "behaving like my obedient little girl."

A blush rushed to your cheeks. "S-Sukuna."

Feeling a sense of unease, you couldn't help but recall the morning when Sukuna had you contorted beneath him - making you moan and writhe with just a single touch.

He chuckled, his hand sliding to your waist, pulling you closer. "My perfect girl."

Your heart raced, wondering if the wicked ruler was actually flirting with you. It was hard to believe that today, of all days, Sukuna was being kind to you. But deep down, you knew it wouldn't last. One wrong move and his true nature would emerge once more.

You had to seize this opportunity, to prove your confidence and devotion to him. "Only for you…" you whispered, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes.

"Daddy."

[scientia-rex]

Do you have thoughts about dealing with your ADHD without medication? I'm in Europe where the laws are different and its haaaaard to access meds. (Immigration is very bad for consistent health care)

Yeah, I mean, caffeine. Caffeine in the mornings and propranolol if I overdo it or have too much caffeine after 1pm. Caffeine has a variable half-life depending on your genetics, so for some people they can have caffeine within about 4-5 hours of trying to sleep and for me if I have it within 9 hours of when I want to sleep I'm a little fucked. (5-9 hours is a relatively typical range for half-life.) Caffeine has active metabolites, which means that as your body processes it to break it down it creates different molecules which are still stimulants, so it's not as simple as "caffeine in, break it down, inert molecule out." You also need to be aware that your brain WILL develop tolerance, so taking drug holidays where you have a chaotic, disorganized day will help when you go back to work.

Another alternative is Strattera, generic name atomoxetine, which gets marketed as a "non-stimulant" ADHD medication. In my opinion it does still have stimulant qualities and the classification has more to do with legal status than medical reality. However, it does have a tendency to cause nausea, so I usually start people low (10mg) and ramp up to 80-100mg, which is target range for efficacy for most people. It doesn't seem as effective as the stimulants but it also doesn't have the legal implications of the stimulants.

Wellbutrin, generic name bupropion, is an antidepressant, but it's not the same as SSRIs or SNRIs--it has its own combination of effects on neurotransmitters that makes it a cousin rather than a sibling drug. It can be used (off-label) for ADHD.

In terms of other things I do to help myself cope, setting and maintaining a sleep schedule is critical. I definitely always feel like I'm being asked to wake up at the equivalent of 3am for other people. This means I need to make sure I go to bed and get up at consistent times, including days off. Bed needs to be for sleeping and intimacy and not for being activated--not for reading, not for hanging out. "Sleep hygiene" is about training your brain that when you go to bed, you go to sleep. The bedroom needs to be quiet, cool, and dark. You can Google sleep hygiene for more information on that.

Learning how to learn was critical for surviving med school. I didn't struggle that much with the material even in grad school, though I was more miserable overall in grad school. The sheer volume meant I couldn't just read everything once and figure enough would stick; I had to read, listen, watch, and eventually I figured out that I really needed to draw pictures and make myself flash cards if I wanted to actually force my brain to retain anything. Making sure I was physically comfortable, including that I was fed, hydrated, and didn't have to pee, was also part of the process. Getting there involved lots of tears and failing multiple tests.

Cleaning can't be an all or nothing proposition or nothing ever gets cleaned. When I start cleaning, I just grab whatever I'm walking by that catches my attention. Fuck doing whole tasks at a time consistently. Move those three bowls to the sink, in the kitchen realize I need to take out the recycling, take out the recycling and realize on the way back in that I have a load of laundry to start, start the laundry and realize I need to pee, while I'm in the bathroom realize I need to clean the counter, clean the counter and realize I need to take out the bathroom trash, take out the bathroom trash and realize I still didn't pee, continue until I'm too tired and then sit down and have a snack and a nap. My house is still a black hole but it's infinitely better than my apartments when I was younger.

Accepting that you can't do things the neurotypical way is a big part of it. Giving up on how things "should" be and recognizing what you can do and how you can do it is critical. I will never stop crashing into things so I've bought rounded furniture that hurts less when I crash into it. I'm slowly designing a life and a home where I'm playing to my strengths, and although it's a work in process, I'm slowly becoming happier.

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🌙111🌙 “Better to wait than force things to happen” “I want my life to be beautiful, wild and filled with things I never imagined so forgive me if I ignore everything  you think is important and get right to it” “Stop Complaining and Start Doing”  “Fulfill your duties towards your body, self, and family, even society, do your part.” Patience is virtue that needs to be restored within you. You want your life to look a certain way, beautiful and wild and like your Pinterest mood baords and for so long you haven’t lived that, you have been engulfed with the noise and drama of the outside world, you waited so long for things you didn’t want, why not be patient for the things that you do, it takes time to undo the social conditioning and live truly free, give yourself some grace. It is not your job to be likeable, your job is to be yourself and the right people will find you.  The council of light is reminding you that while you are on your way to fulfil your dream, do not forget to give back. A lot of being gave you comfort in your journey. I can see someone talking to street or colony dogs, and just sitting beside them and telling them about stories of their life, and playing, don’t forget them when things get better, they listened to you when you were in need. Do not forget your roots, sometimes we fly so high we can’t pinpoint where our home is from the clouds, do not forget your home, where you came from, your lineage, your villages, these things matter. They are your anchor. Connect with your loved ones, do some gardening. For some of you: Rescue Animals, help them in any way you can.  Comment ‘111’ to claim. 🌙 DM TO BOOK A TAROT READING 🌙 🌙333🌙 “You came with nothing, you will go away with nothing” “You are not aline no matter how you perceive it to be. There is someone praying for you” If you are facing difficulty in making a choice: the council of light says: Make the choice that sets you free, that makes you feel lighter. Check your feelings, does it feel a weird hesitation or disappointment or sadness, even though logically it makes sense? Do not choose that path, please! Let lightness, freedom and joy be your guide in making decisions and you’ll be happy how things turned out in the end.  Love yourself more, your day starts when you wake up so create a solid morning routine for yourself, take care of what you are consuming in different aspects like food, water, virtual content, engaging in conversations, everything. Assess this, eat good food that gives you energy and life, engage in manful conversations instead of gossip. Everyday for an hour do something you love, actively. Like you like to draw? Transfer half the time you spend following art content into making your own drawings, they don’t have to be the best, just start doodling even.  You have all that you need to become wealthy in the most holistic sense, use them, There is no harm in writing in a pretty journal but you can just start journaling in any dairy whatsoever, sometimes just taking the first step is good enough, do not go in the mindset that I don’t have this so I can’t do this, use the resources you have currently.  Comment ‘333’ to claim. 🌙 DM TO BOOK A TAROT READING 🌙

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[yeonjuns-girlfriend]

———————-🖤The morning after 🖤———————

Genre: smut

WARNING ⚠️ : unprotected sexual activity’s ,fem Y/n , (idk what else to put lol lmk)

Word count : 956 ( it’s a little on the short side I hope you can still enjoy it ;)

Summary : read part one here ➡️ https://www.tumblr.com/yeonjuns-girlfriend/726486750547116032/sleepover-with-soobin?source=share

You ended up sleeping in one of soobins shirts because your  clothes were basically ruined from your previous encounter.while you were falling asleep you kept thinking about if soobin wanted to make things official or if this was just gonna be a one time thing or a friends with benefits thing. After last night you were sure you wanted to be more than friends with him. He fucked you so well you cant help but think of it as soon as you opened  your eye’s. You wake up to the feeling of soobin’s arms wrapped around you , the warmth of his body heat welcoming you into the morning. He kisses your ear and whispers softly.

“Good morning” his morning voice gives you goosebumps. Your bodies are so close you can feel every part of him  . When you try  to move he tightens his grip. Letting you know he wants you to stay. 

“Did you like it ?,last night or was it painful for you ” he's being so direct and your brain is already rotting from the thought of him. You're slow to respond thinking about how cute he is for asking for feedback. You Wedge  your waist back into him a little. “ i really liked it a lot” you feel his soft cock begin to harden from the little bit of friction you created.``you get excited easily,its cute” he nuzzles his head into you in embarrassment “your turned on too aren't you?” you nod.”i want to taste you, can i ?” 

The thought of him going down on you makes you needy. He takes off your clothes  and has his way with your chest teasing your nipples with his tongue sucking and flicking his tongue over your nipples. You let out moans under your breath. You're a little shy to start, you can barely keep yourself together while his eyes fixated on yours and the drool from his mouth dripping all over  your chest. He kisses down your body , slowly drawing circles on your body.hes in between your legs up close and personal with your pussy looking up at you. He wraps his arms around your thighs taking a second to admire your body. He likes  what he sees. He glazes his thumb over your clit. He starts off giving you gentle kisses before completely devouring you, his perfect lips lapping over you. Unlike any man you've had before ,Soobin knew what he was doing,sucking and  Slurping your clit knowing when to be Firm  and when to be gentle. Your moans are no longer shy. Your breaths unsteady because of how good he makes you feel. You play with his hair pulling him into you when you get carried away by how deep his  tongue goes inside of you. 

He adds his fingers, your moans become uncontrollable loud and sloppy moaning his name your body tenses up and shakes. Your back arches and you release all over his mouth” he comes up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his lips which drives you insane. His tongue in your mouth and your mess all over the bed. You get on top of him and grind on him he lets out breathy moans of your name  

“Y/n i want you to Ride me”, you continue to grind on him . making him practically beg for you to sit on his cock.

“y/n please i need to be inside of you ” he says in a needy way while lusting over you with his eyes, your bare body on display for him. You kiss before lowering yourself onto his hard cock  . he sighs a long moan with his eyes squeezed shut when you take him whole.your juices all over him as you do you best to ride him. He puts his hands on your waist and slams you down on him while he thrust up into you. His whimpering just as loud as yours , your pussy squeezing down on him, the sound of you getting Stretched  out by cock. His thrust slow down and his groans get louder and he fucks you harder and hearder with every thrust . You can tell he's close to cuming. You hold his hands and slam yourself as hard and fast as you can.

“S…slow ..down…., or you'll….. make me… cum” you can barely understand his words because of how shaky his voice is from how you're  riding  his cock . you tighten around him once more before he fills you up. Even after he cums you continue  riding him . He's  overstimulated  from your sopping wet pussy. You're at a high, no man has ever made you feel like this. 

Soobin takes control, putting you on your side. “Do you think it's funny to keep going even after i cum”  he gets a little aggressive and wants to use you like his personal toy . You wanted more of this version of him so you provoke him “you're so cute when you whimper. He shoves  himself in you mercilessly. His moans growing huskyer your legs shaking. Soobins nails dig into your skin while he pounds you, your eyes tear up from the pleasure you're at your limit. He pulls out and cum  all over you. 

                                                               ***

After you guys catch your breath he runs the shower for you,and offers to take you shopping for more pajamas, ones that fit you properly “ you , really don't have to do that. Its my fault for not double checking the sizes” “is it so wrong that i want to buy my girlfriend new clothes” he leans over you and kisses you on the lips and walks off to put the sheets in the Laundry” you just stand there too Stunned to speak.  

[flyingspacewhale93]

Jing Yuan/AFAB!Reader pregnancy headcanon

CW: Pregnancy, childbirth, some spicy kissing but otherwise its sfw (Also might be a bit OOC but men crying is hot af)

No Beta I decided to yeet this out into the world

Word Count: 732

From the minute you announce your pregnancy to Jing Yuan he never leaves your side. His lips trail up and down your stomach. “My seed… your eggs...are creating new life.” He says in a reverent tone as tears fill his eyes. “It's a miracle.”

He is obsessed with the child growing inside of you. He reads pregnancy articles on his phone practically every night. “Look, from the minute our DNA joined cells have been growing and dividing inside you. They all joined together to create a little creature the size of a  small berry.” He kisses your stomach. “Even human fetuses can briefly grow fur and tails while in the womb.”

When that little creature causes you morning sickness, Jing Yuan is right by your side. “Easy, sweetheart. This trial will help our child grow.” He brings you a cup of water and a damp cloth for your face afterwards. “Your body is so strong for being able to support two lives at once.” 

“I don’t think I’m strong. I can barely smell food without puking most days.” You murmur weakly. “Just when will I be able to eat again?”

Jing Yuan is strict about your diet for the good of your baby. He has the medical staff recommend you the best prenatal vitamins and only cooks what would be healthy for them. Spicy foods are forbidden, a fact that makes you grumble. However when the pregnancy cravings arise, he lets you have whatever you wish within moderation. He constantly  checks the list of safe foods every time you are hungry.

“For such a lazy general, you sure monitor our health better than I do!” You joke.

“It is the duty of a general to make sure that his army is prepared for the battle ahead.” He smiles.

“It’s a battle to convince you to let me eat unhealthy food once in a while.” Your hand rests on your baby bump. “Still, I can’t believe our child is growing so fast.”

When Jing Yuan sees your child on the ultrasound and hears their heartbeat for the first time, he cries. He goes to every medical appointment with you and listens intently. When you do your exercises to prepare for labour, he helps you through them. Sometimes birds land near you while you work out and Jing Yuan lets them perch on his hand.

One night, you wake up crying from a bad dream. He sleepily places his arms around you as you sob. “I-I dreamed I-I grew fat and ugly and you didn’t love me anymore! You had them give me the ‘husband stitch’ and now I woke you up and made you sad!” You wail, tears falling down your cheeks.

Jing Yuan shushes you. “Sweetheart, being able to enter you is both a privilege and an honour. You don’t need to be tight for me to enjoy you. As for your body, well,” His lips draw close to your ear. “I find it even more sexy by the day.”

He marvels at every new change your body goes through, making sure to kiss every mark that he finds each night. “These marks remind me of rivers.” He murmurs. “Indeed, it's like I’m staring at a topographical map of you.” A devious smirk crosses his face. “Where would be a good spot for the general to attack? Here, or here?” The noise you let out from his kiss proves to be a direct hit.

Your baby gets read to everyday by him, often when he’s busy babyproofing the house. He recites stories seemingly off the top of his head. He wants your baby to grow up well read and compassionate.

“I wonder what our baby would choose for their path.” You say.

“No matter what they choose, I’d love them all the same.” He says.

When the Big Day finally comes, Jing Yuan is all action. He grabs the overnight bag that you two made together and races off to the medical center with you in his arms. He holds your hand through every contraction, humming little songs as you prepare to push. Jing Yuan is used to long sieges so he’s always alert. He encourages you to push strong and hard for his family. Finally, the baby takes their first cry and he smiles serenely with tears in his eyes. Jing Yuan whispers “May you be a thoughtful, strong leader.”

[bullet-prooflove]

LA!Series Part Two: Important - Manny x Reader (NSFW)

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Part One: Relax - Manny takes some time to relax with you when he gets to LA.

Manny goes out and buys a suit.

He leaves you sleeping and heads out onto the boulevard wearing a pair of sunglasses and sipping from a bamboo coffee cup filled with expresso, because he actually gives a shit about the environment. He thinks you’ll doze well into the morning. You’d barely stirred when he’d smoothed the hair away from your face and placed a kiss upon your forehead.

You’d been on the fence about attending the event tonight, the one exhibiting your photographs. You didn’t like being in the limelight, you prefer to operate in the background, showcasing other people’s talents.

“You should be proud Mami.” He had told you last night, his thumb ghosting along your jaw. “They’re honouring your work.”

The two of you were laying face to face amongst the plush pillows of a bed that costs more than you make in a year. He knows what the issue is, you have a problem with vulnerability, it doesn’t come naturally to you. Those pictures, it’s like sharing a part of yourself, letting someone see inside your soul.

The event tonight, there’s going to be kids there from the art programmes you’re hoping to support with your donation. They’re going to have questions and that means you’re going to have to answer them. You haven’t talked about your past, what led you to travel the world. He senses that those wounds have never really healed. He thinks it’s telling that you’ve chosen to dedicate your work to a place that helps support children in the care system.

“You were a foster kid, weren’t you?” He whispers into the darkness.

“It’s hard for me to go back there.” You say quietly. “These kids are looking for me to share my experience, I don’t know if I can do that…”

“They’re looking to you for inspiration.” Manny tells you, his nose trailing long the length of yours. “They see your success and it gives them hope, something to aspire you. They want to know how you did it, how they can do it.”

“Manny…” You whisper and his lips brush over yours.

“Think about it.” He murmurs as he kisses you again. “That’s all I ask.”

It’s six in the morning when you wake him up to let you know you’ve made a decision, he can tell it’s been on your mind most of the night.

“I’m going to do it.” You tell him as your fingertips ghost over his skin, chasing the pattern of his tattoos.

He finds himself pinned to the bed underneath you, your thighs hugging his hips. Your fingers entwin with his, drawing his hands up above his head. Your mouth covers his and he’s lost in the sensation. It’s been a while since he’s submitted to anyone, he’s forgotten how good it can feel. You ride him slowly, drawing out his pleasure until you have him gasping, arching, desperate. Still, you don’t relent, you leave him hanging at the precipice before you start all over again.

During the whole thing, his eyes never leave yours. He can’t tear himself away because being like this, it creates a sense of intimacy he wasn’t prepared for. He may be learning your secrets but you’re learning his too. He needs someone else to take control, to ruin him because his life has become all about maintaining it, holding onto it so tightly that he’s terrified about what happens when he lets go. When your hand slips down to his throat he welcomes it, his breath turns ragged as your fingers squeeze just a little and it sends him through the stratosphere. His hips thrust up, burying himself deep and he comes harder than he has in his life, spilling himself inside you. He’s coming down from the high when you kiss him, it’s soft and tender, a simple brush of the lips. He moans into your mouth, as your thumb ghosts over his cheek because this is what he wants, to feel safe with another person, to know that he’s loved, cared for.

You’re the first person whose made him feel like that in years.

He thinks about it as he stands in front of a mirror in a suit shop in the middle of L.A. tugging at the cuffs of a fitted black suit. He looks good, the white of the shirt contrasting against his skin, highlighting the tattoos on his throat. He’s contemplating a tie when the sales assistant approaches him.

“Important event?” She asks him as she picks up a black tie and holds it up against him.

“Yea.” He says, considering your conversation from the early hours of this morning. “It’s pretty important.”

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[welcome-to-the-neotheater]

Non-Comprehensive List of Things I Love About AJR City Savers

AJR WEBISODE: CITY SAVERS (youtube.com)

keep reading because loooooooooooooooooong post

0:00, I love the implication that they are spending 3/4 of their waking hours on this club and they don't have any free time between that and the band

0:12-0:15, he's holding this box with his bare hands normally for a few good seconds here, and only at the end does he decide that its actually super radioactive and he jerks his hand away from it really fast

0:20 Yeah that's going to help get the paint off

0:23 The old logo looks really weird to me after being used to the current one

0:30 he is so fucking proud of himself for putting a leaf into the trash can

0:35 "We founded this city savers club to protect this fine city we live in", the protection of course being kicking a piece of cardboard about 5 feet

0:38 "We start off at 4:30 in the morning, first item on the agenda, song" They're singing songs for the public, (specifically, the "youth" , 1:10) at 4:30 in the morning, "first item on the agenda"

0:48 none of the children are paying any attention to his song, the only one who even looks at the camera is a parent who, if anything, seems unimpressed

0:52 they did this shit in public

1:06 great camera work there

1:13 "We really feel like it gets our message across"

1:20 this is entirely useless

1:35 Does he have a meterstick? How does he know?

1:37 There's no god damn way they can hear him inside their fast cars, probably with windows up with him speaking at slightly above speaking voice

1:42 "Morning Deb!"

1:46 Outfit change from previous scene, these are different days. He does this regularly.

1:53 "NO!"

1:57 He's no longer doing something useless, this is actually disruptive, as you can tell from the honks

1:59 Unless one was added in the jump cut, you can see in the previous shot there was not, in fact, a baby blue jay's nest right there

1:59 What purpose does the word "baby" in "baby blue jay's nest" serve? Correct me if im not up to date on bird knowledge, but aren't all nests built by adult birds build the nests for their babies? Is he trying to say that the baby blue bird built the nest? I don't think baby birds can build nests. Is he just referring to the fact that the birds that live in the nests are babies? This is either redundant or wrong.

2:05 "I've submitted my application for the city savers club almost a dozen times now... I really hope I get in this month". He has been applying to enter this "club" (it has 2 members and does nothing of value) for almost a year.

2:17 Jack checks behind the curtain as if there's any way Adam was just hiding behind the curtain

2:22 Ryan is already so bored

2:28 I counted a 5 second pause before "What?"

2:40 Their brother attached a headshot in his resume as if they wouldn't know what he looked like.

2:43-48 this is just great

2:05-48 Jack and Ryan have created this fake club and have, for almost a year, been holding this over their older brother's head and having him submit formal applications to join his younger brothers' fake club and they have been denying all of them. If that isn't the most sibling shit out there, I don't know what is

2:48 "Graffiti" is a child's chalk drawing

2:55 "Can't get this out", he's using his shoe to remove washable childs chalk from the street. "Can't get this out" have you tried water??? They have to make that shit so it's easy to get out of children's clothes, and so that it washes away when it rains, if this "graffiti" is such a problem get some water and spray it

3:01 "Surprisingly pigeons don't just eat breadcrumbs". Look, I've never been to New York, but if the pigeons there are anything like seagulls, it should be 0 surprise to someone that's grown up there that the pigeons will eat whatever you give to them.

Idk what those are (skittles?) but they don't look like you should be feeding them to pigeons

3:07, they're feeding chunky peanut butter to the pigeons. naturally

3:12 LEE!!!!!!!

3:18 He runs away immediately after hearing they're going to try to put that sweater on him

3:20 They were already talking to him at an unreasonable distance apart but now even more so as he's gone entirely off screen and they continue to talk normally to him for I counted 7 seconds.

3:27 The cut off "Lee-". How long did they do that for?

3:29 Gotta love the "we're saving the world!" music that comes in here

3:30 Pre 2020 mask

3:33 All of the water has fallen out of his hands before he reaches the plant

3:37-41 I don't know if this was planned, I don't want to know if that was intentional

3:52 Wow! Look at this plant!

Throughout the entirety of this video they do nothing actually helpful for the city (yet continuously act like they're saving the world). Their "good deeds" are either entirely pointless ("traffic control", trying to get rid off the paint with his foot at 0:20, "singing for the youth", "watering" that plant) or actually slightly harmful (blocking some car because of an invisible blue jays nest, refusing to let their brother into the club, feeding shit to pigeons that they should not be doing, trying to get rid of a child's drawing)

Jack stated in an interview once that he's actually afraid of pigeons

Adam is a climate activist now, and I like to think that stemmed from not being allowed into city savers

Damn did I write a lot for a video under 4 minutes. I feel like one of those people that keeps interrupting movies to talk about deeper meanings or explain the jokes now.

[vodika-vibes]

Wonderland

Summary: After an injury, Gregor falls into Wonderland. And you, as the White Rabbit, are tasked with making sure he gets home safely.

Pairing: Knight!Gregor x Reader

Word Count: 3595

Warnings: None

A/N: I've never written for Gregor before, so I'm not sure about his personality. His wookiepedia page did not go into personality appropriately. Also, Alice in Wonderland is hard. I haven't seen the movie or read the books in years, but I did my best.

Tagging: @the-bad-batch-baroness who gave me this idea to begin with

Divider by saradika

All good stories start with ‘Once upon a time’ and end with ‘Happily ever after’, you know this. You’ve read the stories (written by mortals) and you’ve heard the tales, and so you can’t help but wonder why your story didn't have a happily ever after.

Well, no. Not your tale.

You have to wonder why your mother’s tale didn’t have a happy ending. She is mortal…had been mortal(?) before her injury, before she was tricked and teased and goaded into taking a place that isn’t hers.

And so mother created you. You are the embodiment of everything mortal that mother once cherished so dearly. You are light and laughter and love, but you are also darkness and tears and hatred. You are the woman that mother should have been able to grow into.

But, as you run through crimson hallways, darting between the guards, heading towards your mother’s throne, you can’t help but hope that, perhaps, this story will turn out different. 

You open the door to the throne room and delicately skip from one white tile to the next and you stop before your mother and you bow, “Mother, mother! I bring news!” 

The woman you call mother regards you silently, looking like a statue carved from granite, there is little remaining of her humanity. “Tell me, little one.” She orders, her voice sounding like broken glass against stone.

“The Winter and Summer Courts intend to war.” You say breathlessly, alive, alive, alive in a way your mother hasn’t been in years.

“And what do they intend to battle over?” She demands.

“There is a Man, a mortal man, standing on the edge of the Faewild. The man is of the nobility.”

Your mother, somehow, becomes even more still. You don’t blame her, it’s a familiar tale, after all. A tale of which your mother is intimately aware.

“So,” She says, sounding almost bored, “Wonderland has another Alice?”

“So it would appear, mother.” You reply, “The Winter Court is sending the Hatter to draw him further in…the Summer Court has called on the Caterpillar.”

“Hm,” Your mother stares over your head, at the portraits of the former Alice’s, some of whom you’ve saved, and many of which you haven’t. “Very well. Go to our new Alice, try to encourage him to wake from whatever dream he is in. Protect him, if you can, from the Hatter and the Caterpillar.”

You nod, and turn to skip out of the room. “And if I can’t, mother?”

Your mother turns back to her tarts, “Then kill him.” The massive door slams shut behind you as you step out of the throne room, and begin your long trek through the winding halls of the palace your mother crafted to keep herself safe from the machinations of the Courts. 

It is here, and only here, that the magic of Wonderland doesn’t touch the inhabitants. But once you step outside the gates, the magic will take over you, and you’ll have to play by the rules of Wonderland.

You pass through your mother’s garden, curiously eyeing the red roses…you’re pretty sure they were white this morning, and then you push open the deceptively light gates, and step on the path.

You feel the magic of Wonderland wash over you, and the very first thing you do is reach up to your head, feeling for your ears. You heave out a sigh of relief when you tug on long white ears. The White Rabbit actually isn’t too bad.

Not as good as the Cheshire Cat, mind. But you almost never get the Cheshire Cat.

The rules of Wonderland are simple. There can only ever be one Alice. Alice must be mortal. If you’re not Alice, you cannot be mortal, so Wonderland changes you into something else.

You carefully adjust the ribbon in your hair, mussed up with the new ears on the top of your head, and then you follow the path. Alice always arrives in the forest, at least they have in every iteration since your mother was Alice, and even before, if some of the Guards are to be believed.

You find Alice several hours later, and you’re surprised, to say the least.

Generally Alice is a child…or a teenager, not a man fully grown. You tilt your head from one side to the next, an adult Alice breaks the rules, surely. One of your ears flops into your face and you huff out a breath.

Well, whether he’s breaking the rules or not, he is Alice, which means you have work to do. Hopefully it’ll be easy and you can just point him back towards the mortal realm.

“Hello, hello~” You scramble over to him, intentionally spinning him around so he’s looking at the way back. “You look lost, my friend!” 

“Uh…maybe, a bit.” He’s staring at the ears on the top of your head, “Or maybe I’m just dreaming.” He adds.

You laugh, he’s more right than he knows, “Who says it can’t be both?” You ask, “Lost in your dreams, perhaps?”

“...you have rabbit ears.” He says, sounding slightly shell shocked. 

“Well yes. I’m the White Rabbit.”

He stares at you, as though he’s trying to wrap his head around the fact that you’re calling yourself the white rabbit, and then he grins, “Do you have a tail?”

Whatever you might have expected him to ask, that wasn’t it. “W-what kind of question is that?” You demand, blood rushing to your face in embarrassment.

“A fair one,” He counters, “I mean, you’ve got the ears, and you’re even wearing a variation on the bunny suits that they make the girls wear at casinos sometimes.”

Your jaw drops and you hazard a glance at your outfit. He’s not…wrong. Technically. “T-that’s just…it’s because the magic can’t actually turn me into a rabbit!” You reply, your face burning red.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, you’re super cute. Definitely the kind of thing I would fantasize about in a dream.” He says soothingly. You spin away from him and press your hands over your burning face, and then he makes a delighted noise, “Oh, you do have a tail. Cute!” You pull your ears down over your eyes, your face burning even more.

“This is why Alice is always a child!” You whine.

You jump when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you release your ears and tilt your head back to look up at him, he’s grinning, “My name is Gregor, copikla, not Alice.”

You squint at him suspiciously, “What does that word me? Copikla?”

“It means cute,” He replies with an even wider grin, as though he had heard a joke that was hilarious, “Cause I’m definitely not calling you Rabbit. That’s just rude.”

He sets his hands on your shoulders and lightly spins you so youre face to chest. Pulling a startled squeak from your lips. 

“There. That’s much better. Now, copikla, you were saying?”

“Y-you need to go that way,” You point in the direction that will lead him back to his body, “It’ll take you home.”

“Aww. But I don’t want to leave just yet. Come on, copikla, show me your home?” Gregor asks with an admittedly adorable pout.

You panic for a moment, “What? No! It’s not-ack!”

You topple backwards as a massive top hat slams into your face, and you fall into a bush, “Copikla?” Gregor reaches down to help you back up, but is stopped when a woman wearing a three piece suit waltzes up to him.

“Oh, naughty, naughty little bunny,” The Hatter coos, “You almost made my guest late for tea. With me!” She giggles madly and you finally manage to get yourself untangled from the bush.

“He doesn’t want to have tea with you Hatter,” You say with a scowl as you look up at the much taller woman.

“Oh, but what’s the harm in a simple cup of tea?” The Hatter asks with a silky smile, as she turns her gaze towards Gregor, “You said you wanted to see more of Wonderland, I am more than happy to show you.”

“...I suppose there’s no harm in one cup of tea,” Gregor says slowly.

“Splendid!” The Hatter grabs his arm and tugs him away from the exit, and you, “Just, no rodents allowed.” She flings her hat at you again, and you yelp as you topple back into the bush again.

By the time you untangle yourself, the Hatter and Gregor are gone, and you feel a swell of panic. The Hatter is nefarious, she’ll twist her words around and around until they almost make sense. And Gregor didn’t even know he was in danger.

You nervously dance in place, waiting for an idea, any idea, and then you freeze, your gaze landing on the flowers all around you. That…might work. You drop to your knees and lower your head towards a yellow blossom, and you whisper your instructions to them.

The giggling starts quietly, and then becomes louder and louder, as the instructions are passed through the flower network.

If nothing else, it’ll buy you time. The flowers are devious when they want to be, and there’s no love lost between the flowers of Wonderland and the Hatter. Of course, there’s always the chance that the flowers will warn the Caterpillar, but he’s not half so nefarious as the Hatter.

You find Gregor standing outside of the Hatter’s cabin, a look of bewilderment on his face as flowers bar his entry into the cabin. You run over to him and lightly wrap both of your hands around one of his arms, “I found you!”

“Copikla?” He beams down at you, “I was wondering if you were going to catch up.”

“Gregor,” You sigh his name as you lightly tug him away from the cabin, “You’re not safe here. You need to leave.”

“She just wanted to have some tea,”

“It’s never just a cup of tea, Gregor. Not with her. Not in Wonderland.” You continue pulling him away, and this time he follows you freely.

“You keep implying that I’m not safe,” There’s no humor in his face, “Can you explain that?”

You consider your words for a moment. The rules have already been broken. Alice is always a child or a young teenager. Never an adult. Someone targeted him intentionally. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll be enough.

“Wonderland has a more proper name,” You explain, “It’s less obvious here, on the outermost ridges. But the further in you go the more obvious it becomes.”

“Copikla, where am I?” Gregor asks.

You release his arm and stand on your toes, pressing your hands against his cheeks, “Gregor, you’re on the edge of the Faewild, and I need to get you home.”

He stares at you, something grim crossing his face, “And is that what you are? A fae?”

“No. But also yes.” You shrug, “It’s complicated.”

“Uncomplicate it.” It’s not a suggestion.

“Okay, so…my mother was Alice. She was pulled from her home as a child, and she went on this magical adventure, and she didn’t understand the rules of the Fae. She was just a child, only five summers old.” You explain as you release his face and take his arm again, propelling him again, “She thought the Hatter was a friend. She tricked mother into killing the last Red Queen.”

You’re not running, not quite, but you know that you’re walking a very fine line. The fact that you’re not being stopped from saying these things to Gregor indicates that you’re right, someone broke the rules, which means that all of the rules are now broken.

Which means Wonderland is now much, much more dangerous.

You lead Gregor down the path, and then he suddenly stops, “Where did all of this smoke come from?”

“Smoke? What smo-” You look at your feet and inhale sharply. Swirling around your feet and up your legs is pale purple smoke.

“Yes, yes. It’s me.” A tall man emerges from the shadows, “Hello, welcome. I am the Caterpillar.”

“Why’s he called that?” Gregor hisses in your direction.

“He used to be one.” You reply, totally honest.

“This place is so fucked up.” Gregor mutters under his breath.

“Quite so, to understand Wonderland one must be quite mad,” The Caterpillar agrees as he settles on a tree stump. “But I find myself ensnared by your tale, little rabbit. Continue it, and I’ll let you and your mortal friend go.”

“The Summer Court-”

“Has no real interest in this man, or the mortal realm. It’s so much more fun to draw an Alice here.” He smiles broadly and takes a deep inhale of his pipe, “Indeed, I may release you anyway, but I do enjoy a good story.”

“Right, so. Alice, your mother, killed the last Red Queen.” Gregor prompts.

“Yes. She didn’t understand, you see. There must always be a Red Queen, and the Red Queen must always be an Alice. So when the old Queen died, mother was forced to take her place.” You say quickly, “But mother was a child, and she didn’t know how to rule or lead or do anything really.”

“So what did she do?”

“Ooh, this is my favorite part of the story!” The Caterpillar cheered, “Let me tell it!” He leans in, “The Red Queen was lonely, so very lonely, there in her massive castle with her playing card guards and her rose gardens. The Red Queen went quite insane, rather Fae like, really.” He smiles broadly, “And so in a fit of desperation she created the little rabbit there.”

Gregor looks at you, surprise on his face, “She created you?”

You nod, “I was meant to be a friend, the same age as her, but to create me she had to split off portions of herself. At first it was just her sense of joy. But as she aged, as she lost more of herself to Wonderland, she pushed more and more of herself into me.”

“It’s quite twisted, actually.” The Caterpillar says with a laugh, “The child, born of Wonderland, is just as mortal as you are. While the former Alice is just as Fae as I am.” His grin broadens, “What happened to all of the other Alice’s, I wonder?”

“The majority of them were sent home,” You reply, “But some…some mother killed. Better dead than a pawn between the courts.”

“Oh, brava!” The Caterpillar claps, “But, now I’m quite done with this show. I’m going to dance with the hatter. Be off with you now.” He waves his hand and the purple mist fades, and so do all but one of the paths.

“...is he for real?”

“Unfortunately,” You reply quietly, “He’s not good or even kind, but he is honest, almost to a fault.” You grab Gregor’s arm and tug him down the path again. With any luck no one else will stop you.

“W-wait. Wait, wait, wait.” Gregor stops moving and lightly grips your wrist, keeping you from moving, “Stop. I have a question.”

“Can it wait?” You ask.

“No.” He looks serious again, and you shift nervously, “The Caterpillar said that you're mortal. Why haven’t you come to the mortal realm?”

You blink at him, “I…I don’t know. I guess I feel like I don’t belong there?”

“But you don’t belong here, either. How long can you stay here before you start going insane?” Gregor asks.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” You point out, very logically you think.

“You can come with me, copikla. I’ll take care of you.” He reaches up and lightly tugs on one of your ears, “You can just be you.”

“I’ll…think about it.” You offer, as a compromise, and he smiles at you warm and bright. 

“That’s all I ask.” Conversation over, you continue guiding him.

“I have a question,” Gregor asks, “And we can walk and talk this time.”

“Okay?”

“Why didn’t anyone tell your mother all of this stuff?” He asks, “I mean, it seems like people maybe should.”

“It’s not allowed.” You look up at him, “Alice has to figure everything out on her own. It’s part of the story. She can get help, but no one can give her the answers.”

“But you told me everything.”

“Mm. You’re Alice, but you’re not the right Alice.” You explain, and then seeing his bemused expression you try to clarify, “You’re Alice due to the fact that you’re mortal and you’re here. But Alice is always a child. Never an adult. So you’re Alice, but you’re not recognized as Alice.”

“Okaaay. And how does that happen?” Gregor asks slowly.

“Someone wanted you here?” You offer with a shrug, “Or, well, if not you then someone like you.”

“But…why?”

“Well, they probably wanted to replace you with a changeling, to have a member of the court within your family.” You offer with a shrug, as you finally stop in front of the barely visible opening that leads back to the mortal realm, “Here.”

“...that was quick.”

“Will you be offended if I tell you that Wonderland doesn’t want you?” You ask sheepishly.

He shoots you a look, and then grins, “Not at all. I don’t really want to be here either.”

“That’s too bad,” You jump and Gregor shifts to place himself between you and the Hatter, who looks absolutely furious, “You’re coming with me. I’m not asking nicely.”

Gregor’s eyes go cold, “You can’t make me.” He replies, “I’m not a child you can bully around, or trick.” He says.

The Hatter falters, and she sneers, “Are you sure about that? Maybe I’ll just kill the little rabbit instead.”

Gregor glances down at you, and then over to the Hatter, and then back at you, and his face contorts with guilt, “Sorry, copikla. I’m taking the choice away from you.”

“You…what?” You yelp when he scoops you into his arms and flings himself into the portal. You hear the Hatter scream in rage, and then something hard slams into, the sensation of Wonderland magic ripping away from you, and you black out from pain.

*******

Three days later, you’re still not really sure what to do. The mortal realm is a lot like Wonderland, you suppose, just the rules are a little different. And the people in the palace seem to just accept that you’re not quite like them.

And you’re fine with that. The old man who lives in the tower is teaching you some gentle magic, though the most you can do is make rainbow sparks fall out of your fingers.

For the most part, you spend your time sitting next to Gregor’s hospital bed. His brothers tell you that he was attacked while in the city, and that no one knows who his attacker was. 

But they all reassure you that he’ll be fine, that he’s stronger than he looks. You ask, on the second day, if it’s to reassure themselves or you, because you know how strong he is.

You lift your head from your book when Gregor groans and his eyes open. He immediately rolls his head to the side, and he smiles brightly when he sees you, “-kinda miss the rabbit ears, copikla.” He mumbles.

You grin at him, “Well, what do you think about this version of me?” You ask, as you tuck your hair behind your, very human, ears.

He considers you for a moment, “Mesh’la,” He decides, “It’s better.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He reaches out and lightly brushes his fingers through your hair, “Very, very mesh’la.” He falls silent for a moment, “‘M sorry. I took your choice away from you.”

“The hatter would have killed me if you didn’t,” You reply lightly, “And I never would have been able to pick. So I’m not mad.”

“Mm. What do you think of the Mortal Realm?”

You scrunch up your nose, “It’s not very bright.”

Gregor laughs, “No. No it’s not. Do you think you’ll adjust?”

“The old man in the tower is teaching me magic. He says I think differently than him and his apprentice, so-” You shrug, “I think it was a compliment. Or maybe it was an insult, he was rubbing his beard the whole time.”

“That means that you’re going to become his junior apprentice.” Gregor replies easily, “He’ll help you figure things out.”

“And you won’t?” You asked.

“Of course I’ll help, mesh’la! You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He drops his arm, “Anything else interesting happen?”

“It’s only been three days, Gregor.” You reply, though you hesitate.

“Tell me.”

“A little boy whose parents work here in a palace fell into a coma, he’s five years old.” You explain.

Gregor sighs, “You think Wonderland found their new Alice?” He asks.

You nod mutely.

“Hm…What do you think will happen?”

“Either he’ll escape and wake up, or he’ll remain in the coma as the Red King, or he’ll die.” You shrug, “There’s nothing we can do about it. Wonderland, and the Faewild, is outside our reach now.”

“Yeah.” 

Gregor closes his eyes, and you stand and lightly kiss his forehead, “I’ll go get the healer, and your brothers. They’ve been worried about you.”

“Thanks, mesh’la.” He says with a small smile, as you leave the room.

You lean against the door as you step into the hallway. Things are going to be hard for you, and him, for a long time. It’ll take time for you both to heal, and for you to learn how things are supposed to be done. But you will, and so will he. For now, all will be well.

[dingochef]

Take Care

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Jake takes of El, even if it's from afar and while their relationship hangs in peril.

This is a one shot to my series Stepping to You Toe-to-Toe. Best read after Chapter 12: Cliche.

Masterlist

The moment Jake hangs up with Wolfie about calling in a favor to get Elsa a security system today, he is still plagued by the need to do something, something more to protect Elsa.

He wryly notes that Elsa would be half annoyed because she's said on more than one occasion, "I'm a grown ass woman who can and has taken care of herself, thank you very much." The other half would be secretly touched but the gesture. That stranglehold of sadness of just how much he's fucked things up with her closes in around his heart and he tries to push it away and think of something to he can fix right now.

He recalls her story about letting Creepy Bill have it and Millie backing her up. He knows Millie, she's Phoenix's aunt or something and has been at a few celebrations. He calls Phoenix.

"Come on, come on, pick up, he mutters to himself as he paces around the small kitchen.

Finally, a groggy voice answers, "Hangman, what the fuck do you want on a Sunday morning?"

"Good morning to you too, I need your Aunt Millie's number. "

Jake hears the absolute confusion in her voice,

"Why on earth do you want her number? Trying to move on after Elsa? I'm pretty sure Millie's wife Candace is going to have a few issues with that."

Phoenix's razor sharp wit doesn't take long to come online in the morning.

He gives her the fastest recap of the whole situation he can and finishes with,

"Millie probably has Bill's address."

"Figures creepy old man is involved. One, you're going to promise me that you'll bring someone with you capable of preventing you from beating this dude into a pulp and getting you court martialed. Two, don't think this is going to be enough to get back with Elsa. You know you have a looooooot of shit fix," she says, drawing out the o in a lot to a long syllable.

"I know, I just want to be able to do something, even if she never wants to see my face again," he pauses, the thought creating a deep ache in his chest, "Can you help me out?"

She sighs, it almost sounds like sympathy, and says,

"Yeah, I'll text it to you. Give me a quick sec to call her and let her know what's up."

"Thank you, Phoenix."

"Later Hangman," and then she adds a little more softly, "Good Luck."

He paces around the small house for five minutes trying to wait long enough to call Millie.

A text comes in from Phoenix.

Phoenix: Millie is pissed so she just gave me Bill's address with the promise you won't do anything stupid, I gave her an 85% guarantee on that.

Phoenix: Bill Wilson

8585 Saturna Court

La Jolla

Phoenix: DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!

Jake: Thank you.

He gets dressed quickly throwing on some jeans, a white t-shirt, and his bomber jacket. His next stop is Rooster's room. Jake doesn't spare the door when he raps on it to wake Rooster up.

"What that fuck, who is it?" Rooster groans.

"It's me, Hangman, get up. I need a favor from you."

"Fuck off," he shouts back.

"Rooster, this is the least you could do after the shit you pulled last night. It's about Elsa, some guy is stalking her."

"Fine, fine, let me put some god damn clothes on."

"Try to look intimidating."

"Yeah, ok." Rooster snorts.

A few minutes later he emerges wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. They're out the door and walking towards Jake's car. Jake starts the car and pulls away, headed off the island and towards La Jolla.

"So what's the deal and why do you need me to go with you?" He asks.

Jake runs him through the situation and gets him up to speed.

"So, we're going to go beat up some old guy who can't take a hint, or in this case a giant fucking billboard?"

"No, just more of a come to Jesus talk and to scare him a little bit. Phoenix made me promise to bring someone so 'I wouldn't do anything stupid.'"

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Basically just stand there and try to look intimidating, I'll do the talking."

"Okey dokey."

They find Creepy Bill's house and park at the curb. As they walk up to the house, Jake tells Rooster,

"Put your sunglasses on,"

Rooster snorts and points to the very overcast sky,

"It's for effect, dumbass."

Rooster rolls his eyes and complies.

As they stand on the small porch, Jake asks Rooster,

"Ready?"

He nods.

Jake gives three sharp raps on the door, not bothering with the doorbell.

There is a small amount of shuffling and then the door opens to a man in his 50s with slightly graying hair who is a couple of inches shorter than Jake or Rooster

"Are you Bill Wilson?" Jake asks.

The older man nods,

"Yes, that's me. What can I help you with?"

"You and I have a mutual acquaintance, Elsa Matthews."

He interrupts Jake and says,

"Oh yeah, Elsa, lovely girl."

He licks his lips subconsciously in a way that makes Jake's stomach turn. Jake takes a steadying breath and tamps down the overwhelming urge to grind this guy into a pulp.

"Here's the deal, Elsa is a friend of ours," he emphasizes the word friend and uses his thumb to point at himself and Rooster,

"And she made it known that despite giving a clear picture of how she sees you in her life, which is not at all, you keep pushing. We're not too happy with the stunt you pulled with the roses. Which by the way, she said were cliche as shit. So, Elsa has made it perfectly clear for you to stay away and you should be getting a piece of paper today from the police making that even more clear. I just want to add that Elsa has a lot of friends like us, especially a lot that live really close to her on Coronado Island and might not be as level headed next time you do something stupid. You got any questions, Billy boy?"

The old man has gone white in the face and manages to stutter out, "No, no. I get it."

"Good boy, you learn quick. I think we're done here." Jake turns around and motions to Rooster and he follows.

They get back in the car and Rooster speaks first as they pull away.

"I'm surprised, you actually held your shit together and didn't pummel him into the ground."

"Hah, he's a sad old man that thinks he bully his way into a woman's life, but when faced by any real man he's a total chicken shit."

"I gathered that, so now what? You going to go to Elsa and be her knight in shining armor to redeem yourself?"

"No, she doesn't need to know about this. I said I'd give her space and unlike that asshat back there I respect that. I just thought if I could do one last thing for her, I could feel a little better for being a giant asshole and ruining a good thing."

"Shit dude, you're in love with this girl. Huh, never thought I'd see the day Hangman fell in love. Can I buy a ski lift ticket in hell now?"

"First of all, fuck off, Rooster. Two, who wouldn't fall for Elsa, she's smart and funny as get out, a genuinely good person, hot as hell, and just gets me. Like me, Jake, not Hangman, just Jake."

Rooster let's put a low whistle,

"Oh shit, this is real," he pauses, "I'm starting to feel a little bit bad about telling her about the bet, a little bit," he holds his fingers a tiny bit apart. He continues, "What about her? Is the feeling mutual?"

"God, I hope so. I see these moments where she's unguarded about something and I can feel her being vulnerable and then it's gone. She's been hurt before, I can tell. I've got to earn her love.'

"Well good luck dude, just because we've had this little talk doesn't mean I like you any more and or I won't stop secretly hoping you crash. But you and I both know she deserved to know the truth."

"Fair, funny thing is that I was already planning to try again and then you laid down that stupid bet and I agreed it. A decision I hope won't haunt me for the rest of my life."

They arrive back at the house they're sharing and get out. Jake leans over the car roof and says to Rooster,

"Don't worry about us becoming bros, the dislike remains mutual."

"Whatever, dude," Rooster sniffs and walks into the house.

Jake heads to his room and flops down on the bed. He pulls out his phone to send Elsa one last text. His heart pangs at the photo of her I set as the background, it's her in front of the B-29 where they talked about the nose art. He set it as his background as soon as he took jt. She is mirroring the pin up girl's arms holding them up and has pulled up one of her legs with the knee bent in front of her. Her bright smile shining through. He scrubs his face as he sighs and unlocks his phone and pulls up the text app.

Jake: Bill won't be bothering you anymore.

He puts his phone aside and decides to go for a run just for something to do. The run around base is quiet as it's a Sunday with little activity. Running as far as he can to feel exhausted Jake makes his way back to the house.

Jake showers and grabs something to eat and sits on the couch turning the TV mostly for the noise, something to fill his brain other than the replay loop of Elsa's face from the bar last night, her saying "I do, Lieutenant" and the look in her eyes from yesterday in the car, and a quick succession of her laughing, the way she feels under his arm when they were cuddling on her couch, the feeling of waking up to her sleeping face, and what feels like a million more memories. He scrubs his face in frustration and keeps looking at his phone hoping that something will come through. Jake decides to read a book as a distraction, somewhere between the last murder and the brilliant detective monologue he must have fallen asleep.

Jake awakens to a gentle knock on our door, he gets up to open it and it's Lydia. He didn't realize he had gotten his hopes up in the five feet to the door that it would be Elsa. Rooster's room is dark, indicating he's not there.

"Hi Lydia, Rooster is out, but you're welcome to wait for him," Jake informs her.

"Yeah, he said he'd be about a half an hour but to just go on and meet him here," she replies.

Ever the polite host, Jake offers Lydia a drink. She chooses a beer and sits down on the armchair that makes up the second piece of the extravagant Navy issued living room set.

"So how's it hanging, Hangman?" she asks, knowing that he's heard that question a million times before. Jake decides to wave off a smooth response and replies,

"Not great and that's mostly your boy's doing."

"What'd he do? Short sheet your bed, put itching powder in your jockstrap," she pauses, "Wait do guys even really use those ever?"

"No nothing that juvenile, he talked his big mouth and told Elsa about I bet that I took and called off and she is understandably pissed off at me."

Lydia stops mid sip,

"Wait, what do you mean a bet you took and called off. Explain, and how does that involve Elsa?"

"Rooster bet me I couldn't get into Elsa's bed within a week from the night she blasted me at the Hard Deck. The thing was that I was already trying to figure out a way to contact her."

Lydia snorts,

"You're not the first one to become entranced by Elsa, but you might be the only one to get murdered by her and actually come back. So, the bet, you said you took it, why?"

He sighs,

"Because I am apparently a very stupid man who is easily goaded into doing stupid things by your boy, Rooster."

"I gathered that," she says dryly, sipping her beer.

"I didn't collect on it when Phoenix announced loudly that I'd woken up at a girl's house and Rooster confirmed it was Elsa's. I regretted taking the bet as soon as I said yes. I hope I don't regret it for the rest of my life."

Lydia sighs,

"I'll deal with Rooster, although this giant pile of dog shit you have to climb out of is entirely your doing." Jake nods in agreement.

"I'm more pissed Rooster fucked up something that good for Elsa, forget you, no offense." Jake shrugs the comment off.

She pauses for a long moment and looks off to her side, sucking in a deep breath she says,

"I'm going to tell you something about Elsa that she probably hasn't told you. She doesn't open her heart easily."

"I know that, there's these moments when I see these glimpses of her, really her, and then she shuts the door and changes the subject."

"Good, you're at least aware of that, that's a good start. Did you know that Elsa was engaged once?"

"No, she didn't talk about that."

"Yeah, it's not really something she likes to relive. She was engaged to this guy, Liam, who worked with her at SpaceX. She thought it was the real deal and they were living together. She came up with an amazing new design for getting satellites out of the rocket that made things way more efficient, like a solid make your career kind of innovation. The bastard beat her into work on Monday and presented the designs as his own. She only found out because she walked in on the end of the meeting. He didn't get why it was a big deal.''

Jake's eyes widen at that thought, to know Elsa was to know how proud she was of her work and the impact it has on the world. He couldn't think of a quicker way to kill off a relationship with her than to degrade, not value, not respect her work, her amazing brain, basically her. What a fucking idiot.

"She dumped his ass, told her boss everything, quit her job, packed up her shit from their apartment, left him his shitty ring, and drove back to Michigan that day."

"Holy shit, she doesn't mess around. Then she moved here."

"Yeah, and she's had a few relationships, but they've ended when guys get insecure because she's like a 1000 times smarter than them, or that fact she makes more money than them, stupid ego stuff. It just made her harder and she protects her heart."

"So, why are you telling me all this?" Jake asks.

Lydia sighs again,

"Because maybe I'm a hopeless romantic, but mostly because there's been a spark in Elsa and a joy I haven't seen in her for years. For some reason, you, perhaps one of the most egotistical guys on the planet, actually makes her happy. I thought if you knew some of her background you might be able to dig yourself out of this epic hole you've dug for yourself."

She goes on,

"I know you want to run to her and confess your soul to her, but let me repeat, give her space to think. You push too hard, you'll just push her away. If you get a second chance, don't fuck it up because if you break her heart again I will hunt you down and make your balls into earrings." The last sentence is said with such deadly seriousness, that Jake doesn't doubt Lydia's intent for a second.

"Thank you, Lydia. This helps, it helps a lot."

Rooster has chosen this moment to appear, his face lights up at the sight of Lydia and then turns to confusion as he sees the look on her face.

Jake takes that as his cue to leave and escape to his room, as soon as he shuts the door, Lydia says, in a deadly tone,

"Bradley Fucking Michael Bradshaw, you've got some shit to explain."

"Umm, babe what are you talking about?" The alarm in his voice is apparent and Jake is glad he is getting his ass chewed out.

"I heard about a bet you laid down about Elsa, my best friend for 15 fucking years, and then decided to tell her about last night."

There is a long pause as Rooster thinks up a battle plan. He says slowly,

"Yes, there was a bet that Hangman technically won, but that he called off."

"And that bet was?" Lydia asks him, waiting for him to answer.

"That he could get in Elsa's pants in a week."

"First of all, how gross. I get the stupid betting, but on that it's just disgusting. Second of all, Jake said he was already wanting to see Elsa again before the bet, but he let his ego lead him instead of his brain and he took it. He's got to clean up his mess, that's on him for that colossally terrible mistake. I'm more pissed at you that you would deliberately ruin what is or was turning into something good for Elsa. That girl has had some serious heartbreak and for some reason Hangman has been good for her."

Rooster has moved into full apology mode,

"Babe, I am so sorry. Let me make it up to you."

He is shuffling through the usual playlist of apologies trying to find something that sticks.

Lydia cuts him off,

"Rooster, you're a smart guy," Jake snorts where he is leaning against the door at that statement,

"You can't tell me you haven't seen a difference in Hangman. You can tell the boy is stupidly falling in love, why would you ruin that for anyone? You guys are supposed to have each other's backs up in the air, why would you do something that shitty down here?"

"I don't know."

Lydia sighs,

"Well, think about it, Rooster, I'm going home. Maybe we'll talk later."

The door opens and softly closes. Jake sprints to his bed and lays down like he hasn't been listening with his ear to the door. He expects Rooster to come barging in to start a fist fight, instead all Jake hears is the door to his room shutting quietly and the house is eerily silent.

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