#especially when you’ve eaten that food before with no problems

[plague-of-insomnia]

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[toasttt11]

adopting

July 7, 2022

Vera walked down the hallway towards the Devils room in the Arena where she was was meeting back up with Nico, having joined Nico for the weekend for the 2022 NHL Draft.

She walked through the door in the Devils suite that she knew some of the people drafted were here and some of their families, anyone from the devils team that was here and she knew Nico was inside.

Suddenly a body fell right into making her stumble back quickly catching her self from falling to the floor, she couldn’t tell who it was but that they were quite tall, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, that was totally my fault.”

Vera looked up seeing the first pick of the New Jersey Devils this year, Simon Nemec rambling looking incredibly nervous and worried, “Kid, your all good i promise. No worries.”

“Are you sure?” Simon still looked incredibly nervous especially since he knew exactly who she was. Vera Hischer one of the best skaters ever, and an eight time olympic gold medalist.

“I promise.” Vera gave him a soft smile, “Oh! are you in rush?” Vera quickly moved to the side of the door thinking that’s why he fell into her was because he was rushing.

Simon cheeks got red, “No i wasn’t trying to leave i was trying to throw my trash away and i tripped.”

Vera smiled nodding, “Makes sense.”

Nico walked over to his sister, “There you are Schwöschterli!” Nico kissed the top of her head, “Oh Hello Simon i see you’ve met my little sister.”

Simon shyly nodded.

“Hi Neeks.” Vera smiled at her older brother, “Congratulations by the way Simon.”

“Oh! Thank you.” Simon smiled softly feeling like Vera was one of the few people who truly meant that.

“Here.” Vera pulled out her phone pulling up her contacts handing her phone to Simon, “Why don’t you put your phone number in, If you need anything don’t hesitate to text, i’m around Jersey a lot.”

Simon eyes widened looking at her shocked she just smiled and nodded towards her phone, he quickly typed in his phone number and handing it back to her, “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem kiddo.” Vera smiled enjoying meeting him, she quickly sent a text to the number so Simon had her number before putting her phone away, “Now have you eaten yet?”

Simon shook his head feeling his stomach growling having not been able to eat before the draft and the day is almost over.

Vera sent a nod to her brother before walking closer to Simon holding her hand close to his arm looking at him for contest, Simon nodded and Vera gently put her hand onto his arm gently leading him to the long table of food, “The Devil always have the best food at their events especially the Draft.”

Simon looked at the older women curiously, “Have you been to a lot of NHL Drafts?”

Vera hummed grabbing two plates and handing one to Simon, “Yes this is my third one!”

Simon grabbed all the same foods he was watching Vera put on her plate before following her like a puppy to a table Nico was already sitting at talking to someone who was standing next to the table.

Vera patted the chair next to her and Simon quickly sat next to her and took a bite of her taco’s he grabbed, his eyes widen and a delighted sound came from him.

Vera laughed softly smiling handing Simon a napkin knowing the tacos can be very messy, “Good right! I’ve found where they get these from and they have a location right by the Devils arena.”

Simon shyly smiled whipping his face, “Really?”

“Mhm! I’ll have to show you when you come out there.” Vera smiled starting to eat her food, missing the touched look on Simon face before he continued to eat.

The two talking for the rest of the night and Nico who was sitting near them knew Vera just took Simon her under her wing, and wouldn’t be surprised to be seeing Simon around a lot more.

[mad-maximoff]

Sleepless Nights

Milf!WandaXReader

Summary: Just a short quickly written fic about Milf Wanda🤤

Warnings: Lactation Kink, breastfeeding, fingering (giving/receiving) language

Word Count: 2,334

*I had a fanfic idea a couple of days ago and have been working on this all week, so now I'm finally going to bed! :') I'm still working on part 3 to If I Can't Have You No One Can, though! I have to make an abbreviation for that title lol*

“Oh please! Please, please, please! Billy! Go back to sleep!” Wanda held one of her sons in her arms, cradling him back and forth in a circular motion.

“Honey if you keep rocking him like that, your gonna make both of us sick.” You sat on the couch, surfing through different channels looking for something to entertain the both of you on these late nights with the boys.

“Y/n. Billy just won’t stay asleep, I don’t know what has gotten into him today. Tommy is sleeping like a fucking rock!” Wanda huffed, blowing a strand of her curly red hair out of her face.

“Maybe it’s because you keep picking up your favourite child for a feeding and you wake him up.” You arose for the divot you created in the cushion swiping the baby from Wanda’s arms.

“Billy is not my favourite child Y/n! I have no favourites! What are you doing? Give him back! He hasn’t eaten all day!” Wanda reached over to whisk Billy from your arms but was halted by your elbow pushing her away from the crib.

“No, you already pumped this morning. I fed him when you were in the shower and when you had your little convo with Agnes after supper. He’s fine.” You whipped yourself around facing Wanda head-on. She was tired. Her eyes were heavy, her floral vest was covered in dried on baby food and the white turtle neck was soaked in something wet you couldn’t quite make out.

“B-b-but he ate twice today! That’s not like him! He eats at least three or four times!” You forced her to sit down beside you, working out the tension in her shoulders near her neck.

“Honey, he ate twice with me and twice with you. I think the little bugger is full.” You chuckled to yourself still working on the kinks near her neck.

“Full! He’s full?!? I’m fucking full Y/n!” She broke your hands away from her; unbuttoning her denim floral vest throwing it on the floor beside the couch. Her boobs looked especially big today, even in a white turtle neck which you always enjoyed seeing her in, today was different, however. You’ve seen Wanda naked countless times but that was before she had the twins. After the twins, you were lucky to even trace your fingers along with her panties.

She wasn’t done. Wanda pulled her turtle neck over her messy hair almost taking out her pink scrunchy. Her shirt was fairly thick so she got away with wearing a black lacey bra that held up a set of new globes bouncing all over the place.

“Look detka, I’ve swelled up so badly that even air touching my nipples is making me leak out.” Wanda clenched her biceps forward bringing her full breasts to the forefront. She was right too. Her lace on the bra started to glisten as a tiny bit of milk ran down to her belly button.

“Woah, that is a little bit of a problem now isn’t it.” You couldn’t help but drool over this moment. You haven’t seen your girlfriend nude since the boys were born. It has been weeks but to you, it felt like years.

“No shit Sherlock! Grab the pump! We can pump some of this out before they wake up.” Wanda motioned you to go to the kitchen.

You shot up sprinting to the kitchen when before you opened the door, you could hear the dishwasher going.

“Shit!” You muttered under your breath hiding your forehead against your arm.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” Wanda stood up placing her hands on her hips. You peered over at her seeing her infamous head tilt when she was mad. You knew fucked up, but who can resist Wanda glaring at you without a top on.

“I put the pump in the washer machine..sorry honey..” You tried to brush it off cool and casually until you saw your girlfriend's hormonal stress crash over her, Wanda’s tears crashed down harder than she did plobbing herself back to the couch.

“I can't take it anymore! I feel like I'm 200 pounds. I can't sleep! My tits ruin every outfit! And we haven't fucked in weeks! You probably can't stand to look at me anymore! No one wants a mom body..” Wanda was stressed by the way she kept fluffing her hair with her fingertips. She sat back down on the couch, hunching her back forward, resting her elbows on her thighs.

"Where in the fuck did you get a crazy idea like that huh? I love you, I love our boys. That your beautiful body beared. You are still beautiful Wanda. No matter what happens to you." You stood in front of Wanda; reaching down to raise her chin. Her head lifted. Her tears were finally appearing in the ducts of her eyes.

"You think that baby? You don't think I'm...you know..broken? Or used?" The tears trapped in her eyes created little beads rolling down her cheeks.

"Yes Wands, I truly think that. I love you, I love every being of you. You're not damaged goods sweetheart. Your the boy's strong mother, you're an Avenger." You let go of her chin trailing your finger down her neck to her shoulder, your finger intertwined with the thin black strap of her bra. Lifting the strap off her shoulder. "And...you are my sexy girlfriend. Always and forever." You knelt onto your knees, your head being the same height as her shoulder. Wanda sniffled, wiping her eyes clean of the tears.

"Well, thank you for making me feel better emotionally, but how in the hell are we going to fix this little issue." Wanda pointed down at her breasts almost busting out of her bra. Thousands of ideas ran through your mind while you were staring down at Wanda's chest. Your brain went numb when you noticed Wanda unclasping the back. Her hand flicked it over her shoulder letting it fall behind the couch. You have to help her any way you can right? You kept thinking, but the only idea that came to mind was a pretty big ask.

"I have one idea, but you might not like it beaut." You moved back onto the couch sitting shoulder to shoulder with her. "Anything will work. I'm so sore, I feel like I'm going to burst!" Her hands grasped underneath her expanded breasts. Her fingers clenched softly her skin. Her glowing skin was absolutely perfect. Her skin sparkled, it looked soft to the touch. More than usual.

"Well, you know how the boys won't eat?" Your palms were sweaty, you had no idea why this was so hard for you to say out loud. It sounded a lot confident in your head.

"Yeah, they won't even latch on. Why?" Wanda kept looking down at her chest with a spout drawn on her lips. Her eyes locked with yours as she caught on. "Oh...I think I know what you're saying now.."

You were caught on by surprise. Your expression told on you too, but maybe it wasn't on surprise. "You didn't read my mind. Right, Wanda?"

"Maybe...I could tell you were nervous..so that's why I had to unlock a little door." Wanda stood in front of yourself connecting both of your kneecaps together.

"Well, tell me exactly what I was thinking than smarty-pants." You slumped on the couch sinking deep into the caves of the couch.

"You want to suck my tits, right?" Wanda was too energetic for that sort of response. Almost like she was waiting for you to ask, giving you the right to come out and say it. Even if it wasn't said aloud.

"That was very enthusiastic." You were stunned watching the redhead smile ear to ear. She jumped for joy on the carpet in front of you.

"Of course! I'm in so much pain these couple of days, I have been waiting very patiently for your nervous ass to ask me. And now! Let's do this!" With no hesitation, she straddled your knees making her chest be eye-level with you.

"We better get it done fast before the boys become fussy." Wanda's eyes looked behind the stairs whipping her hair behind her shoulders.

You didn't have to say another word. Your lips pinned onto Wanda's blush-coloured nipple. You were right, it was soft. Her bud harden as your lips pursed not feeling soft anymore. Your brain had no control over your mouth any longer. Your cheeks squeezed together allowing her milk to enter your mouth. The taste was blissfully sweet. The spark of your senses was awakened once you allowed yourself to swallow the milk that filled your mouth. Wanda's breath cooed relaxing her shoulders. Her hands rose finger-combing through your hair up to your scalp.

"Oh god, I feel so much better already." Her whisper was faint.

Your hands had to go somewhere, your arms were becoming sore being placed stiffly on either side of your body. You let go of your stance guiding your tiny hands onto Wanda's pink pants. Your hands lead up to her thighs, using your thumbs to caress little circles in the inseam. Her legs clenched on yours. Wanda smiled whole-heartedly showing all of her pearl white teeth.

"Man, I haven't got a jolt like that since we first met Y/n. I thought you said you were only helping me?" You both knew you guys haven't had sex in 10 months. You tried to while Wanda was pregnant but with her hormones out of whack and her constant need to nest. It became hard to do anything.

You loosened your lips around her tightened wet bud, cumulating a mixture of your saliva and her sweet milk dripping down your chin. "I'd love to help you in others ways too Wanda baby." Your eyes met with hers noticing her lip curled up on one side. Her grin was sensual as if she knew all along with your intentions.

"One task at a time detka." Her grip on your scalp grew stronger pulling you back to her chest.

The endless stream of milk from Wanda's nipple began to dry up tasting nothing but your mouth. Without any thought, you unconsciously moved to her other nipple giving more of a gentle tug. You sensed Wanda's goosebumps across her body, fastening her grip on your scalp. A tiny gasp escaped her lips trying so hard to hold in a moan.

"Oh honey please, no teeth. I'm so sensitive." Her hands clasped prying your jaw down. Your hands had other plans venturing up her thighs to the buttons in the middle of her pants. Your tiny fingers threaded through one button unhooking the fabric from its home. Your hand pushed through her pants arriving at her panties. Your fingers traced the soft cotton. Your nail hooked onto the hem, letting your index and ring finger go into her. Her quiet sounds became a full moan. Your eyes peered up meeting Wanda's gaze. Her mouth lifted onto one side into a sharp grin.

"Go ahead Y/n. Touch me." Her hands released from your head, pushing down onto your shoulders creating a high amount of pressure.

Your hand just did that. Your wrist went numb dropping your hand further down. Her warmth illuminated without even touching her yet. You dipped your fingers through her folds knowing this kind gesture of yours was making Wanda extremely horny. Your middle finger sank into her center with ease. Wanda could not contain what came out of her mouth as you were still attached to her nipple.

You briefly unhooked your lips from her bud, brushing your face between her chest only leaving the feeling of your hot breath. She was sweaty, her boobs were still uneven. Wanda's whole body was reacting to your finger inside her. You turned your palm in a different direction letting your thumb to bend down circling her erected clit.

"Oh! Y/n! Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Wanda grabbed your elbow clenching her nails deeply into your skin leaving red.

"Fuck...you better be." Your hand moved again, thrusting your finger at a rapid speed. Wanda's nose crinkled letting her head fall back. Her walls tightened around your finger rocking her hips all over the place.

Her body took a sigh calming from the high. Your finger unslipped out of Wanda's pussy escaping her pink pants leaving a tiny wet spot at her crotch.

"Fuck...Y/n. We haven't done that in forever." Wanda slumped back on the couch wiping sweat of her brow.

"Too long Wands. Way too long." You prompted yourself against the living room coffee table sitting on your knees.

"I know Hunny-bunny. It's just been so hard with the boys. We've both have been so exhausted and worn down. You've been so patient too. I love you." She sighed giving you a playful smile. "Now. Are you going to finish this problem or will I just have one lop-sided tit?" Her chest was still exposed showing her right boob larger than the other. You jolted onto your feet ready to start all over again until the cries on the baby monitor blared beside the couch.

You two both laughed seeing the time on the clock.

"I think Billy's finally hungry." Wanda matched your height standing up from her seat.

"Well damn." You grinned being a little bit disappointed you couldn't finish her off. Wanda whisked over around the couch making her way to the staircase. "Oh and by the way Wanda.." She turned staring at you intently. "Yes, hun?"

"I love you too." You got too nervous blushing like you were a school girl. She giggled, making it up the landing.

"Good. Now go take out the trash." You hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave. Especially when she was running up the stairs topless.

"Yes ma'am!"

[lxvebun]

period pains

buns notes: it's been 500 years since I wrote something for JJK and it's the first time I'm writing for Yuta so it may be a little rusty. I hope you all enjoy it tho!!

content Yuta/Gojo/Toji/Sukuna x gender neutral reader. Fluff + comfort. Kissing. Tummy kisses. Neck kisses. Painkillers. Eating. Talk about cramps, dizziness, just common period problems. English is not my first language. Not entirely proofread.

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Yuta

He’s really sweet and attentive, especially on your period. You do have to guide him a bit with what you need from him and be very specific if he needs to buy something for you but other than that he does everything perfectly.  Yuta's most cherished comfort is physical affection, which is why he's extra affectionate during your period, trailing sweet kisses down your neck to your cheek, and pressing soft kisses on your stomach to soothe the cramps.Even if the kisses don't actually relieve your cramps, the hopeful look in his eyes and the soft smile on his face is still healing enough. If you have any sweet cravings, rather than buying it, he’ll buy the ingredients so the two of you can make it. it’s a way to distract you from the pain and curb your cravings at the same time. It works wonders. Making cakes and cookies together with the love of your life while soft music plays in the background and fresh air flows through the window makes any pain you were experiencing disappear

Gojo

Gojo takes great care of you when you’re on your period, even if he can't be there because he's at Jujutsu high. Gojo has a major sweet tooth so the fridge and cabinets are always stocked with the most expensive and tasty snacks. Really opening the fridge is like opening the door to a dessert store. Before he leaves for work he also makes sure you have enough painkillers, pads/tampons left, if not he’ll quickly buy some for you.  In addition to this, he also leaves a ton of colorful sticky notes all over the place, all with sickeningly sweet nicknames and random "gojo facts," and of course, before he leaves, he sticks one on your forehead after kissing it.

To distract you a little bit from the pain, he texts you throughout the day with reminders, silly pictures of himself or very random close-ups of Nanami and Megumi. When he gets home, even if he had a rough day, he’s still very attentive. He'll make sure you’re drinking enough water and holds you when the cramps or dizziness gets worse. He's good at calming you down when that happens.  While he rests your head on his lap, he will turn on your favorite movie, gently trail his fingers down your spine and occasionally draw invisible hearts and flowers shapes on your back, which leads to him trying to distract you from the cramps by making you guess what he is drawing,,,and then tells you you guessed wrong even if you were right because he's a menace like that<3

Toji

He’s amazing at handling your period. Whether you experience cramps, lightheadedness, sensitive headspace, or mood swings, don't worry, Toji will take care of you. He will get you anything you need and is not at all opposed to buying you period products. He knows your favorite items by heart at this point. He knows exactly what packaging to buy, what painkillers help the most, your food cravings, etc. When you tell him you've gotten your period, he presses a kiss on your forehead before heading to the store and coming back with a huge bag of everything you could need.

Toji is really good at coaxing you into sleep so he sometimes coaxes you into taking a nap to help you with your pain.  After you’ve eaten and taken your painkillers, he'll carry you to bed and then put on an ambience noise video, open a window, and make sure your heating pad isn't too hot before placing your head on his chest so you can fall asleep listening to his heartbeat. You always fall asleep within a few minutes like this. Toji doesn’t leave once you fall asleep nor does he join you for a nap either, he’s more so focused on your facial expressions and movement to see if you’re having a peaceful sleep. As soon as he detects that you're becoming restless, he starts pressing soft kisses on your forehead and smoothing his thumbs down your cheeks until you fall into a peaceful sleep again.

Sukuna

Sukuna becomes very a little worried and more protective than he already is when you're on your period. He hates seeing you in pain, especially when there is nothing he can do to make it stop. Usually, if something is bothering you, he will deal with it in his own special way violence but that is not something he can do here. He will do whatever you ask and get you anything you need. You need a heating pad? Luckily for you Sukuna runs very hot. Is it because he's so incredibly handsome or is it because he’s from hell? Who knows all that matters is that you can use him as your personal heating pad. Simply grab his arm and drop it on your stomach. He'll get the message, and if you're okay with it, he'll even give you a massage to alleviate the pain. He will get you any stuff you need, though he is a little wary of mortal medication, so he will avoid giving that to you unless you ask him to get you some. He also fears you'll choke on it, so when you're with him, the only way you'll get painkillers in your system is when he spoon feeds you yogurt or pudding laced with powdered aspirin. it's a little odd but also kinda sweet in a way. Sukuna makes your period a little more bearable but do be prepared to have him loom over you 24/7👁

thank you for reading bunnies!<3

[writingseaslugs]

Scarabia: Reader Who's Scared of Storms

So I have no idea if Kalim used to be scared of storms or not, but honestly, he comes across as someone who was jumpy as a kid when a storm came around. Ever experienced a storm in a desert? Terrifying.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia (You’re Here) | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Reader Who’s Scared of Storms

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is the one running to you, telling you that there’s going to be a storm coming in soon. He’s fine with the rain; that’s his signature spell. Thunder and Lightning, though…he hates it. He’s not terrified of it like when he was a kid, but he still hates it. That’s when you inform him that you are still petrified and Kalim is having a moment. He’s grabbing your arm and telling you that you guys could be storm buddies and hang out when there’s a storm so you two won’t be so worried over it. It’s cute, and a great idea since Kalim is always bright and sunny.

He is just going off of what his family and Jamil would do for him whenever there was a storm. A blanket and some music will be playing as he invites you into a giant pillow fort. You two will be lying down, talking about the day while a movie is playing in the background. He’ll be telling you all his favorite parts of said movie and basically spoiling it, but it is endearing, to say the least. To make matters better, Jamil will know if there’s a storm and will have made a few finger foods for you two to share.

You’re being invited over once he hears there’s going to be a storm. Sleepovers are an instant cure for these things, especially because he is amazing at cuddling. Not to mention the nice silks and large bed can put you to ease pretty fast. Kalim’s hand will be on some part of your body as he talks to you until he sees you relax and fall asleep. He’ll leave a small kiss on your forehead before nuzzling closer and falling asleep as well.

Jamil Viper

Jamil finds out without ever seeing how scared you really are. He’ll just be going on about his childhood, how Kalim used to be petrified of storms and how he still isn’t a fan. He’ll comment how he’s happy he doesn’t have to baby him any more during the storm and notice how awkward you look. His smile will fall to be gentler, and he apologizes if he’s offended you; then he’ll explain he didn’t like babying Kalim during storms but would have no problem watching over you if you’d like. It’s sweet, but you can see him itching to tease you a little later.

Not only has he grown up making sure Kalim was taken care of during storms, but also his little siblings. He knows every single trick in the book and will even find some noise-canceling headphones and pop it on for you. He’ll find himself just taking you everywhere with him as well. If he needs to cook while it’s going wild outside, he’ll grab you and put you on the counter so he can keep an eye on you and do his duties. He’ll comment on how cute you were when you’re all jumpy, and if you have the headphones on, he’ll wait till you’re distracted with your eyes closed and then graze his hand over your thigh to watch you jump again.

Jamil always checks the weather, so he knows what to prepare for, so when he sees it’ll be storming, he’s messaging you to come over for the night and to bring your comfort items. He’ll have some of your favorite snacks waiting for you and dragging you to his room, making sure the curtains are covering all the windows. Once you’ve eaten and had something warm to drink, he’ll talk to you about seemingly nothing important until you fall asleep against his chest. He’ll just bring you over to his bed and do his nightly duties before joining you and curling into you. If you wake up, you’ll likely find your face against his chest and his hand running over your back as he tells you to go back to sleep and that you’re alright.

[admirableadmiranda]

is lan zhan a vegetarian or is this fanon? i know the cloud recess food seems to be all vegetables, but jingyi is eating chicken later in the book and wei ying even dreams about him and lan zhan having fish.

I believe he’s vegetarian when in the Cloud Recesses. One of their first rules ever mentioned is “killing is forbidden within the Cloud Recesses”, which makes eating fresh meat on clan grounds a real challenge. He eats with Wei Wuxian with no problems or mentions of diet restriction, and as you’ve said Wei Wuxian dreams about them having fish together and Jingyi enjoys himself some chicken later.

It’s probably more like a rare treat for them that they have when they leave the clan grounds. There’s no actual restriction on eating meat, but in practice, it would be difficult to maintain in their world setting with no grocery stores and refrigerators to get meat home quickly before it starts to spoil. Most meat that people ate before the advent of refrigeration was either salted and dried long in advance to preserve it, or eaten within the same day it’s killed just so people don’t get sick from spoiled meat.

It’s fanon, but I get why people go with it, since the Lan clan was founded by a Buddhist priest and their formative rules are all based on temple conduct. Especially in modern aus where people no longer have the practicality challenge of when and how to eat and prepare meat, having him be vegetarian is a way to tie back into his canon elements once more.

I hope that helps clarify!

[queenofbaws]

Hey! May I request number 41 for Chris x Ash x Josh, please?

six(ish) sentence weekend ;P

“Know what I like most about s’mores? There’s no fuckin’ them up. It’s impossible. Literally impossible.” In the same way a judge might bang a gavel to signify the end of an especially intense court hearing, Josh slapped the top graham cracker onto his s’more, effectively cracking it clean down the middle. “Literally. Impossible,” he repeated, very nearly eating the whole thing in one bite.

Between them, the fire pit crackled and marshmallows toasted (a significantly quieter affair). Other than that, there was silence.

And then, when he simply couldn’t take it any longer, Chris spoke up. “The hell are you talking about, man?”

Oh, this had the makings of a debate - a stupid, pointless, shouty debate - so Ashley kept her lips zipped. For the time being, at least. She had to see who was drawing what lines in the sand before she threw her hat into the ring, after all. She was nothing if not diplomatic.

“The hell you mean, the hell I mean?” Josh asked through a mouthful of melted chocolate, his voice thick and goopy until he swallowed. “They’re nature’s perfect food.”

...okay, maybe she couldn’t stay out of it. “Nature,” Ashley repeated quietly. “Nature.”

“They are,” he continued, holding up the itty-bitty remaining sliver of his own, “Perfect. Un-fuck-up-able. Graham crackers? Boring but okay. Chocolate? Also boring on its own, most of the time, but preferable to veggies, right? Marshmallows? Delicious. Joyously so. Put all three of ‘em together?” He popped it into his mouth and made a point of crunching it between his molars as loudly as possible. “Perfect.”

“I-I-I’m not gonna sit here and argue with you on the deliciousness of the s’more. I’m simply not going to do that. My problem is how you keep saying you can’t fuck them up, when clearly - ”

“You can’t.”

“They are so easy to fuck up!”

“You’re a fool.”

“They’re the easiest thing to fuck up!”

“A damned fool.” Without moving any other part of his body, Josh swiveled his head towards Ashley, blinking once with slow derision. “You hearing this bullshit? You’re just gonna sit there and let your dumbass boyfriend shout at me like this? Me? Your better boyfriend?”

Her eyebrows crept upwards, as did the corners of her lips. “Oooh no. I’m not saying a word,” Ashley laughed, stabbing a couple of fat marshmallows onto her stick, holding it out over the fire. “Not. A. Word.”

“Traitor.”

Chris was undeterred. He just kept going, muttering some iteration of “Impossible to get right” as he struggled with his own marshmallows, trying to assemble a s’more with his roasting stick squeezed between his knees as he unwrapped more chocolate. It was a close call for a second there, him almost dropping the whole mess onto the porch, but if there was one time or place where Christopher Hartley managed to get his shit right, it was where snacks were involved. When finally he held his own s’more in his (very sticky) hand, he brandished it in Josh’s direction. “Have you ever eaten anything - anything! - that claims to be s’mores flavored?”

He sniffed once. “S’mores. Yeah. Next question.”

“No. No, don’t you start that shit. I mean...granola bars. I mean candy bars. I mean Pop Tarts. I mean...”

“Didn’t Starbucks have a - ”

“Yes! I’m talking frapps - thank you Ash.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m talking milkshakes. I’m - ”

Though it was a party foul of the highest order, Josh shoved his hand into the bag of marshmallows, grabbed a handful, and launched them halfheartedly at Chris’s face. “We get it. Jesus Christ, Cochise, I’m growing a beard over here! If you’re trying to make a point, God help me, I’m not seeing it. Now, if you’re just wanting to list all the foods you’ve eaten in your life, that’s another story, I’ll listen to that all day long. I’ll ask you use a sexier voice, maybe let me get a little more comfortable, but...”

To be fair, not a single one of the marshmallows would’ve hit Chris. Not a single one. He ducked all the same, though, leaning hard to one side like what he was dodging was knives and not puffed sugar particles. “What I’m saying...is that other than literal s’mores, s’mores like this precious gift I am currently holding in my ha - hey!”

Ashley shrugged as she yoinked said s’more from him, taking a bite of it as her other hand continued to turn her roasting stick. “You weren’t eating it, sooo...”

“You guys really suck at making me feel welcome, safe, and valid, you know that? You really, really do.”

“Should I ring up HR maybe? Lodge a complaint?” Josh had just enough time to pop his thumb and pinky finger out and bring them to his ear before Chris regained his train of thought.

“Anything other than a real s’more that claims to taste like a s’more does not, in fact, taste like a s’more. It is absolutely impossible. It has not happened once in the history of the world. Therefore, s’mores are fuck-up-able, and I’ll raise you this, sir - they are fuck-up-able to the highest degree!”

That time, there was no waiting before Josh turned Ashley’s way, leaning his elbow on the armrest of his fold-out lawn chair. “Maybe I should ring up HR and lodge a complaint, whaddya think?”

“I think your marshmallow’s on fire, dork.” When he frowned, she simply flicked her eyes towards the fire and he swore, all but flinging his burning marshmallow out of the fire. “I also think,” she added, still contently nibbling Chris’s s’more as she turned her own marshmallows in the fire, “I’m never making s’mores with you weirdos again.”

[desaiwelch14]

Acid Reflux: Use These Tips To Get Relief

Living with acid reflux disease can literally be a pain. Constantly experiencing heartburn, and chest or throat pain after every meal is enough to drive anyone mad. Luckily, the article below has some easy tips that can help prevent the onset of these symptoms. Read through them and learn how you can combat your acid reflux. Don't just assume your acid reflux is a fact of life or consequence of your active lifestyle. If you find yourself suffering through frequent bouts of discomfort related to acid reflux, see your doctor. It may be something you ate or an indication that you need to slow down in life, but it could also be something else you need to take care of. It is important to avoid vigorous exercise if you deal with GERD. When you are compressing the stomach violently, you'll find that acid makes its way up into your esophagus. Instead, engage in moderate activity which helps you lose weight, stay in shape and yet ensures that acid stays where it belongs. While vinegar tastes great on salads or french fries, anyone with acid reflux should avoid eating it. Vinegar, along with citrus fruit and tomatoes, is high in acid, and the more acid you eat, the more acid will return up your esophagus and cause you pain and discomfort after meals. Keep track of the foods that might be causing your acid reflux. Reflux sufferers often have a trigger food that can really aggravate symptoms. If you can identify the problematic ingredient, you can avoid that food throughout the day, especially around dinnertime. Sometimes, there is فروشگاه نوزاد that can be done to prevent acid reflux disease. This is why you need to learn of what you can do when an attack occurs. Try drinking cold milk or eating some cracker or bread. These remedies help by reducing the amount of acid that comes up through the esophagus. Certain foods cause acid reflex more than other foods. Keeping a diary of your eating habits can help you understand when acid reflux is at its worst. After you've eaten, if you begin to feel acid reflux symptoms, write down what you ate, what the symptoms are, and how they are affecting you. Reflux may be so painful that it may seem like a heart attack. Never ignore serious chest pains. You could be experiencing a heart attack. Talk to your doctor about your options. Misdiagnosis would be horrible, and you don't want any serious health issues. Try raising your bed's frame. Raise your bed up for your top half using items like heavy books or bed risers. Aim to have the head of the bed six inches higher when compared to the foot. Raising your head is a good way of keeping the acid in your stomach. The food you consume each day will make a difference in your reflux. Avoiding acidic foods, peppers, greasy foods and alcoholic beverages could help. These foods and drinks could be causing the problem. Also, avoid eating مقالات پزشکی than three hours before you bed time. Going to bed with a full stomach could make for a rough night and morning. Consume small meals, and do so frequently. If you often find yourself eating just one or two large meals per day, this can actually increase your risk of acid reflux. When you eat to much it puts pressure on your sphincter; this in turn causes it to open. This, in turn, could cause acid to leak up into the esophagus, which is what causes heartburn. Try eating smaller meals frequently during the day instead. If you suffer from acid reflux should try to limit the amount of beverages that you consume with your meals. The liquid will increase stomach distension and will add volume to your food. This puts more pressure on your esophagus. When there is more pressure on your esophagus, it is harder to keep your food down. You are not alone in your fight against acid reflux. In fact, about a third of Americans have acid reflux. Unfortunately, most do not know how to fight off this condition. Don't suffer in silence, instead be sure to use the tips mentioned in the article above. You won't regret it.

[stingrayvilla]

Top 8 reasons Expats leave Cozumel

There’s no denying that Cozumel is an amazing place to live and visit. People are friendly and the food is delicious. Also, the culture is fascinating, and the climate is ideal for many types of tourism. However, as an ex-pat on Cozumel, you’ve likely experienced moments of frustration, confusion, and even depression. It may be difficult to understand at first, but the reason you feel this way is that you’re not living the life you want. Here are the top 8 reasons Expats leave Cozumel.

This happens when ex-pats experience the negative side of living on Cozumel, such as the lack of job opportunities, crime and corruption, and the language barrier.

Life in Cozumel is more challenging than when you arrived on the island, as the honeymoon is now over. Some people might think about all the comforts of their country, which they are missing. Follow this rabbit hole long enough, and you’ll be right in the center of a spiral tunnel that will lead straight to the bottom of a pit called the ex-pat blues.

The reasons for taking the jump in relocating to Cozumel vary and may change over time. For some relocations, the reasons for leaping are constant, while some are more relevant to what is going on in their lives now, or in their personal and societal circles. Some people move for financial, climate, political, or personal reasons. Many ex-pats decide to move abroad for the right reasons, and some for the wrong reasons.

Expats can face difficulties early in the relocation process and, for others, difficulties may grow.

Before taking the leap and investing the much-needed time, work, and money for relocation and residency costs, you must understand it’s not for everyone. You will find out after the emotions settle and the reality sets in this may have been a poor decision.

Language

You may find out you can’t or don’t want to grasp the language to assimilate into the culture and way of life of Cozumel. Mexicans are very family and community-oriented and it is very hard to break into their social circles without being fluent enough to be conversational.

Health

Over the years, your health has been fantastic. You’ve eaten well, exercised often, and had a few minor ailments. But as you age, your health will become an issue. You’ll be susceptible to the common aches and pains of old age, and some of the more serious diseases that come with it.

Family (especially for the grandchildren)

Many people have a unique experience with their family because they are born and raised in the same place. When you move away from home, you often find yourself in new and exciting situations, but you are also often away from your family, who may resent your absence. This may make you feel you are missing out on your family’s life.

Feeling overwhelmed by the challenges and demands of new environments.

Cozumel’s infrastructure, scheduling services, and governmental red tape can be extremely frustrating for Expats.

Isolation and loneliness

This is tied to language issues, cultural differences, and feeling cut off from society. Another issue unique to expats is the “revolving door” aspect of their communities. People always eventually leave these environments, as well as new people entering.

Boredom

Expats can feel burnt out and “stuck” on Cozumel. Drinking alcohol frequently to help you relax can be a quick fix, but it can also lead to further problems if you don’t stop when you feel you’ve had enough. With the ubiquity of social media, it can be easy to fall into social isolation or become overly focused on Social media.

Money

Money is a problem on Cozumel for retirees on lower fixed pensions and younger Expats who need to work. They find out not everything on Cozumel is cheaper. Electricity, electronics, and imported goods are more expensive than in the USA. These transplants have a tough time learning to adjust from a tourist budget to a full-time resident budget Also, there is a frustration of paying gringo prices for almost everything. There also is the frequent exposure of being taken advantage of monetarily.

Familiarity

Expats long to be in a place where their language is dominant and have familiar food & restaurant choices. Some miss the 4 seasons and others would like to worship in their first language.

And lastly, many who move to Cozumel have problems or issues they have not dealt with before they move, and find out these don’t disappear when you cross the border. This is the main culprit of it all, all the above issues resulting from that. Coming here doesn’t mean your inner issues are gone, just because you run away from home!

We hope this information helps you with your travels – Stingray Villa

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[petculiars]

Dog’s Poop Turns Yellow After Eating Chicken & Rice

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Dog’s Poop Turns Yellow After Eating Chicken & Rice

Has your dog eaten a diet of chicken and rice and all of a sudden his poop has turned neon-yellow? It might help to know that this is very normal in general, especially if you’ve made this change as a way of helping your dog get over some diarrhea episodes.

If you’d go on Google for a simple search you’d notice that there are quite a few other dog owners that had this exact same issue and stressed over nothing. You could still talk to your vet, just to make sure that the yellow poo isn’t a secondary sign of an underlying health problem.

Chicken & Rice – A Cure for Diarrhea

One of the first steps an owner will have to take to help their dog get through diarrhea is to switch the pet’s diet to a bland chicken and rice one. This is one of the first things vets will tell you to do if your dog has an upset stomach.

You might also like my articles on how to make your dog poop, why dogs whine, and why puppies breathe fast.

One of the best qualities of rice is that the soluble fiber in it will absorb parts of the water content that goes through the gastrointestinal tract, making it a great treatment again diarrhea in dogs. It should help stabilize the runny poop of a dog and get it to a more balanced consistency. Most types of white rice also have binding properties that would give the dog’s stool a firmer texture.

Keep in mind that brown rice isn’t known to have the same characteristics. Due to it not having the same binding agents, although it is more nutritious than white rice, it won’t help fix your dog’s diarrhea issues.

Also, remember that you should only give your dog boiled chicken and rice for a while. As soon as the dog gets better, he should be moved to a more normal diet, to ensure he gets all of the nutrients he needs, and to avoid any other issues due to nutrient deficiencies. Before transitioning to a normal diet, make sure you ask your vet what your dog should eat.

Why is Your Dog’s Stool Turning Yellow?

There are several factors that can influence a change in your dog’s stool color. One example is parasites like whipworms or similar worms in the dog’s intestinal tract. A sudden change in the dog’s diet could also trigger a reaction.

If you plan to give chicken to your dog for the first time, you should make sure that the dog isn’t allergic to this food. Although you might not know this, chicken is actually one of the foods that most commonly lead to allergic reactions in dogs, according to the experts from WebMD. When experiencing an allergic reaction to certain foods, one of the most common symptoms in dogs is diarrhea.

So is there anything, in particular, you should do when you notice that your dog’s stool is turning yellow right after giving him chicken and rice? The first thing you should do is keep your dog under observation for a while to make sure he isn’t developing any worrying symptoms. If your dog seems healthy, doesn’t feature any other symptoms, and is acting like he used to, then the change in poop color, even if going towards orange, might just be an effect of the dietary change.

If instead, you notice that your dog features all kinds of other side effects like vomiting or even a lack of appetite, then my advice is to contact a vet as soon as possible. YOu might be required to get a sample of the weird-looking stool to get a better understanding of what is behind the change of color.

[savagesavage51]

Some Of The Best Ways To Manage Your Diabetes

It's not easy to make lifestyle changes, especially if you've lived a certain way for most of your adult life. Though, when you have diabetes, you will have to start making those big changes to improve your health. Use some of powerful advice in the article below to make it easier to do what is best for your health. Diabetics MUST visit their doctor regularly to keep tabs on their blood sugar, weight, and medications. Your physician might know of a new treatment that could be useful to you, or see something in your blood work that indicates there is a problem. Having your doctor weigh you will also give you an accurate measurement of how well you're keeping your weight under control. Be careful with the medicines you choose when you have a cold, many are laden with sugar which can affect your blood sugar levels. Make sure you take this into account if you're keeping track of what you eat to maintain even blood sugar levels, or if your blood sugar mysteriously spikes. Test your blood sugar before bed if you are Diabetic. It's important to eat something if your sugar is low to make sure you'll be okay over the long night until the morning. If your blood sugar is just right then it's advisable to take a few bites of something to keep it up until you wake. Cut the trans fats out of your diet if you're diagnosed as a Diabetic. Trans fats cause heart disease, increase fat around your midsection, and lead to healthy people developing Diabetes. If you stop eating this less-than-healthy item you can help reduce your chances of developing heart problems early in life. It is important that you eat a lot of fiber in order to prevent diabetes. Fiber helps to prevent diabetes by stabilizing your blood glucose levels. You can get fiber from certain foods such as whole grains, nuts, beans, seeds, fruits and vegetables. You can also take a fiber supplement. One of the most important tips for anyone with diabetes to remember is to eat healthy foods. Eating healthy foods that are low in fat and sugar keeps your blood sugar levels in check. In MEDICALEQUIPMENT EXPO KERALA INDIA to this, it also keeps your body healthy, in shape, and at a normal weight. Find out what your blood glucose target levels should be and ensure that you're meeting them. Diabetes control means knowing what you're up against, so keep a journal with your goal numbers listed so you can easily see how well you're doing every day. Once you have your blood glucose under control you'll feel immensely healthier! Conditions like Gastroparesis can cause your stomach to empty itself of food more slowly than normal after you have eaten a meal. For diabetics, this can translate to unpredictable drops and spikes in blood glucose levels, which can then affect the way that you feel throughout the day. Consider speaking with your doctor about whether you should take your insulin later or sooner than the standard 45 minutes before a meal. Following the USDA Food Guide Pyramid will help you to live healthier with diabetes. The food guide pyramid was developed as a guide for healthy eating for everyone. It works for people with diabetes, too. The shape of the pyramid tells you how much to eat of different foods. If UPCOMING MEDICAL EQUIPMENT EXPO are diagnosed as a diabetic it may be in your best interests to carry around a glucose gel. You simply never know when your blood sugars will jump, and consequently, when you might need a quick rush of sugar to your body. Keeping it handy can and will save your life. If you feel that your medication is not working to control your diabetes, you may want to talk to your doctor about switching medications. There are a wide variety of different diabetic medications and what works for one person, may not work well for you. Or your dosage may need to be increased. It is unusual, but a cure can happen on some diabetes types. That means making some serious lifestyle changes, and those changes will be for life, not just a few months. These ideas and tips can give you the knowledge, but that can only take you so far. You must do the rest.

[deartouya]

“ dating hcs ” [ katsuki bakugou ]

-> summary: the mandatory, cliche, what dating katsuki bakugou would include headcanons.

-> pairing: bakugou x gn!reader

-> word count: 949

-> warnings: gn!reader, mentions of food/eating, anything else, please let me know !

↳ bakugou always insists on sundays being date night- any other plans, emergencies, problems- will have to wait until afterwards. usually, date nights are spent inside, neither of you particularly like dealing with people, and inside your apartment, he can be as clingy as possible.

↳ he always has to see you before leaving in the mornings, no exceptions- if you are in the building, you will get a forehead, nose, lips kiss and a reminder of what he’s cooking for dinner. you’re taking a shower? doesn’t matter- he’s a creature of habit. it’s his own little way of reminding you he’s coming back.

↳ speaking of a creature of habit, nothing will throw him off his preset routine. he will do everything in his power to ensure he’s home by six o’clock, he has dinner ready by seven, and you’re both ready for bed by nine.

↳ it drives him crazy that he thinks of you so much on patrol, that he misses you so much. random times, he’ll just wonder what you’re doing, if you’ve eaten, what you’re watching on TV- checks his phone to see if you texted even though he hates texting. kirishima teases him for it.

↳ the moment you started dating, you never touched another door in his presence. cafe door? he’s fast-walking in front of you before you can even reach it. car door? seemingly teleports to your side of the car, sending you a stern glare if you think about raising your hand for the handle. he might be loud, but he was raised with manners.

↳ hand holding is one form of pda he really loves, but he’s always a little self-conscious and worried about his quirk and how sweaty his palms get. usually, he holds them where the backs of your hands are touching and just your fingers are tangled. makes him feel a little better about it.

↳ also, plus side of his quirk, he always keeps you warm when it’s cold out, cupping your hands in one of his, rubbing heated palms down your arms and sides. pinching at your freezing nose just to watch you scrunch up. he always throws a heavy arm over your shoulder to pull you into him, letting you leech off his body heat.

↳ he’s not the biggest on really out there pda, so he’ll never straight up kiss you in front of people, at least not often, but he will always have a hand on you. your lower back, between your shoulder blades, cupping your elbow, sometimes even tucking a hand into a back pocket. he likes to feel like he’s helping you, so he guides you along with him- pulling you softly in the direction you were already walking in. you let him do it though because it's hot and makes him feel relied on- which he likes more than he’d ever admit to.

↳ he also really likes getting gifts too, though he will deny it until he’s blue in the face, but it makes him feel cared for- looked after. the more personal, the better. if you save your money to buy him a new water bottle after he talked about needing one, or a new gym bag because he’s used the same one since ua, his heart will speed up. it means you care, that you listen to him and remember.

↳ bakugou’s a little possessive, though on the very light end of the spectrum- he’s confident in you and your relationship. it’s just seeing you in something that’s his- whether that be merch or his own clothes- just does something to him. he especially likes seeing the dainty necklace he bought for you resting against your collarbones- one which he has an identical of with your own name. he likes knowing that everyone knows you belong to each other- makes him feel all warm and fuzzy.

↳ bakugou also really loves to cook for you, though you’ll never be cooking together. he loves you- but that his space. instead, you’ll remain his resident taste tester, because your opinion is the only one he really values. “c’mere,” he summons you from your stool- on the other side of the counter- holding out a spoon. he pretends not to care when you hum and tell him how good it tastes, but he’s wearing a small little grin when he turns back to his food.

↳ when you’re out together, he will always be closest to the road, and he will move you if he needs to. keeps your hand in a firm grasp so he can keep up with you and any change in your pace or grip will have him stopping to look at you.

↳ he always makes sure to have everything you could possibly need on him, you favourite snack, band aids, your favourite chapstick, and a hairtie always on his wrist. he was taught to always be prepared.

↳ bakugou also subtly uproots your whole schedule too the longer your together. soon, you’re drinking more water and eating better because he does all the cooking. you’re going to sleep earlier because his body in on a schedule and he wants to fall asleep with you. he slowly forces out your bad habits, replacing them with better alternatives, all without you even realising he’s doing it.

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

[houseofhurricane]

to a nightingale: chapter four

Summary: Gwyn Berdara, an up-and-coming reporter at the House of Wind, is given an assignment most journalists would kill for: exclusive access to the Bat Boys as they tour to promote their new album. The only problem? She's met Azriel before, on the worst night of her life. Though he saved her then, he knows too many of her secrets. Gwyn knows she should keep her distance, but there's an undeniable spark between them that threatens to set fire to the life she's carefully constructed. And maybe, deep down, that's exactly what she wants.

Chapter Word Count: 5,992

Warnings: This chapter contains references to past assault, sexual harassment, and sexual situations between consenting adults. This fic also contains gun violence.

Art: @carol-pisarro

All chapters are available on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad. All previous chapters are linked here.

When the Bat Boys finish their rehearsal, Gwyn skips the late lunch and interviews Viviane Zima, their opening act in Tucson, a classically trained violinist who records recursive, looping melodies, and then sings along with her haunting voice. Viviane is about to break big, Gwyn can tell, especially when the singer sends her the new single she’s just recorded, which she plans to debut at tonight’s concert.

“I feel like I might be selling out,” Viviane confides, and Gwyn can feel the story break open.

“What do you think that means?” she asks, her pen poised over her paper.

Three hours later, after a long conversation with Viviane about her music and pop, her training and what seems to sell, two giant cups of coffee, and a lot of frantic typing in the stadium’s business center, Gwyn has filed her article, along with the accidentally great photos she got of Viviane during their interview backstage. A night in a real bed has apparently made her excel at everything.

She closes her laptop shut when there’s a knock on the glass door, and Azriel stands on the other side with a brown bag in his hand.

“How long were you standing there?” she asks as she lets him in.

“Just long enough to see you send your article in. You have a cute smile when you’ve accomplished something.”

“It’s a good piece. Viviane is your best opener so far. I’m surprised you’re not bringing her to other cities.”

“We tried, but she has a new baby and she’s recording her first album. But she said she’d come to post-show drinks if you were going to sing.”

“Amren set that up?” She keeps her voice steady, like her song choice hasn’t been running through her head, like she hasn’t been envisioning the whole thing with equal parts excitement and dread.

“She called in a couple of security guards, too. You’ll be safe.”

“You don’t have to do that. It’s too much.” Even though it’s a relief, to know there will be people assigned to make sure she’s not attacked.

“I told her we would sing a duet.” He squeezes her shoulder. “I brought you lunch, so we could talk about the song.”

“I’m still committed to Under Pressure.” Because she likes this joke between them, and if there’s ever evidence this happened, it’s not a romantic duet.

“Only if I can sing Bowie’s parts.”

“You could do the Freddie Mercury falsetto if you start practicing now, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel gives her a longsuffering look, and she grins at him, then pulls up the song on her phone, raising her eyebrows as she starts singing along with Freddie Mercury.

“I’ll do it,” he says, opening the box and letting the scent of an Italian sub fill the room. Gwyn’s stomach grumbles. She hasn’t eaten since a hurried breakfast and it’s long past lunch.

“Don’t you want to practice?”

“I want to surprise you. And right now, I’m going to steal some fries. Cassian made me train with him at the gym after today’s rehearsal.”

She pauses the song and reaches for the food, the smile still lifting her lips.

“I want details. Machines or free weights? Or do you do those elaborate TikTok push-ups?”

“I’ll only tell you if you agree to interview Cassian before you write a story about this.”

“Oh,” she says, taking a bite of her sandwich, savoring the moment, her full mouth and the moment between them, easy and sweet as she swallows, “I’m just going to bring a camera to the gym next time and film the whole thing. You could get a second gig as fitness influencers.”

“Maybe you interviewing Cassian is a bad idea.” But he’s smiling back at her, even as he swipes a fry.

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Gwyn is grateful for the fact that she has a story in and another planned, because the concert passes in a blur, except for the half hour when she runs Feyre to the bathroom, holding her hair back, and making sure she gets to the dressing room.

“I forgot it was like this,” Feyre tells her wryly, uncapping a ginger ale. “You should go back and watch the band.”

“I’m not going to leave you alone when you’re feeling like this. And I’m not going to write about you, either.”

“I know.” She takes a long sip from the bottle, her eyes looking off into the middle distance. “I’ve heard rumors about your voice.”

“You heard why I stopped singing?”

“Not unless you’re about to tell me.” Feyre’s voice is so gentle. “But I did hear you’re singing tonight.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“I promise to find the flattering light when I take a video,” Feyre says, and Gwyn actually laughs, this acclaimed artist framing her in the shot at a shitty karaoke bar, and then they sit in companionable until Feyre’s ready to watch the rest of the show.

A few hours later, hearing her name called at the only bar in Tucson with karaoke on a Monday, Gwyn debates the merits of running to the women’s room herself. Her stomach is churning, even while Azriel squeezes her hand and nods to the security guards at the entrances.

She’s safe, she reminds herself, stilling her mind as she approaches the mic. She doesn’t think about how many people are here -- more than she expected -- or how many of them are men. She is safe, and soon the music will carry her away. No one will grab her on stage.

The opening chords of Time After Time start up, and she sucks in a breath. Nothing can break me, she thinks, her old mantra, as she fixes her eyes on Azriel. Trying to pretend she’s only singing for him.

She’d chosen the song because it fell so squarely in the range of her voice, but as soon as she looks at his face, she forgets about her nerves and she can only hope she’s signing well, because all she’s thinking of are the words the music and him, as if she was Cyndi Lauper herself, writing this song just for the rockstar who was her childhood crush.

From a distance, she hears herself go for the descant, above the melody, her voice ringing out clear and powerful as she alters the melody of the familiar chorus, makes it entirely her own. If you’re lost you can look and you will find me.

When she finishes, the bar erupts in cheers, louder than she’d ever expected, Azriel clapping just like he did when she sang for him on the rooftop in Velaris, grinning so wide that his smile doesn’t fit his face.

She’s a girl singing in a bar again, but the world is alight, and she almost doesn’t hear it when the MC announces that Gwyn will be joined by someone they might all know, when the opening beats of Under Pressure start and Azriel is on stage next to her, the patrons of the bar cheering even louder, though Gwyn can dimly hear Nesta and Emerie shouting her name.

But the Shadowsinger turns to Gwyn alone and winks as she starts scatting Freddie Mercury’s part, and she waggles her eyebrows at him, glad she was obsessed with this song in the seventh grade and learned both parts because even Catrin wouldn’t sing it with her.

Finally, Bowie starts singing and Azriel joins in, his singing voice filling the room as it always does, and for just a second, it hits Gwyn that she’s singing a duet with an actual rockstar, a person who fills arenas with his fans every single night.

Then she has to sing another line.

At first they’re a little goofy, grinning and shrugging their shoulders at each other, but something shifts right around the time Gwyn has to go for her first high note, and she lets her voice go ragged to match the original. There’s an electricity between them, not only their chemistry but their voices, the music, the way their voices mesh.

When they get to the bridge and they sing, Turned away from it all like a blind man / Sat on a fence but it don't work, Azriel looks right at her like he’s singing the words to her, and Gwyn can hardly breathe as he continues singing about a love that’s slashed and torn. When she explodes with her chorus of why, the question is real.

Why did she ever leave this world behind? Why did the fear break her into pieces? Why were those men waiting to lay a claim on her, with their laughter and their hands?

But the music does not loosen its grip on her, and she’s thrust back into the song, singing as if her heart is breaking and being repaired by every note. Usually, as much as she’s loved them, the lyrics have been remote, abstract considerations about a world in crisis and the meaning of love, but now every syllable is vital, intimate, closer to Gwyn than her very skin.

When Azriel meets her eyes, she’s sure he’s seeing all of it, all of her, down to the heart that pounds in her chest, the lungs that joyfully expand with each note, rewriting every minute of her awful history into something brilliant and lovely.

Before the song ends, the room erupts. Azriel wraps his arm around Gwyn’s shoulder, the other hand gesturing toward the crowd that surrounds them, clapping and cheering as the music fades.

“How many of these are ringers?” she asks. Because she wouldn’t put it past him, right now, to have worked magic to give her these moments, this crowd, the surge of energy in her heart.

Azriel only smiles and says, “Amren didn’t hire any of them,” before Viviane appears, and Nesta and Emerie and Feyre, all with hugs and congratulations.

“You didn’t tell me you could sing like that!” Viviane exclaims. “I would have made you get on stage with me.”

“Next time,” Gwyn says, not sure whether she’s lying.

Feyre promises to send the video she took, and then Nesta and Emerie are screaming and embracing her.

“Why did you not tell us that you’re the lead in a famous meets non-famous romance?” Emerie asks, pulling Gwyn towards the bar, Nesta trailing behind them. “Except it’s better because you’ll both be famous.”

“It’s complicated,” Gwyn says, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans, half-expecting her phone to buzz with an angry message from Clotho, that she’s already seen some video and knows that Gwyn’s objectivity is hanging by a thread.

When Azriel had put his arm around her, she’d felt every one of his fingers.

And when the Shadowsinger materializes next to her at the bar, Gwyn can’t help shifting towards his warmth.

“Can I borrow Gwyn for a minute?” he asks, his fingers already gently wrapped around her wrist.

“Only for a minute, Az, and only because it’s you,” Nesta says with a smirk that’s a little too knowing. As Gwyn turns to follow him, her new friend gives her a wink.

She forgets all about it as Azriel pulls her through the front doors, one of the security guards trailing them, blocking the people who have followed them outside.

“You were incredible,” he murmurs into her ear, as if none of the rest of it exists. Only the two of them in the crisp Tucson night, the stars glittering above them.

“You --” she starts, cut off by the shake of his head.

“Let me give you a real compliment, Berdara. You sing like the music is alive inside you, and all you’re doing is setting it free. And your voice -- gods, it’s a crime that you haven’t sung in years. Your voice belongs on whatever stage you want to give it. Fuck, your shower would be blessed to hear it.” His hands are gripping on to hers, now, their fingers intertwined. She can feel the texture of his scars, runs her thumb over them while she tries to digest everything that he’s saying, the worship on his face, coupled with the expression that, if she were delusional, she might describe as something like love.

“You really think that? You don’t just feel sorry for me?”

He stops on the curb, the momentum of her stride pressing her close to him, so that she has to angle her chin to look into his eyes.

“I will never lie to you about anything,” he says, “but especially not that. The fact that you’re not a star, the fact that you’re not signed to a label and performing for huge audiences, is criminal. I want to destroy everything and everyone that hurt you badly enough to make you want to hide like this.”

“I was so scared before the music started.” She can see her pain reflected in his eyes. “But then it started and there was just the music. And you were looking at me. That first song, I just pretended I was singing only to you, Shadowsinger. And it felt so fucking good.”

Gwyn rarely curses where anyone can hear her, and she can see from the angle of his smile that Azriel has registered this, but instead of saying anything, he brings his fingers to her cheek, her jaw, each touch making her a little more breathless.

“I want to kiss you,” he says.

“I want to fuck you,” she answers, before she can talk herself out of it. Her world has been remade tonight, and she wants to mark it. Even if there is nothing lasting between herself and Azriel, she wants to give herself up to him, even if she saw his barely-perceptible flinch at her words, the harshness of her phrasing.

“You’re sure?”

“Something was taken from me, that night. Not just the music but -- I had never been with a man before, like that. I want it all back.”

“It doesn’t have to be tonight.”

He’s opening his mouth to say more, surely to remind her of what she already knows, that she’s a journalist on the way to her big break and this is a terrible idea, but Gwyn covers his mouth with her lips, and he pulls her against him.

His mouth tastes like whiskey and spice, and his hair is thick and soft between her fingers, and already desire thrums low in Gwyn’s belly, so that when Azriel runs his hand down her back, she’s panting against his lips.

Dimly, she hears the bar door open behind them. She has just enough sense to pull away from him, to know that there cannot be a photograph of this moment.

In the lamplight, he looks as dazed as she feels, his hazel eyes wide and his lips slightly parted.

“I’ll call a car,” he says, still so close that her hand rests on his belt, and she thinks how lucky it is that they have one more night in a real bed, one which she now intends to use for anything but sleep.

When the Uber comes, she can barely keep from curling herself around Azriel in the backseat, even as the driver keeps checking the rearview mirror, staring at Azriel. Occasionally his eyes dart to Gwyn, and she can see him wondering if she’s famous too, if he knows her from somewhere.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” she asks in an undertone.

He only chuckles, squeezes her hand where the driver can’t see, where it won’t be a story.

When they’re finally in the hotel, in the mercifully empty elevator, he presses the button for his floor and looks at her.

“I’m sure if you are,” she says, before his lips can form the question. “You don’t have to…”

As soon as the door closes, he is kissing her, his long fingers cupping her face as if she is made of something precious.

He pulls away just long enough to say, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you walked up to that microphone three years ago, nightingale.”

And then he can’t say anything because she’s pressed her mouth against him, closed her eyes against the tears that threaten. For so long, he’s been the one good thing about that night.

“Are you all right?” he asks, and she realizes that a tear has leaked from the corner of her eye.

“It’s just that I used to think about what might have happened if I hadn’t been in that alley. If those men hadn’t attacked me. And my fantasy was always a lot like this.”

He runs his thumb over the path of her tear, holds her gaze with his own until the elevator door opens.

He holds out his hand to her, a question and an assurance melded in his eyes, and Gwyn gives him a smile as she follows him. Because the reality of him is better than anything she imagined, his scent and the variations of his smile, the way he kisses her.

His hotel room is also a lot nicer than hers, she realizes as soon as she walks through the door, bigger and more luxurious than it makes sense for a room to be, with a sitting area and gorgeous cream rugs and snacks and even champagne chilling on ice.

But she only takes it in for a second, because as soon as Azriel has closed the door, he wraps his arms around her, and Gwyn rises on her toes to kiss him, her tongue at the seam of his lips, greedy for more.

She reaches for his leather jacket and pushes it off his shoulders, and then she’s almost distracted from his mouth by the feeling of his muscles against her fingertips, the black whorls of the intricate tattoos that cover his arms and poke through the neckline of his t-shirt, like shadows or the darkest flame.

He eases her denim jacket off, and then lifts her camisole over her head, and Gwyn is very aware of how exposed he is, until he breathes you’re gorgeous, and then she’s blushing and smiling and reaching for his t-shirt, wanting to see every muscle, every inch of his golden brown skin.

When she gets his shirt off, Gwyn just stares at Azriel for a few seconds.

“We can stop, if you want,” he says, misinterpreting, and she pulls him close, insistent.

“Have you seen yourself? Like, do you own a mirror? Because if I were you I’d just stare at myself all day.”

He laughs against her mouth, and then his lips move lower, licking and sucking their way down her neck until she gasps and arches herself against him, wanting friction against the throbbing need between her thighs.

She reaches for his belt buckle but he moves her hand away.

“Let me touch you first,” he says, against her skin. “I think you’ll like it better that way.”

Gwyn wants to object but he undoes the clasp of her bra, his mouth on her breast, not quite in the spot she wants, until his tongue swipes against her nipple and she actually moans, it feels so good.

“I’ve never--” she says, fumbling for words, only knowing that her skin feels too small for her body, for everything that’s inside of her, all of these wants and sensations. She’d grown up hearing that she wasn’t supposed to do this until she was married, and Gwyn was a good girl for so long. Now she’s not sure what she is, exactly, only that the world has narrowed to the places where he touches her, where her body feels alive.

Azriel lifts his mouth from her breast. “I can stop, ” he says, and she can tell he means it.

“Don’t you dare,” she says, her breath heavy in her throat, her fingers tangling in his hair. “I want it all tonight, Shadowsinger.”

She reaches for the waistband of her joggers and eases them over her hips, slips off her boots and her socks, and then Gwyn is naked except for her underwear, and Azriel’s hands are on her waist, his fingers splayed over her ass, his mouth moving lower and lower.

He hooks his fingers over the elastic of her panties, gives her a long questioning look that makes her push her underwear down her legs.

She’ll never forget how he looks at her in that first moment when she’s naked in front of him. Like he’s never seen another person in his life. Like she’s a work of art. Like she’s something far more lovely than Gwyn Berdara.

“I don’t know how you go to work every day when you look the way you do,” he says, and his voice is only slightly teasing. “Do you own a mirror?”

“Some of us have to go to work to afford those,” she responds with a smirk, reaching for him, wanting him touching her, kissing her, all of her building towards something that hasn’t quite happened.

Then he parts the copper curls between her legs and she cries out because it feels so good, his fingers where she’s hot and slick, moving against the seam of her, like he was made for her body. Her knees are already shaking but she wants more, wraps her arms around him as he finds her clit, each little circle of his fingers around that nub like sunlight flooding through her, molten and perfect.

She falls against him as he strokes her, as his lips move on her neck and he wraps his arm tight around her waist.

“I’m here, nightingale,” he says, that deep and resonant voice she’s known for years, singing songs that she always pretended were written just for her. “I’ve got you.”

The world is bright and hot and Gwyn swears she’s never felt anything better than Azriel’s thumb circling her clit while he slips one finger and then another inside her, the pleasure and wanting both expanding inside her until she can’t keep the sounds inside. She covers her mouth with her hands.

“Be as loud as you want,” Azriel says, his thumb pressing in just the right spot, so that she only sees golden light behind her eyelids and a keening sound escapes her as she unravels completely under his hands, the world remade entirely.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come,” he tells her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed, his eyes never leaving her face as he sets her down on soft expanse of cotton.

“Take off your jeans,” she tells him. Because if she thinks about this too much, the reality of the situation, she might lose her nerve. And what she knows, deep in her bones, is that she wants this. That she’ll regret it if he’s not inside her.

He unzips his jeans and lets them fall.

“The hotel left these, I don’t, I swear--” he mutters, as he reaches into his nightstand and picks up a condom. She sits up to rest a hand on his hip, stopping him mid-phrase. He looks into her eyes and she can’t look away. “You’re not on this tour because I wanted to take you to bed with me.”

“I know,” she says, with a grin, “I’m here because I impressed Nesta. But please come to bed with me anyway.”

At that, his grin turns into something wild and brilliant, and he pulls off his boxer briefs.

Somewhere, Azriel is breaking open the packet with his teeth, but Gwyn barely hears him, she’s staring at his body, the new parts of him revealed, the way every hour of training with Cassian or whoever has led to this glorious body, lean and muscled. And then there’s his dick, the size of it enough to make her eyes widen, a little skeptical and a little curious and more than anything, she wants it, all of it.

Her mouth actually waters, and when she reaches for him, he wraps his arms around her, kissing her hard, running his fingers gently down her skin. She’s already angling herself toward him, wrapping her legs around his waist on instinct.

“You’re sure? Because this is going to hurt, and I don’t want that. Especially if you’re not sure.”

Even while she feels the hard length of him against her hip, it’s still a question. Still in her control.

“I want this, Azriel.” She doesn’t look away from his eyes for an instant, watches them go golden as he angles himself over her, right at the entrance of her sex. She nudges herself against him and he’s inside her.

For a moment, there is pain, and she knows that he sees that on her face because he moves slowly, watching her even while his mouth is on her breasts, making her moan with his lips and tongue.

But she doesn’t want him to stop. Not only because she wants to take back the act of sex, but because it’s this man, the one who makes her feel as if she’s filled with something like magic, because it’s him inside of her, closer than anything.

And gradually she realizes that the pain is being pushed aside by a friction that is first intriguing and then more than that, a question and an answer at the same time. She rocks her hips against Azriel as he thrusts inside her, matching his rhythm, grins when he lets out a groan.

“Is it all right?”

“Better,” he says, the words a warm breath on her neck as he nips at her and she’s unraveling again, the pleasure undoing her as he moves in and out, the rhythm increasing until it’s this primal thing between them, unrelenting and electric, until she comes again, muffling her scream against his shoulder and he finishes with one last thrust.

He holds her against his chest, tight enough that she can feel his pounding heart against her skin, rests her hand over that spot, treasuring the fact that she knows what his heartbeat sounds like, the feeling of his skin against hers. He smiles against her, sleepy and sated, and she grins back.

There’s no need to say anything. It’s all there between them, joyous and easy, and she rests her head back against him and relaxes into his arms.

The next thing she knows, she wakes up to pounding on the door, Cassian yelling, “You were supposed to be up an hour ago, Az!”, at which point Gwyn realizes that she’s spent the night with his head pillowed on her chest.

Sun streams through the window, and Azriel’s arms are around her hips and shoulders, holding her secure.

“I can sneak you out, if you want. Cassian is easy to distract,” he says, as soon as he’s opened his eyes. His sleepy voice is even lower than usual and she smiles on pure reflex.

She hesitates for a second. Because what happened between them isn’t something she wants to hide. It feels monumental. But she knows how it will look, if anyone sees her walking out of Azriel’s room in yesterday’s outfit.

So Gwyn dresses herself hurriedly and waits until Azriel assures her the coast is clear, then sprints for the elevator, hoping she’s not leaving everything behind.

It’s only later, when she’s in the middle of the world’s fastest shower, that it occurs to her to wonder whether she might have ruined all her plans, this new life she’d built from the ashes. She busies herself rinsing the conditioner from her hair and tries not to think about it.

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Gwyn’s hair is still wet when she gets on the bus, and Cassian grins at her.

“Late night?” he asks.

“Something like that.” She doesn’t duck away from him, especially not with Nesta beside him, looking up from her laptop to study Gwyn with a look she can’t quite read. “I was wondering if I could talk to you about Tarquín on the drive to Vegas.”

Cassian’s face instantly brightens, as Gwyn had expected it would. Of all the openers for the Bat Boys, Tarquín and his funk fusion band Verano are maybe the biggest get: in the States on a short tour from Cuba, they’re nearly famous enough to headline their own stadium tours, even outside the Cuban enclaves in Florida and New Jersey. They’ll be opening for the Bat Boys in Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and San Francisco, and Emerie mentioned that they might be performing a new song together, which is gossip Gwyn is looking to confirm on the record.

“Tell Gwyn about the time you fell through Tarquín’s ceiling in Havana,” Nesta says without looking up from her screen, and Cassian actually looks sheepish.

“I was trying to show him my burpee regimen and he kept pretending like he didn’t understand my Spanish, so I kept going harder, and I may have put a dent in the ceiling.”

Cassian, Gwyn has learned from interviews, didn’t learn Spanish until high school, but has since become fluent. His parents are Brazilian, his mother the granddaughter of Japanese immigrants to São Paulo, and he has the kind of bronzed, handsome face with uptilted hazel eyes and thick, wavy dark hair that any number of countries would want to claim. His big muscled body and easy smile only add to the appeal.

“How big a dent?” Gwyn asks, her pen poised over her notebook, one brow raised.

“His feet were dangling inside the house,” Azriel says, appearing from the back of the bus. His face is strained, even though he gives Gwyn’s shoulder a quick squeeze when he reaches her.

“You weren’t even there, brother,” Cassian retorts, his smile fading just a bit. Gwyn doesn’t take notes on any of it, not in writing, but she tries to memorize their expressions for later.

“I trust Nesta when she tells a story.”

Still focused on whatever she’s typing, Nesta grins.

Azriel takes a seat next to Gwyn while she asks Cassian more questions about Verano and the band’s lead singer. He’d discovered Verano on Youtube, before many people outside Cuba were aware of them, and had invited them to open a performance in Miami. From there, an instant bond had formed between the two men, which Cassian clearly enjoys describing, nearly as much as he loves talking about Tarquín’s music.

“During a Verano concert, no one is having more fun than Tarquín. You’ll see.” He even pulls out his phone to show her a video of a live show, and though it’s one Gwyn has already seen, she can’t help but match his grin.

Next to her, Azriel has had his headphones on for a while. He’s hooked his ankle around Gwyn’s, only visible if someone is searching, and Cassian is so wrapped up in the conversation that she doubts he notices the point of contact.

What interests Gwyn is Azriel’s silence. He’s always the quiet one in interviews, whether with her or someone else, but he’s always listening, generally surprising everyone with a dry aside or deadpan joke about halfway through. Now, he’s gone. Even Nesta, shooting off emails, has more to say.

When they stop to stretch their legs at a gas station three hours from Vegas, Gwyn pulls Azriel toward the air pump, away from everyone.

“Everything okay?”

“Between us?”

His hands don’t stay still and his eyes land on hers for only a second before darting off toward the horizon.

“It’s either me or Tarquín, so. Which one of us do you have a problem with?”

“I’m just not a fan the way Cassian is.” He’s still scanning their surroundings as if a monster is lying in wait. And Gwyn knows what it is to be jumpy, but she’s never seen Azriel like this before.

She takes a step towards him, and when he doesn’t move away, she takes his hands in hers, forgetting to care if anyone sees them. Under her fingertips, the texture of his scars is difficult to parse: places where the skin is worn too smooth, places where it feels as if the flesh on his hands has bubbled. They’re burn scars, she realizes. His father held Azriel’s hands up to a flame and held them there while his son suffered.

“What’s wrong?” She swallows the horror that burns at the back of her throat, and strokes her thumb against the back of his hand. Because he was there with her, on her worst night, and he’s never looked away.

“He wants us to sing a song with him. In Spanish.” Azriel’s voice is flat, and he stares off into the distance. “I don’t sing in Spanish. I don’t even -- I only speak it with my mother.”

“I’m sure Cassian will understand.”

“He doesn’t.” Still that same tone. “Cassian got past his shit.”

“Can’t he do the song without you?”

“Tarquín wants me to sing, specifically. He says I have the best voice in the band. There’s a song for all of us, and then a song just for me.” There’s a note of pride in his voice at that, mixed in with the hurt, and Gwyn moves closer toward him. “He keeps asking and Cassian and Rhys want to do it and we’re--”

He pulls his hands out of Gwyn’s grip and smashes his face into them, rakes his fingers through his hair, too hard.

“How can I help?”

“You can start by not fucking writing about any of this.”

She can’t help the gasp she lets out, and she feels Azriel’s eyes on her, the weight of it.

Instantly, the expression on his face shifts. The anger seeps out of his posture.

“I’m sorry,” he says, before she can turn away or even speak. “I’m -- fuck, you deserve so much better than this.”

“You do too.” Because now that she’s felt his scars, really considered them, she can’t stop thinking about what caused them. Wonders if, when he speaks Spanish, he hears his father’s voice in his ears, whatever awful things he used to say, whatever kind of cruelty leads a man to burn his own son’s hands. “You never need to be anything. But if you’re going to try and hurt me…” She trails off, not sure what to say next.

Azriel bows his head.

“I won’t,” he says. “I promise you I won’t.”

She nods, feeling as if all the emotion has been wrung out of her. Because she wanted today to be the start of something, after last night, and instead she’s wondering if she’s foolish to trust this man when he makes a promise.

“I would never write about that part of your story without your permission,” she says.

“I know that.” He lets out a sigh. “I hate that he can still fuck me up like this.”

There are dozens of questions Gwyn wants to ask about his father, about his healing, about everything, but she can tell this isn’t the moment. Instead, she cups her hands gently around his, stands close enough to feel the warmth of his body.

“I’m here,” she says, and when he presses a kiss to the crown of her head, she knows he hears her, that they might be all right.

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When Gwyn gets back on the bus, there are four alerts on her cellphone. The first is a missed call from Clotho, the second a message from her: I saw your video. Please call when you can.

The third is from an unknown number, and Gwyn has to read it twice before she understands: saw u singing again gwyneth see u again soooon

It’s the fourth, though, that makes her drop her phone to the ground.

does he know how tight u r? what makes u scream?

In her mind, she hears only that awful laughter. She stuffs her phone into her bag and conjures up a smile for Azriel, who sits down beside her like the world is the same as it was moments ago.

Maybe she was always wrong to think things could be better.

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[beyondspaceandstars]

Hey!

Feel free to ignore this if this isn’t appealing to you, but honestly I’m simping over Carol Denvers and could really go for some steamy fluff with her x reader.

Maybe just a dinner date gone dirty talk? Do whatever you want with this! :) Have a great day.

Completely Yours

Relationship: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: Steamy, but not smutty

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: amazingly, I actually already had a piece I wrote last year that kind of falls into these suggestions! i tweaked the ending a bit from my original writing to hopefully make it more on the steamy side. and there's an element of jealousy/protective Carol. So, I hope this works okay! I immediately thought of it after reading your request :) Also I absolutely love Carol, one of my favorite MCU characters <3 I have a few pieces already written for her but only published on ao3 (and a previous writing blog)

Masterlist

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You stared at your lipstick collection, completely baffled by the choices. Was the red lip too bold for your lacy black dress? But was the pink lip too simple? Maybe the dress was the problem…

"Stop it," you mumbled to yourself and grabbed the wine red lipstick. You were nearly humored with your brain’s antics. There shouldn’t be anything to overthink given the fact you’ve been on countless dates with Carol. Heck, you don’t even remember being this nervous for your very first date, but, perhaps, the fact this was an anniversary date was maybe getting to you a bit.

You two were two years into the relationship but you still wanted to give it your all especially on such an occasion. You both had been so busy with one thing or another for your first anniversary so there was a lingering duty to make it up — and that’s exactly why the glam had to be perfect, no matter how many times Carol insisted you were gorgeous without it.

A knock came from the bathroom door as you were finishing with the lipstick.

"Babe," Carol called out. "Almost ready?"

You gave your hair a quick glance over and exited the bathroom. You were greeted by your stunning girlfriend all dolled up and looking as lovely as ever.

"All good," you smiled, shamelessly eyeing her.

She gave a knowing smirk, "You look so beautiful."

"Maybe we both clean up well," you teased, shrugging.

Your girlfriend just rolled her eyes at your antics and motioned towards the front door. You grabbed your purse and started heading ahead of Carol. But being the cheeky girlfriend she is, she couldn’t let you get far without giving a teasing tap on your behind. Now it was your turn to shoot her the eye roll which she just laughed away, following you out the door.

***

The restaurant was a busy scene tonight and upon noticing the patrons and their seemingly wandering eyes, Carol was on you in full protective mode. This could’ve been expected no matter where you two had gone and you’ve had to come to terms with that. Carol was quite the protective type and typically you adored it but honestly, it wasn’t necessary in your eyes. There wasn’t a thing — or person — in the world that could whisk you away from your love.

Choosing to ignore her change in demeanor, you pushed through the crowd to the hostess table.

"Thank gosh we made reservations," you said as the hostess left to check on the table.

But your girlfriend didn’t quite hear you. She gave a hum in response while fixated on something at the bar in the corner of the restaurant. You tried figuring out what held her attention but couldn’t pick anything out. Maybe she thought she saw someone she knew? But you dismissed it as you saw the hostess motioning you to follow her to your reserved table.

The two of you settled in and started flipping through the menu. Carol seemed to be occupied by the food selection, which gave you some sense of relief. Fingers crossed whatever had her captivated before had vanished. At one point she even grabbed your hand for a bit, running her thumb on the back of it lovingly as you two browsed.

It wasn’t until the waiter came by for the drink order that you realized she had her guards up the entire time.

"What can I get you two to drink?" The waiter asked.

"Glass of Pinot Grigio for me," you said, turning back to the food items.

When you didn’t hear Carol’s lovely voice responding with her drink order, you glanced up to find her still staring behind you.

"Um, could you give us a second?" You asked the waiter. They just gave a polite smile and headed towards the kitchen.

You sighed, slamming your menu on the table. That got your girlfriend’s attention.

"Carol, what is going on? Is there a galactic threat behind me or something?"

"Honey, no," Carol sighed. "It’s just… This guy at the bar keeps looking at you."

Your jaw dropped. "That’s what this is about? You’re gonna be distracted our entire anniversary dinner because you think some guy is looking at me?"

Carol’s once rigid expression quickly turned soft at your tone. She grabbed your hand across the table, trying to soothe your rising anger. Shaking her head, she said, "No, babe, that’s ridiculous of me."

You put your other hand on hers, nodding. "It is ridiculous. There is nothing worth ruining this night over, okay? You’ve got me, baby, I’m not going anywhere."

"Forever?" She smirked.

"Forever," you mumbled as you leaned across the table to give her a kiss which she happily leaned into.

***

The dinner went very well after Carol calmed down. Drinks helping to ease any worry. You two flirted and giggled as if it was the first all over again and, boy, did it feel magical. Pasta was eaten, wine was sipped… and even kisses were stolen like lovestruck school girls. The man at the bar had been completely forgotten by both of you.

After you two finished your dessert (with a side of Carol’s cheeky comments about dessert after the dessert), you had to run to the restroom. Carol nodded and said she’d wait for you at the front of the restaurant.

With a quick kiss, you departed from the table. In the restroom, you did some make-up retouch up. The night was just heating up in your eyes and you still wanted to look like an absolute dream for your woman — not to mention you were quite antsy from the constant teasing.

After a quick powder and recollecting your items, you reemerged from the restroom. You were fumbling for your phone in your purse, making your way to the restaurant exit, when you slammed into something hard.

A bit dazed, you look up expecting a sudden wall or pole, but instead you were met by some handsome, well-dressed man uncomfortably close. He was smirking down at you, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking where I was going." You said, giving your fakest, most polite smile.

Apparently, it worked too well because the man’s smirk turned into a smile with his eyes curiously watching you.

"Trust me, sweetheart, it’s all good."

The pet name made your stomach turn, red flags waving. You let out a breathy laugh and tried stepping around him, but he blocked your attempt.

"Sir, I have someone waiting-,"

"Oh, the girl you were with?" He asked. You gulped realizing this wasn’t any man, this was the man Carol had been nervous about. You really didn’t think there was any man staring at you and that it was just Carol's paranoia kicking in. But no, your girlfriend had been rightfully cautious and you were kicking yourself for being doubtful.

"Sir, really-,"

"I think your friend wouldn’t mind waiting," he said, not only cutting you off but blocking you again with his broad body, his hand coming near your side as if trapping you.

"She’s my girlfriend," you snapped back, blood boiling at his game. "So, I’m not interested."

"Oh, a girlfriend! That could make this a lot more interesting-"

"Hey!" A voice boomed from the dining room entrance. All heads turned towards your clearly pissed-off girlfriend, heels hot marching towards you. She was steaming — well, maybe nearly glowing — with anger. "Get away from her."

"Ah, it’s the girlfriend-,"

"You’re damn right it’s the girlfriend," Carol snapped, eyeing him quite intensely. You knew there wasn’t much stopping her from taking him down this second. "And now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take my girl home."

She didn’t even let him get in another syllable before grabbing your hand and leading you to the exit. Patrons eyes were still focused on the rampage occurring but you were way too focused on your girlfriend. You weren’t sure you had ever personally witnessed this side of her. Sure, you two had arguments before, but this was… A lot. She was scared, angry, frustrated… A bottle waiting to explode.

When you two made it back to the car, you went to console Carol but she never gave you a chance. Within seconds you were pressed against the passenger side door, her lips hot and ferocious against yours. She moved with such anger, such passion, you almost let yourself get lost in it but you knew it wouldn’t solve anything like talking would.

"Honey," you gasped for air, pushing Carol gently off of you. You cupped her face with shaking hands. "Hey, I’m sorry."

"No, it’s just…" She pulled away, arms flailing in defeat. "I knew it! I knew that asshole would… God! Why do you have to be so beautiful?"

You sighed, your gaze drifting to your hands, picking at your nude nail polish. "I really didn’t think there was anyone looking at me."

"You innocent, gorgeous woman," Carol chuckled in disbelief. "I feel like I’m always shooing men away from you."

"It shouldn’t matter," you said, grabbing your girlfriend’s nervous hands. "I’m yours, honey. I am yours."

Carol hummed in appreciation and moved closer to you. "Mine?"

You nodded, watching her go from frazzled to lusting. She closed the gap, nearly towering over you as you leaned against the car. Her sweet, strong face was barely illuminated by the streetlights but you saw the love come back to her eyes.

"Really mine?" She asked again as she effortlessly dipped her head and started kissing up your neck. Her hand began making its way down your side, past your hips, where it began caressing the inside of your thigh.

"Yes, Carol, yes!" You giggled, squirming under her actions.

Her kisses made their way up to your face. She whispered so lovingly in your ear, "Maybe, we should get home, then, and you could show me." She paused. "Because I'm definitely itching to show you just how much you mean to me, baby. You wouldn't believe the ideas running through my head."

Briefly, her fingers lingered over your clothed core. You sighed.

"Maybe we should just find somewhere private around here?" you whispered back, motioning towards the backseat door. "I don’t know if I can wait."

And that was very much true. You could already feel yourself soaking through the material of your panties.

"You little minx," your girlfriend laughed, placing a needy kiss on your lips, her thigh subtly grinding into you. "You’re going to kill me one day."

You moaned, pressing yourself against her, your body burning with need. "Not if you kill me first."

[yamagucji]

Reacting to their s/o breaking down

ft. atsumu, oikawa, aone, and sakusa

warnings. little angst, lots of crying but lots of fluff

ATSUMU

when he saw you sprinting to your bedroom as soon as you came home, he was enraged to say the least

because those are definitely tears on your eyes, and atsumu’s now wondering as to who might’ve hurt you

he straight up panicks at first, because he doesn’t know if it’s a good time to approach you or not. so he does what he’s done to comfort his brother before— by giving you company outside your door

“angel?” he knocked lightly, sliding down to the floor and leaning his head against the door. he can hear your muffled sobs, it hurts. he wishes it were him instead of you

“if ya wanna talk just let me know, but... if not, i’ll be here waiting for you.”

so atsumu waits. he waits for as long as you need; 30 minutes, 1 hours, to a couple hours. it doesn’t matter, because when you open the door he’ll be there

after calming down a bit, you called out to him under your bedroom sheets. “tsumu...?”

he replies, almost instantly. “yeah? what do you need?”

“...you.”

and just like that he barges into your room, nearly jumping into bed and engulfing you in his arms

“feelin’ better?” he mumbled against you, rubbing the back of your head with his palm

atsumu will do his best not to barge you with his questions, waiting for you to open up at your own pace

now this man will literally turn into a whole COMEDIAN trying to make you feel better afterwards

yes put a red plush on his nose and call him clown atsumu <3

would also offer to take you to a convenience store

“ice cream? chips? what else d’you want babe?” atsumu peeked from the aisle over, his arms already loaded with goods

it’s 2 in the morning but atsumu doesn’t give a F!CK especially after seeing you so distraught a while ago. he’ll do anything to make you feel better quickly

OIKAWA

you never meant to break down over such a small accident, but you slipping on the floor along with your plate of food had made you tip over

out of such a terrible week, even your food couldn’t be spared

oikawa had watched you from the couch and was about to break into laughter (whole heartedly) if it wasn’t for the sight of you bringing your knees against your chest and sobbing

“love?” oikawa rushed over to you. “hey it’s alright, i can prepare you another plate of food” he cooed, feeling guilty of what had happened

he saves the cleaning for later, leaving the spilled food on the floor

“ah, come on look at me,” he pulled your head out of your knees, realizing now that your cause of breakdown wasn’t just because of the food

oikawa knows just how it feels to have a bad day, and on top of that, to eventually tip over because of all the heavy weight. so he makes you talk it out with him

tears, hiccups and probably snot running down your nose— oikawa will listen to every word you muster to say to him

“is that why? why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he wipes a tear off your face, his gentle voice cradling you

“b- because,” you hiccuped, “i didnt want to bother you with my problems” :(

he’ll wipe every tear off your face, giving you a few headpats and soft kisses on your forehead

“you’ll never bother me,” he mumbled against you. “next time, don’t be afraid to tell me what’s wrong okay?”

he sits with you for a little while longer, letting you pour everything you’ve bottled up out of you. and once you’ve finally calmed down does he start cleaning up

of course, all you need to do is get comfortable on the dining chair while he does the rest of the work

oikawa will put on the silly apron that you got him with pride, making sure to show it off and ease up your mood

“ha! don’t i look good?”

you huffed out a laugh, finally letting out your first smile of the night

whatever it is you want to eat, he’ll cook it for you <3

even though he’s already eaten just a couple hours ago, oikawa will also make a plate for himself so you don’t have to eat alone

AONE

you’ve been trying to get through your school work for hours now, but it’s just too difficult

“one more,” you told aone, bouncing to another question on your paper only to find that it’s even more difficult to answer than the rest

he sat quietly beside you; finally giving you space after asking if he could help you a few times before

you see... you definitely needed his help and although you’re sure aone was doing pretty well in this subject, you didn’t want to bother him nor show him that you were struggling :(

but before you knew it, tears were pooling down your face and onto your workbook

“hey,” aone mumbled, immediately soothing gentle motions over your back. “let’s take a break.” you know there’s no point in arguing— not with the way he’s closing up your materials

but you do, anyway. “but i- i have to finish this,” you huffed out defeatedly

seeing aone’s concerned expression makes you cry out more, and it doesn’t help when he starts to pull your face closer to his, wiping away at your cheeks

“hm, we’ll do it together, okay love? i am positive you’ll be able to get through this,”

“but right now,” he takes your hand, coaxing you over to his bed. “i think it’s time for a break”

the two of you will lay together on his bed, with your head on aone’s chest and his palms running over your back

it’s more of a quiet moment— save for your muffled sobbing

though once in a while aone will put his lips close to your ear and whisper words of affirmations to you

“im proud of you today. you should be, too,”

“i can see that you work really hard on your studies... but it’s okay to take a break sometimes”

he pulls your head slightly away from his chest, slipping a kiss to your forehead. “taking a break just means you’ll become even more stronger,”

and you know just how much those words weigh, especially coming from aone

aone won’t mind if you fall asleep. he’ll actually be more than grateful— to finally see you at peace

so the next time you get through with your work, he’ll be there with you <3

(he’ll even offer to have you sit on his lap as the two of you do work but only if you’re comfy)

SAKUSA

sakusa’s a very careful person, but his words can be jarring at times

you know that as his s/o, he never has an intent to hurt you. but this time... he’d struck a nerve without meaning to

“i just don’t see why it’s such a serious matter to you,” he replied, staring straight ahead on the pathway ahead of him

the two of you were talking about something from your past— something that continues to bother you

you took his words as: why are you so sensitive about it?

when sakusa had actually meant: there’s no need to be so worried

it had felt as if sakusa didn’t care about your situation, so you left the conversation there and sulked in silence for the rest of your walk home

he certainly noticed

just as he was unlocking the entrance door with his keys, sakusa had mumbled in frustration. “what’s going on with you today...”

and that was the last straw

you turned to him with frustration, too, the build-up tears finally escaping your eyes

“what do you mean-” you hiccuped, “what do you mean what’s going on with me today? i tried to tell you but it seemed like...”

sakusa lets go of the keys, the entrance door still closed. “like what?” he dared to whisper

“like you didn’t care, omi...”

he paused for a moment, watching as you looked down from him; hiding your face and your feelings

sakusa doesn’t know what overcame him— it’s not like him to act on instinct but he did just now

he brings you to his arms, taking off his mask in the process and leaning his cheek beside your head

“i dont,” he says cautiously this time. “i don’t know what made you think that, but i can assure you that i care about you,”

“the most,” sakusa added

he was hugging you a bit tighter than usual, his chest beathing in a frenzy against your ears

sakusa will clarify to you what he had said earlier, making sure to voice out his true intentions and feelings

and yes, you’re sobbing in his arms outside the house but he doesn’t give any care to that at all

sakusa presses a kiss on top of your head, gently pulling you off of him after your sobbing had calmed down

“let’s come in,” his fingers intertwines with yours, finally pulling you inside

ah, but you remembered something. “oh, sorry... i took a lot of time out of our chores today”

sakusa turns back to you, scruffling your head

“don’t worry about it. i’m taking care of you today.”

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