#honestly how hard is it to set a timer

[ingravinoveritas]

Has no one in GT’s life ever taught her to cook? Your 38 years old and your still burning food and turning it into a joke? It’s very much not funny, the way she burns and possibly throws away food which is wasteful when millions of people and children all around the world are starving for even one bite. But go off, burn your food, throw it out your rich husband can just get you all the food that you want just to burn it again

Hi, Anon. Well, I know you sent this a few days ago in response to one of Georgia's Insta stories:

But strangely enough, there were two more from just today of the same theme, so we'll get screenshots of those up so we can discuss:

I think what gets me is that when Georgia started making these posts, it was like a "Ha ha, kitchen mistake, so relatable" kind of one-time thing. But there have been so many of these posts since then that it's long since stopped being funny and gone entirely into the realm of unrelatable...and then when you see Anna making an Insta post copying Georgia two months ago (while making a Staged reference, of course), it very quickly starts to seem fake.

Taken all together, what I am thinking is that Georgia is purposely burning these items of food for the sake of planned photo ops. I know that sounds crazy, but ultimately it's about furthering her brand--though I wish someone would let her and AL both know that "being deliberately bad at cooking" is not a personality trait--and she is not worried about wasting food because she (presumably) has something else to feed the kids.

Yet, as you said, Anon, it seems enormously tone deaf to do this when inflation and scarcity is a massive issue in the UK. It seems clear that Georgia is someone who has never experienced food insecurity in any way and rather than showing consideration toward those who are forced to do without and trying to set an example, this makes her come across as self-involved, and her mindset appears to be, "It's fine, we've got the money to buy something else." Which is not at all cute, but...there it is.

So those are pretty much my thoughts on the "Georgia burning food" stories. I also have a bunch of other GT-related Anons still to answer, so I ask folks to be patient with me as I try to catch up. Thanks for writing in! x

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ best brother ever ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, some cursing I think, the joke revolves around incest, not proofread, requested)

"Ok just stand here and be cute, got it?" You confirmed with Jaehyun, already trying and nearly failing to stop from laughing.

He eyes you suspiciously, "you're up to something."

You laughed, quickly masking it with a neutral expression, "Okay, just stand here, okay?"

He laughs, "Yes! I don't know how many times you've told me. Stand here, look pretty, act normal. Let's go."

You set up your phone on the kitchen counter in front of you both, you opened TikTok and set up the timer. You stood back and watched the video start recording, you crossed your arms across your chest, immediately breaking character.

This was a very clear and obvious result of you getting bored. An afternoon full of studying and filling your brain with too much information, which led to a “break,” which turned into an hour on TikTok where you saw this idea. You would do anything to get you away from homework, especially pranking Jaehyun.

"If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me-"

"Who are you threatening?" Jaehyun laughs loudly. Barely able to get a word out through his deep, dad-like laughter.

"Shut up!" You laugh, you take your stance again, "If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me first."

He snorts again but doesn't stop you. You pucker your lips and turn to Jaehyun to press a kiss to his lips. It's a short kiss, chaste and innocent. You run a hand down his chest before quickly and lightly smacking his ass.

"Hey- yo!" Jaehyun yells, jumping away from your wandering hands. The camera clearly embarrasses him, in any other situation this would honestly be tame.

You struggle to keep a laugh in, turning to the camera as you say, "best big brother ever."

His jaw drops in shock, "...oh- oh my god! What?! What?! What the fuck?!"

Johnny who was walking by runs into the kitchen, "what did you say?!"

Meanwhile you're bent over gasping for breath while you're laughing so hard you're beginning to cry. Jaehyun is busy wiping off his mouth and gagging, "she said- oh my god, ew! She kissed me and then said I was her brother!"

Johnny laughs, falling to the floor rolling around.

"We're never doing one of you little videos again! And you're not posting it either, got it?" Jaehyun parrots your earlier question.

Later when you do post the video and it got more than a little popular. A lot of big influencers reposting or commenting, the official frat page reposting and commenting, some brands even commented but the most liked comment wasn’t from any of them.

No. It was from Haechan. “Your man got the ick babe, nothing could put me off you😍😘😘”

[inuyashaluver]

Okay I think I need more MLT fics because that was too cute for me to handle at 7 AM

nail day - maya le tissier

maya le tissier x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend have your monthly nail session, resulting in silly arguments and timers being set

warnings: nothing i think, fluffy!!

a/n: your wish is my command, lovely! IM FEEDING EVERYONE MAYA CONTENT WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, I LOVE HER ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, maya find it hard to be apart from each other. the familiarity of one another’s presence was considered a necessity at this point.

a main contributor to your major codependency is the fact that you both play for england and manchester united. there wasn’t really an option to be separated and that was the way you liked it.

—

you and maya originally started dating when you both signed for brighton & hove in 2018, you were the same age and just stuck together like glue, your friendship short lived until you both started flirting shamelessly with each other.

through endless pining and yearning over numerous dates, you began to date when maya made the first move.

it was a cold day and maya had texted you that chilly morning that she had a little surprise for you. when she came to pick you up for training, she stood at your front door with a warm drink in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

“what’s all this for?” you smile, hugging the girl tightly, taking the items quickly before ushering her inside your flat.

“oh just because, look how they spelt your name on the cup” she giggles nervously, fiddling with her hands as she avoids eye contact with you.

your eyebrows furrow but you look at the cup nonetheless, you look down to see maya’s handwriting on the cup.

‘girlfriend ♡’ followed by a little ‘please x’ written under it. the smile on your face was something maya would never forget, it made her heart beat so fast, honestly feeling like a panic attack.

you put your cup down with a big smile and immediately jump on the girl, she catches you by your thighs and laughs brightly when you kiss her cheek repeatedly.

“i’d love to be your girlfriend! you’re so cute” you coo, she smiles up at you and wraps her arms around your waist to give you a tight hug. “you’re the cutest” she mumbles into your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss there while she holds you to her.

everything felt right in that moment, like a missing piece of you was finally complete. both of you knew, this was special.

—

when you and maya signed to manchester united, you moved in together in a brand new flat, creating a home of your own together. a perfect reflection of the two of you in every nook and cranny.

one thing you and maya agreed on wholeheartedly was that spending time together outside of football related activities was incredibly important to your relationship.

whether it was enjoying a night in or just going out for a stroll, you both loved that quality time of just being together without a care in the world.

one of your favourite activities to do with each other was to get your nails done. every single one of your teammates at united as well as england knew how important nail day was to you and maya.

it was a time for both of you to just sit and chat with a little pampering, you would both make an effort to match in some way. whether it was the same colour or same little design, both of you would be walking out of that nail salon with matching smiles and nails.

did you get teased for it? oh god, like no tomorrow but you and maya loved it more than anything. a subtle yet extremely loud ode to your relationship.

something else you and maya also loved about nail day was your nightly back scratching session. sure it sounds weird but you and maya literally couldn’t get enough of it, becoming part of your night routing no matter where you were.

so much so, it blended into your everyday lives, the gentle scratch of nails offering a comfort the both of you couldn’t explain, it was familiar, it was home.

—

you and maya finally had a free weekend, both of you excited for nail day. the previous day in training, some of the girls were asking what you’re matching set will be this time, something maya took great pride in and asked for opinions to everyone that was willing.

“do you think red or white?” maya ponders to ella and millie, the girls look at your girlfriend with amused smiles as she slings an arm over your shoulder.

“hm, red goes with the kit” ella points out, millie nods along with the girls words. maya thinks about it for a moment, “true, but england camp is in a couple days and we won’t have time to change it so if it’s white then it’s universal” maya explains, at your girlfriend’s seriousness, you begin to giggle.

maya immediately looks down at you with a smile before she realises you’re mocking her, “baby, this isn’t a joke” maya huffs, “i know, lovey” you nod with a sympathetic pout before kissing her cheek affectionately, causing the girl to melt into your touch with pink cheeks.

“but if we’re wearing the away kit, you could also get blue as well” millie informs, this conversation was genuinely so serious and it was so endearing.

maya sighs, she’s frustrated. “shit, you’re right,” she tucks you closer into her side as you all conversed.

“we’ll figure it out, maya baby, don’t stress” you chuckle, reaching up to graze your nails on the back of her hand to ease her worries, maya looks at you and nods before giving you a quick kiss on your lips.

—

you both ended up getting both blue and white nails, maya gives you a satisfied smile when you both interlock hands after walking out of the salon. you both had the time of your life just chatting and enjoying each other’s company while getting your nails done.

when you both got back to your house, you both binge watched a bunch of movies while packing your bags for camp, which was coming up the next day.

giggling and getting distracted by maya wanting your attention. managing to tug you in her lap to lazily make out, you give into her for a couple minutes before you realise what she was doing.

“maya” you scold, she smirks at you while she squeezes your hips, “yes, beautiful?” she kisses your lips sweetly and you physically have to push her away when she keeps chasing your lips for more contact.

“the bags” you point out with a smile, she groans and rests her forehead against your collarbone, nuzzling into you while you remind her what she needed to pack, she tended to be quite forgetful when it came to packing her bag. (you think she does it on purpose to make you do it - spoiler, she does)

“you’re not listening, are you?” you huff, feeling the girl kiss your neck gently, “you sound very pretty” she mumbles into your skin, moving to kiss your jaw and giving you a teasing kiss on the corner of your mouth.

you shake your head at her amusingly, “you’re impossible” you whisper against her lips, kissing her quickly before hopping off her, receiving numerous complaints as you packed the girl’s bag for her. she gave you a big, dizzying kiss as a thank you so you weren’t complaining.

that night as soon as you got to bed, maya gives you a devious grin and you already knew what she wanted. she pushed you to lie flat on the bed while she peeled your shirt slightly upwards.

you let out a sigh of relief when the girl gently rakes her nails over the skin of your back. she kisses your cheek as she scratches your back, smiling at the way you completely melted under her touch. it was incredibly intimate for the both of you, something that you both considered your love language for each other.

after about five minutes, you and maya swap, she hums happily as your nails graze her warm skin. “i love you” she exhales, you kiss her back quickly, “i love you” you giggle at her progressively getting sleepier by the second.

you take your hand off her for a second and she immediately springs up to look at you with an offended expression. “hey! that was way shorter than what i did for you!” maya accuses, throwing you a half-hearted scowl as you look at her with wide eyes.

“it was the same amount!” you laugh, she shakes her head instantly, sitting up to face you in the bed. “no, baby, sorry but you’re wrong,” maya tutts, crossing her arms over her chest as you giggle at her.

“don’t laugh, it’s not funny!” she whines, you nod and place a hand on her thigh, your nails gently scraping the skin there.

you watch her visibly soften for a second before she points an accusatory finger at you, “don’t try and weasel your way out of this, missy” she scoffs, you laugh brightly at her and you can see her fight a smile.

“i’m not laughing” maya grits and rolls her eyes, you can see the corners of her mouth twitching as you laugh at her. “hm, i think you’re smiling though” you grin, moving closer to her and poking her cheek, she moves her head to bite your finger and you yelp as she almost catches it between her teeth.

“nope, that’s it’, we’re setting a timer” maya hurriedly grabs her phone from her bedside table and puts on a five minute timer, looking at you expectantly when she lays back down. “fine” you groan, watching your girlfriend become a puddle under your touch.

after the timer went off, she reset it and you immediately protest. “maya! no, it’s my turn!” you whine, the girl looks at you in mock confusion, “what, no? it’s still mine, look” she shows you her screen and you can see she reset the timer.

you narrow your eyes at her but give in easily, you both would do anything for each other and you both knew it.

“the deal is that you scratch your girlfriend’s back, (y/n/n), be serious!” maya exclaims after scratching your back after her 3 turns, moving to tackle you to the bed, you both lay on your sides giggling and smiling as you just look at each other. the amount of love you held in your eyes told you both everything and more.

she grins lazily at you when you push some stray hairs out of her face, she pulls you closer to her and instinctively scratches your back.

you smile and kiss her sweetly, returning the gesture and falling asleep easily that night.

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when you both arrive to camp, you’re immediately asked about the results of nail day, maya boasts immediately and shows off to everyone. even showing the media team which has shown to be a new tradition in the arrival videos.

long story short, nail day is essential for both of you and everyone knows it.

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you know the drill - pretend it’s you! ily lessiiii

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mayaletissier: don’t let your girlfriend take advantage of you just because she’s cute and pretty, kids

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yourname: you don’t scratch someone’s back for two seconds and suddenly you’re taking advantage of them

↳ mayaletissier: i still love you

↳ yourname: i’m a saint because i love you more

yourname: you got way more scratches then i did!

↳ mayaletisser: i did not!

↳ yourname: 30 minutes worth!?

↳ mayaletissier: have i ever told you how beautiful you are

↳ yourname: minx

lionesses: these nails were a definite favourite!!

[justmeinatree]

Empty As A Bottle Of Wine

Summary : niall gets home from tour. you’ve missed each other incredibly.

TW : cockwarming

Word Count : 2k

GIF : @horansqueen

you were pouring your fifth? sixth? cup of coffee as the chime on your clock went off. you looked over at the time, showing it was 4am. 

it seemed a bit ridiculous really, waiting up so late. after niall’s show last night, he jetted off to your place for his 2 week break. he would be exhausted and seeing as you’ve lost count of the amount of coffees you drank, you’re pretty tired too. but honestly, nobody would be able to sleep knowing he was finally on his way. this was by far the longest stretch away since you two met and you’re more than ready to feel his touch again.

you weren’t in an official relationship yet, both too busy flirting and lusting to make a serious move. it was both your faults really. you weren’t sure that you were ready for the incredibly grandiose life change that would come with publicly dating niall. and him, well, you weren’t quite sure why he never made the move, but you do know he had been burned bad in the past. 

long nights were spent listening to him pour his heart out about how the others never got him, had a hard time being thrusted into celebrity status, and just had difficulty adjusting to his hectic schedule. you can imagine it being difficult not knowing where in the world your boyfriend was, but isn’t that why they made cell phones anyway? communication works both ways.

as niall steps into the house, he immediately smells the fresh coffee. he chuckles to himself, thinking that you set the timer on the machine before going to sleep, so that he could have a warm drink after his long night. he drops his bags at the door, not caring about getting them much further than the entrance. he runs his hand through his hair as he rounds the corner into your kitchen. it’s fairly dimly lit, just a few candles spread out and some soft lighting, seeping in from the living room. he notices you perched on the counter, coffee mug in hand as you’re taking a sip. 

it takes him a moment, through bleary, sleep deprived eyes, to notice that you’re there, awake. “hey nialler”, you speak quietly, with a small smile on your face. he lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he makes his way over to you. he wordlessly wraps you up in his arms, tucking his face in your neck. he squeezes you tightly, breathing in your sweet scent. a mix of your honey scented shampoo, lavender body wash, plus the lingering coffee and it’s just so you. he holds you tighter, afraid that you might slip away if he lets go of you.

your arms are wrapped around his body, one hand snaking into his hair, holding him close to you. you’ve been strong the last few months, keeping yourself busy. the less you think of him, the less you can miss him. but now that he’s here, his arms wrapping your tiny frame, you realize just how terribly hard this time away from him has been. he’s your security blanket. his body wrapping yours up, his scent, his soft hair, it’s everything you didn’t know just how badly you needed.

you gently leave traces of kisses over his shoulder, giving his hair a little tug. he looks up at you, his eyes a little red, with the remnants of tears in them. 

you look at him a bit confused, running the pads of your thumbs under his eyes to collect any bits of tear drops left behind.

“what’s wrong ni ? this is a happy moment, isn’t it?” you ask quietly, pecking the tip of his nose.

he lets out a little breathy chuckle, shaking his head, “ it’s the happiest moment,” he sighs contently. “hello my beautiful girl,” he mumbles, softly pressing his lips to yours.

you return the kiss, slotting your lips with his, letting them drag together lightly. you both try to convey just how much you missed each other, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.

you both pull apart, giving his bottom lip an extra little suck as you rest your forehead against his. “seriously ni, why the teary eyes?” you ask again.

he huffs a little bit of air, his hand coming up to cup your jaw as his thumb strokes your cheek. “i think it’s all just crashing hard. didn’t realize how much i missed ya, petal. how much this feels more like home than any of my actual houses”, he chuckles. “i’m so sorry i was gone so long, i promise it’ll never be like that again,” he mumbles, eyes locking with yours.

you can feel how much power he’s trying to put behind those words. how much he wishes it were true. but you both knew that neither of you had control over his schedule.

your hands cup his jaw, thumbs rubbing his cheeks as you give him a small smile. your hands trail down his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms. you give his hands a squeeze as you lock eyes with him again. “ni, don’t make promises you can’t keep. this was honestly harder than i thought it was gonna be, and i really don’t wanna bring my hopes up,” you murmur. “and fuck, also, please don’t ever apologize for doing what you love,” you add with a little more vigour. 

you decided long ago that no matter what would happen with niall, you would never get in the way of him doing what he loves. 

he pulls you into him, squeezing you tightly again, a lump forming in his throat. he realizes in that moment, that he had been so focused on not letting this become something that could potentially break his heart, that he had been breaking it himself. he knew what kind of girl you were, he knew that you were exponentially different than the others, and hearing you say those words broke him. 

“i’m keeping my promise,” he whispers into your neck. “i’ll fly you around the world if i have to, we are never going 3 months without seeing each other again. that’s a fucking promise, petal.”

he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand gripping the back of your head to keep you as close as possible. 

this kiss felt different. you knew it in your heart, there was no going back. a silent agreement that this was it. you were both going to let this happen, you simply couldn’t stop it anymore. 

he grips you under your legs, hoisting you up into his arms, carrying you upstairs. he nibbled on your neck the entire way, peaking over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t bumping into anything. 

he laid you down on the bed, getting on top of you, kissing you deeply. your hands ran down his back, slipped under his shirt and rubbed over his smooth skin. you felt shivers trailing behind your fingers, making you smile softly into the kiss. 

he breaks away from your lips, rolling onto his side next to you, pulling you into him, his fingers scratching lightly at your scalp, face buried into your hair. you grip his hip, pulling him infinitely closer to you, making him chuckle lightly, “the sun’s coming up love, and as much as i want this, m’fucking exhausted. and m’sure you are too. how about a little nap now and later i’ll wake ya up with my mouth on you?”

you whimper, throwing your leg over his waist, digging your heel into his ass, needing him so badly. needing the closeness and the intimacy you’ve been so intensely craving over the last few months.

he chuckles again, this time a little more breathily, his cock twitching at being pressed up against your heat for the first time in so long. “not tired darling?” he hums.

“m’exhausted,” you mumble. “but i need to feel you close ni.”

he hums, nodding his head, understanding how you feel. tonight is so so different for both of you. you can feel the shift of lusty flirting and needy sex to the strong passionate need you both have for each other. the kind of love where all your insecurities don’t matter because you have each other.

he taps your arm lightly, sitting himself up in bed, “got an idea pet,” he smiles, taking all of his clothes off and getting under the blankets. “join me?” 

you look at him questioningly, shimmying your clothes off. you weren’t about to say no, but still, “thought you were too tired?”

“m’not fuckin ya yet,” he chuckles. “but i want to feel close too. are ya wet petal?” he hums against your ear as you slip under the blankets as well. 

you whimper again, closing your eyes. you absolutely loved when he called you petal. he smiles knowingly, his mouth and fingers lightly trailing over your skin. from your jaw to your neck, down your shoulders and in the valley of your breasts. he pauses his mission for a moment, giving some attention to your left nipple while his fingers work at your right one. he sucks gently, leaving little nips, watching your head fall back, letting out a breathy moan, “missed your mouth on me.” 

you grip his hair, tugging a bit at the roots, making a mental note to ask him to keep growing it a tiny bit. the thickness of his locks with the current swoopy look was enough to get you going. 

he smirked up at you, pulling away from your chest. he kisses you again, nibbling on your bottom lip, “hmm love kissing you. it’s fucking intoxicating.”

you moan against his mouth as his fingers start gently swiping over your slit. he’s not using any pressure, letting his fingers slowly swirl around your opening, collecting your wetness.

“missed me love?” he hums, making you nod your head. “think you’re wet enough” he adds, pulling his fingers away. you whine at the loss, until he grips your thigh, pulling you flush to him. 

you’re both facing each other, laying on your sides, your leg thrown over his waist, his semi hard cock pressing against you.

he kisses you again, having missed the feel of your lips so badly. he reaches around you to grip his cock, pressing the head against you, making you moan into his mouth, your hips bucking instinctively to feel more of him. 

he slowly bottoms out, his cock fully settled inside you. your head is spinning at the feel of him. you had used some toys while he was away, but nothing compares to the warm feeling of real flesh inside you. 

you’re seeing stars, gripping onto him tightly as he grunts out, “fuck, petal, i can feel you throbbing.” 

you breathe heavily, digging your face into his neck, so overwhelmed with emotion that you start trembling lightly. 

niall rubs your back soothingly, his cock buried deep inside you, staying completely still, murmuring in your ear, “s’just me love. m’right here with you - fuck, you’re so warm,” he breathes out. “does it feel good pet? you’re trembling.”

you breathe out a whiny moan into his neck. “christ niall, i can’t stop squeezing around you. s’so so good. so close to you ni, s’fucking good” you babble, your head a little fuzzy.

“i feel you love,” he hums. “m’not going anywhere. can sleep like this, yeah ? stay nice and close.”

you nod, loving being so full. full of him. he’s here, he’s back, and you’re not sure what the next step is, but you know you’re taking it with him and that’s good enough. 

you slowly drift off to sleep, niall humming a soft tune, so incredibly excited to spend the next couple weeks with each other.

Part 2

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Masterlist

[muldermuse]

please can we see more of jealous gator and maybe a pregnancy scare in two sinners?

i fuckin love these crazy kids

jealous gator is coming!!! i promise!!

pregnancy scare drabble below the cut

warnings: mentions of morning sickness, pregnancy terminations, slut shaming etc

part of the two sinners works

You’d been ill all week, unable to keep any food down and feeling a level of exhaustion that had settled deep in your bones. Gator had text to ask to meet up nearly every day but you honestly couldn’t think of anything worse than having a man near you right now. You’d called in sick and spent the week feeling very sorry for yourself whilst lying on the couch watching whatever trash was on the TV. Whenever you glanced in the mirror; you were taken aback by how awful you looked. Your eyes were dull with dark bags underneath and your skin was pale. Your stomach rumbled but the thought of food made you retch. A pang of raw pain struck your stomach and your nausea doubled as you thought, when was the last time you had a period?

Was it this month?

The month before?

The past few weeks had been a lot, your job becoming overwhelming and life had begun taking steady, yet hard, digs at you. First, you got a flat tyre, then you dropped your phone and smashed your screen. Later the same week, your favourite jeans ripped at the thigh seam and to top it all off, this new guy you’d been speaking to had got back with an ex. 

So yeah, it was fair to say that your focus had not been on your menstrual cycle.

Without getting changed or bothering to make yourself look more presentable, you grab your keys and head to your local store to buy a test.

***

Gator was bored. This was the kind of day shift where usually he’d drop by your place and grip his hands into the fact of your ass as you rode him. He’d been desperate to see you all week but you’d been too ill. The thought of your body and the things you could do to make him feel good plagued his mind. He’d spent every night this week fisting his cock in the shower to thoughts of you whilst Glenda was crocheting in the next room. A trill ring snaps him out of his thoughts and he groans before answering- it’s Glenda.

“Hi hon, everythin’ okay?” he sounds exasperated but he knows that Glenda won’t pick up on that. Sometimes, he thinks that Glenda calls him just to hear her own voice.

“Yeah yeah, all good hon. Hey, guess who I saw buying a pregnancy test at the store?”

He knows that it’s you before she even says your name.

He feels the blood drain from his face and Glenda’s voice fades into static in the background.

This cannot be fucking happening. 

When was the last time you had slept together? Would you keep it? Is he going to be a dad? He thinks that you’d be a great mom but before that thought can even embed itself further in his brain; he pushes it away.

He tunes back into Glenda’s voice as she continues to talk to herself, “well y’know hon it’s like I said, with that many guy friends she has- somethin’ like this was bound to happen, dontcha think?”.

“Yeah hon, listen I gotta go alright? I’ll uh- I’ll see you at home” She tells him that she loves him before he hangs but he doesn’t say it back.

He puts the sirens on the car as he races to your home. The thoughts in his head are spinning that quickly that he’s beginning to feel numb, becoming too overwhelmed to focus on anything but driving. He dumps his car on your front lawn and tries hard not to run into your home. He tries to take deep calming breaths with each step, he thinks of his father and how Roy would kill him if he ever found out. The door is unlocked so he lets himself inside.

***

The test is face down on your bathroom counter and so is your phone screen. The package promised instant results in ‘just three minutes’ and you’d set a timer on your phone. You know Gator’s footsteps, they’re always urgent and stomping on your stairs. His face is white as he walks through your bathroom door and makes eye contact with you.

You're sat on the rim of your bath, “Glenda?” you ask as he nods; his eyes wide in panic. You huff, “I fuckin’ knew I saw her at the store”.

He’s silent as he sits next to you, anxiety radiating off his body and his breath quick. Neither of you look at each other until the alarm rings out, you stop it with one tap and take a deep breath as you hold the test in your hand. It’s still turned face down so you don’t know the answer yet. 

Your voice is shaky and you can feel tears threatening to pour down your face, “I don’t wanna look”.

Gator’s warm hand settles on your knee, his thumb rubbing in a  calming motion; you don’t know if he’s doing this for you or for himself. “We don’t have to look yet”.

You’re both in limbo; unsure how much time has passed. It could be five minutes or it could be an hour. The sun is still high in the clear sky and shining through the small window in your bathroom. It’s becoming stiflingly hot but you feel paralysed with fear. You’ll have to research clinics where you can have a termination, are you going to have to travel out of state? You and Gator could never be a family but, maybe you could keep the child a secret. Maybe you could move out of state together and raise your baby together. Maybe, in another town, you could both start afresh. You could be young lovebirds who are looking forward to starting a family together. No one would have to know what you’d both run from. The baby would never have to know about their psychotic grandfather. You have options and you feel a wave of calm wash over you. 

Before you can overthink it; you turn the test in your hands.

Negative.

Not pregnant.

Thank.

Fuck.

You both let out a shaky breath of relief.

“I’ve uh- I bought a few more, just in case it’s like a false negative or whatever. I’ll probably do two more now and then do one tomorrow maybe” you can feel the confidence returning to your voice. 

“Yeah, of course, I’ll go sit downstairs just y’know- do what you gotta do” you both exchange a quick smile before Gator heads downstairs. 

His heart is still pounding as he sits down on your couch, he isn’t sure if he’s relieved or upset. What the fuck is he thinking? Of course, he’s relieved. The two of you having a baby is completely out of the question. Maybe this scare should make him more concerned about sleeping with you and he considers that it could be time to stop this. His daddy is starting to pressure him more about proposing to Glenda and she’s dropping hints about marriage basically every day at this point. All these thoughts evaporate when you walk into the room holding three negative pregnancy tests. You straddle him and his hands grab your hips. You both spend the rest of the afternoon making out and trying to push the fear of the past few hours to the back of your mind. 

He can’t stop this.

He can’t let go of you.

[catkyunie]

Sleepless Inquiries ♡

Happy Mingi Month Day 3 of 31 ✧˖°.

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: Mingi cannot sleep and therefore, neither will you. 

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: idol!mingi x fem!reader

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: just straight up fluff with some lighthearted ribbing

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): established relationship, lighthearted teasing, alluding to relationship anxiety

𝚠𝚌: 1.6k

You loved him. You had to keep reminding yourself of that even as he poked at your cheek and asked insistently if you were awake, his body acting as the koala and you the tree.

“Jagiyaaa.” he whined.

“Mingi. It is past midnight. We both have to be up at six in the morning. Please.”

“But I can’t sleep. And you’re ignoring me.” 

You didn’t need to see his face to paint a clear image of how his face contorted into the most overdramatic pout you had ever had the privilege of experiencing. It wasn’t very often that this happened. Most nights, waking Mingi from his sprawl on the couch and coercing him to bed was a chore. Despite how hard he worked and how thinly he spread himself between the studio, dance practice, the gym, and promotional schedules, this man always made time for sleep. That was unless you both needed to be awake at the butt crack of dawn. No, now he wanted to share every thought that popped into his brain as if it was the last thing he’d ever say. 

“Ignore is a strong word. I’m just trying to sleep.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“...do I have a choice?” you asked halfheartedly. 

“Y/n. Answer the question.”

With a sigh, you readjusted yourself beneath the shared blanket and the lengthy appendages of the man before stating plainly, “I’m trying not to listen to you, Mingi.”

“That’s the textbook definition of ignoring someone, y/n.” 

Under your breath, you mumbled something about potentially going to prison before huffing in defeat. Twisting to look over your shoulder at him (and sure enough, there was the world-famous Mingki Pout), you lifted a finger in warning to make your point clear. 

“Five minutes. That is all I am willing to bargain with. Deal?”

Shooting up and onto his hip, Mingi stared down at you in a very authentic and intentional offense before biting out hotly, “Five minutes?! What the hell am I supposed to be able to get out of my mouth in five minutes–”

“Aht, aht!” you cut him off quickly, fully twisting yourself beneath him and wriggling that finger straight into his chest, “Didn’t your parents teach you to be grateful for the little things in life?” 

“Fifteen.” There was no way he was honestly trying to bargain right now. 

“Five.”

“...thirteen.”

“Mingi.”

“C’mon, y/n, at least give me ten! Meet me in the middle.”

Silence. You stared up at him while he stared down at you, your eyes squinting incredulously. Gone were the pout and disgruntellment. His face was utterly deadpan. Quiet and expressionless. Throwing your hands over your head and muttering more threats of violence against him, you returned to your position in the bed, fighting against the smirk that tempted to break your annoyance as he giggled excitedly and resumed his koala to tree formation. 

“Alexa,” you called out into the dark room. 

“Ain’t no way.”

“Set a timer for ten minutes.”

As Alexa confirmed that the timer had been set, Mingi pinched at your side. “Was that necessary?” 

“Very. Now fire away, bucko.”

You wished you could say you regretted giving him his wiggle room to spew forth whatever thoughts he felt the need to share, but, in reality, you enjoyed Mingi when he was like this. In the darkness of this room, curled up beside you and finding any way he could to establish skin-to-skin contact, he didn’t have to put on a show. He got to fully put away the Mingi that was always mindful of the need to perform and behave a certain way. Here, in this quiet, shadowed part of his little world, he could be fully and unapologetically himself, and for whatever reason, he had decided to share that piece of himself with you. And you were thankful for that, despite the playful teasing and razzing. When the alarm began to sound from Alexa, indicating the end of his ten minutes, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. But, regardless, your exhaustion quickly won the fight and overshadowed whatever sappy emotions you were experiencing. 

Rolling into his chest, you now become the koala. You yawned into his tee shirt and asked sleepily.”Feel better now?”

“No…I’m still not tired.” he pouted, wrapping his arms around you securely and tucking you into his chest.

You bit at the inside of your cheek as you contemplated Mingi’s pout and inability to sleep. Again, this wasn’t very typical behavior for him. Even on the nights he had difficulty falling asleep, he never actively went out of his way to keep you up. Usually, if that happened, he’d just crawl out of bed and mosey into the main room to either scroll on his phone or watch some late-night program. Snuggling deeper into the core of his large body, you nodded in recognition before asking, “You’ve got a lot to say, but you haven’t told me why you’re having trouble falling asleep. Got something on your mind?” 

“Hmm…” he pondered aloud before burying his face in your hair. 

“Promise not to make fun of me?” he asked playfully, though he already knew the answer. 

“Scout’s honor.” 

A beat of silence passed between the two of you before he stated simply, albeit a bit bashfully, “It’s our first tour scheduled since you and I started seeing each other seriously, and I’m not going to get the chance to see you, much less cuddle with you, for a while. So I’m just trying to squeeze in as much time with you as possible, I guess…”

Well, that hit you directly in the heart. The thought had also been heavily on your mind since the tour announcement. Still, you had tried your best to bury it away at the back of your mind and not give it the breathing room to fester and grow into something more significant than it needed to be, especially since there wasn’t anything either of you could do about it. Creating enough space between the two of you to peer up at him and brush your lips softly against his jaw, you spoke against his cheek as you shuffled your way up the length of his body.

“Oh, Mingki, it’ll be okay. There are still a few weeks left till the tour, and we can plan as many cute little dates and things between now and then as you’d like, okay? And, besides, while you’re away, we can call or FaceTime between shows.” Now facing him directly, you palmed his face, feeling how he nuzzled into your palm before kissing your wrist. You pressed your forehead to his, your fingers tenderly rubbing at and tugging the length of his ear before pressing your lips to his and kissing him sweetly. Still against his mouth, you whispered into your shared breath quietly, “I’ll miss you, my Mingki, but we’ll be just fine. Just think how exciting it’ll be once you come home?” 

Suddenly, you felt his face draw back from yours, and you could feel his eyes sparkling, matching the smile you felt pull at the corners of his full mouth. 

“It’ll be like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped up in one!” he stated excitedly, leaning forward to press his face into your neck and nipping at you playfully. You wrapped your arms around his head and cradled him against you, unable to suppress the giggle that sprang forth from your heart and warmed your chest. When you first started seeing Mingi seriously, you couldn’t help but question what you had done to deserve this sunspot of a human. He adored every facet of you and hung on every word you said. Much the same way that you loved and admired him. It wasn’t until a few months in that you both realized it wasn’t about what had happened or who deserved who more. You two were supposed to find one another, he the sun to your moon, and vice versa. You were each other’s person. That was why you could say with the utmost confidence that, while this may be one of the many hurdles you’d face as a couple, it would be one you could and would face together and come out on the other side just as much in love as you were before, if not more so. 

Pulling his face to yours for a final, sweet kiss, you resumed your position and snuggled into the warm embrace of his body, sighing contentedly. “Try and get some rest, sweet boy. Tomorrow after schedules, we can plan out dates up until the moment you leave. Okay?”

You felt him nod against you as you felt his bones settle around you, his breathing deepening as quiet filled the room and began to drag you both down into a deep sleep. 

“Jagi?”

You knew it was too good to be true. 

“Yes, love?”

“Do you think we’d still be a couple in an alternate universe?”

Dammit, if this man did not make it utterly impossible to be upset with him while simultaneously making you want to strangle him and punt him into another dimension…

“Go to sleep, Mingki.”

“What if we already got married and had five kids?”

Okay, but that is such a sweet sentiment, but have mercy from above. He could have this conversation with you at any other time than now. 

“Song Mingi.”

“What?”

“Go to sleep.”

Again, silence. One that had you holding your breath as you cooly counted the seconds to yourself, waiting, hoping. Praying that he would finally meet sleep’s sweet embrace so that you may follow close behind. And, just as you released the inhale you had been holding in your lungs, the question that broke the camel’s back. 

“Which Avenger do you think I’d be in the MCU?”

“I want a divorce.”

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: I had entirely too much fun writing this one. Just a little bit of fluff to counter act the heaviness we got with Day 2. Also, shoutout to everyone that has liked, reblogged, or followed me from this series! The love has been appreciated and I can’t wait to share more with everyone!✧˖°.

[ciaoteamo]

Easter Sunday 18+

pairings: loki x gn!reader

summary: barely any plot, just easter sunday antics 🥲

warnings: honestly, this is just some real freaky smut, and if you can’t handle it, you might want to scroll😭 read at your own risk tbh

further warning: sub!konïg, dom!reader, anal penetration, begging, crying, degrading, reader is referred to as mistress, torture, vibrator, overstim, cursing, bondage, oral, edging, biting, paddling.

“goodnight, and again, Happy Easter!” You say to the last of the friends and family leaving your home. You wanted to host a party for friends and family and it was definitely super fun.

It was around 1 am when König decided to start acting bratty. He was pressing his hard-on against your back while you sat and played games with your friends.

Making sour faces at the kids that ran up to you, sharing their excitement for the hunt with you. He even blatantly ignored your request for assistance with decorating eggs with the many children.

He even glared at the children who idolized the uniform he wore as he didn’t have time to change before coming.

In the end, you ended up with your favorite dress ruined by edible paint, and a huge mess on the kitchen floor.

You could say you were upset, but that would be an understatement.

You smile and wave outside of your door at the family pulling out of your long driveway. You close the door and take a deep breath before turning around.

“from this moment on, you’re on all fours.” You say sternly. His arms cross and he stands up straight and tall.

You reach up and snatch him down towards you by the collar of his shirt. He grunts in shock and his eyes widen.

“i will not tell you again, König.” You emphasized his nickname. As to say “some king you are”.

He listens and gets down on his hands and knees, not making a sound.

“i like how quiet you are, only words that should come out are the safe word, and yes/no (y/n). got it?”

“…yes (y/n)” He starts to shift in his position.

“i’m going outside, when i come back, i want you naked.”

“yes (y/n)” He says as you walk away, the clicking of your heels growing faint.

You grab a bag of decorative plastic eggs and take them outside, hiding them as you did before. You hid 10, and one golden egg.

And you made sure it was the hardest to find. You dust your hands off with your new dress and set the basket by your back door.

You leave the door open and walk through the kitchen and back into the living room by the front door.

“good boy, now, you have 10 minutes to find 11 eggs. If you find the golden egg, you’ll get your usual punishment, come back without it, and there will be hell to pay. got it?” You smile down at the man.

“yes ma’am” He drops his head.

“your time starts the moment you step onto the grass.” You watch him crawl outside, waiting to start your alarm.

He grabs his basket and you start the timer. You hum and walk up your grand staircase, heading down the long hall and towards your room.

You enter and put on a slim short, slim fitting dress. You accessorized it with a thigh garter and a matching pair of platform heels.

You plan on using the guest room to tease him so that you wontthave to worry about cleaning sheets until 7 am.

You pack the bedpost restraints, a long, red rope, a few toys, some lube, and a bucket. You haul it all to the guest room and get it set up. lowering the temperature so that it doesn’t get overheated.

You grab the pail and take your time walking in your heels down the stairs, wouldn’t want tonight to end with tragedy.

You fill it with ice cubes and take a peek outside. You couldn’t see the man in the grass. You open the door and look around and it was silent, still with no sight of him.

Your alarm went off, making you almost jump out of your skin. Suddenly there was a few clanking noises and König came out of your shed.

“did you find it?” You lean in the doorway and cross your arms. He shakes his head no. You hum, knowing that the egg wasn’t even out there. “we’ll follow me, bring the eggs.”

As you walk through your kitchen for the 80th time today, you stop and look up at the ‘Kiss the Chef’ paddle that hung over your sink window.

“fetch me that paddle as well, you can stand for that of course, i’ll be in the guest room” You say simply before skipping back up the stairs.

You patiently wait for him, sitting in the center of the bed with your legs crossed. Lazily rolling your ankle in circles.

You hear plastic rattling and see your boyfriend crawling into the room. “very good boy”

You take everything from him and place them by the bed. He patiently waits for your next demand.

“on the bed, all fours” You say, grabbing the eggs and lube.

You tie his hand and feet to keep him in his bent position.

“you weren’t very good today, you know that?”

“yes mistress” He responds with a muffle.

“i’ll let you go off script for this next question…” You cover two fingers in line and slide them into his puckered hole, just to make sure he was loose enough. He flinches at the cold substance.

“why did you behave so poorly… you know only good boys get rewarded..” You work your fingers in and out of him, making him groan.

“i-i don’t know” He answers. You sigh and pick up the paddle, giving him a his cheeks a run for their money. He almost yells out at the pain.

“try again” You command, adding another finger.

“i-ah~… i wanted… wanted you to look at me” He stuttered.

“i did look at you baby boy, you’re quite hard to miss..” You curl your fingers and massage his prostate, making his back arch up.

“not like you look at everyone else…” He admitted, pulling at the restraints.

“oh, i’m sorry, mommy won’t do it again..” You drop the paddle and rub on his back with your hand. a the hairs in the area rose a bit as he shivered under your tender touch.

You pulled your fingers out grabbed a few eggs from the basket. “well, big boys use words… words wouldn’t have got you into this situation..”

You slowly push a pink egg in, watching him suck it in with ease. “unless… this is what you wanted?” You push another in and he winces.

“you just couldn’t wait to be tied up and fucked silly huh? probably thought about it all night” You continue filling him with the eggs, keeping count of how many were inside.

You stop and firmly gripped his balls. “am i right?”

“y-yes! yes mistress” His voice went up an octave.

You let him go and continue your original task. “you’re such a worthless slut… hunting for eggs while naked and being stuffed relentlessly…”

You got to the final egg and forced them to stay using a butt plug.

König’s legs were spread and his arch was excellent. You give him a few more licks with the paddle until words are stuck on his skin in shades of dark purple.

“let’s get you flipped over” You untie him and retie him sitting up, back against the headboard. You grab the newest vibrator of your collection and rest it along the vein of his penis.

“this is specifically for edging. it has a timer set to one minute, and if you cum while it’s still on, you’ll be punished. are were clear?” He nods and you turn the device on, you left it on low, just enough power to not overstimulate him.

His chest rose and fell at an abnormal pace and his eyes were shut tight. This was something g he often did to focus on things.

While looking over his body, you get the itch to touch him. Why wouldn’t you? He’s yours after all.

Your fingers gave a feathery rub that ascended from the arch of his foot to the inside of his thigh.

And oh was he losing it, his skin immediately jumping and groggy moans erupting from his throat.

So basically this was a draft that i’m just gonna post and see if you guys want the rest of it. I have so many things to work on but don’t even know if i should drop lol.

[gabessquishytum]

Started thinking about toys in an omegaverse, and came up with one for dreamling to use as both omegas; imagine a double-ended dildo, but at the center are two knots close together. If each omega takes in the dildo and pops a knot in, their crotches are flush together enough that it feels like it’s each their partner’s knot.

So now imagine Hob and Dream, two omegas, riding one of these together. It could be a pretty basic model, the knots always present and only just small enough to push into their holes without much issue, and then once in they can grind on the knots together until they come. There’s also a fancier model, where the knots can inflate either with a remote control or a timer; Hob and Dream can treat it as an ordinary double-ended dildo up until either the timer goes off or whichever of them holding the remote presses the button, at which point the knots will inflate and lock them together.

More of a word picture than a story this time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-🪽anon

Ooo I like this a lot. The omega x omega sex toy concept is so good, I kinda love the idea of the omegas being able to "fight" for the knot in the middle, both of them wanting their partner to get knotted first, but every time they thrust forward they ultimately get the rebound thrust... I think its a great idea for a toy.

I really like the idea of Hob really getting into the whole thing and talking dirty like the toy is really his knot, talking about how he's going to knot Dream so hard and fill him up. Maybe he pushes forward and properly mounts on top of Dream, driving the fake knot closer and closer... Maybe Dream cums just hearing Hob talk about it, and maybe Hob cums because Dream is squirming underneath him and the knot is starting to slip into both of them, tying them together...

When Dream finally comes back to full awareness he sees Hob licking the fake knot clean and sucking their combined cum off the toy. And then it's Dream’s turn to pounce and press Hob into the mattress. Maybe the knot also has a vibration setting that Dream is very interested to experiment on Hob with... before he tries it out himself 😏 it's endless fun tbh. And eventually they fall asleep, tied together by the swollen fake knot, both absolutely satisfied and very much looking forward to spending their next heats together, with the toy. Maybe they'll get a spare, just in case.

(You also asked about the other asks you sent getting lost - I am SO sorry, I honestly don't know what happened there. I feel like maybe they came in while I was really sick? I also had problems with not being able to edit my drafts, so there are honestly multiple things that could have occurred. I'm so sorry D: im going to dig through my inbox and see what i can find - i have 350 asks so they could very well be buried somewhere!)

[omo-queer]

hi! tysm for your answer 🥺 i looked up "rapid desperation" online and based on my own understanding, this is how it works:

1. drink the same specific amount of water every 15 mins within an hour (you can pee within that 1 hour).

2. after that first hour, you should continue doing it but this time, the hold starts. bathrooms are not allowed.

after this, what shall i do next? do i just keep drinking until i can't hold it anymore? or should i set a goal (for example, wait for 2 hours until i can finally pee)?

thank you so much for helping a beginner out! 💗 also looking forward to more of your blogs

- 🩰

the rapid desperation approach i've seen and used a variant on myself is:

drink at least a glass (350ml/12oz or about that) every hour. this works best if you start this at least an hour or two before the hold, and pee as normal. this part basically gives your kidneys the heads-up that they're gonna be moving water fast bc you keep drinking it.

then do what you're implying—drink a glass every 15 minutes for a hour during which you can pee regularly

after that, you're holding. continue drinking at 15 minute intervals, and keep going until you lose control—the idea behind rapid desperation is that it makes this part go quickly because you've told your body to make pee faster, essentially.

this takes more planning than just like. not peeing for a long time. but it can get some interesting results. i would honestly recommend you try a couple regular holds before you go for rapid desperation, making sure not to go past the point of pain (discomfort is fine but pain you have to be careful about), because rapid desperation is one of the easier ways to have to worry about electrolyte balance (salt/potassium stuff) if you do it way too hard or way too fast. that said, i mentioned it because you were asking for specific challenges and it's a very fun one, just as long as you listen to your body.

remember, your safety comes before anything else—holding is good fun but it's important to learn what your body can and can't do, and to listen when it gives you signs to stop. you're very unlikely to hold so long you seriously hurt yourself, because the body usually gives up trying to hold it in before that's likely. but in rare cases you can experience water toxicity or overwork the muscles around your bladder if you go way too hard right out of the gate and don't listen to your body. try not to hold two days in a row when you're first starting out, and give yourself longer breaks of at least a few days between intense holds (where you actually lose control or get really close) to give your bladder and your muscles time to recover.

ok. that's the safety lecture over. it's not really that risky a kink, i just really wanted to stress how important listening to your body is when holding.

if you haven't done any holds yet, my first recommendation would be to drink liquids as normal, maybe slightly more than normal, and wait until they catch up to your bladder—eventually, if you keep drinking normally, you won't be able to hold any longer and will begin leaking or even wet yourself. even getting close to this is really thrilling. coffee/tea and other diuretics help get you more desperate, too. i typically wait until i'm right on the edge of wetting and then either go to the bathroom or (if i have the situation to) keep holding until i lose control. setting a timer that's a little overambitious usually also works for me because i tend to have a bit more bladder strength than i assume... but i've also been recreationally holding it for a pretty long time, all things considered.

thank you for reaching out! i hope my answers are helpful. i'm glad you enjoy my posts—might do a hold tomorrow or the next day or something, and it seems folks have been submitting anons for bladder control (which i love!!) so there will no doubt be more posts on the way.

i'll be asleep for a while once i post this, but feel free to send in any other questions you have via ask or dm! and of course, i always welcome talking about holds/experiences in my inbox!

[heartfullofleeches]

How would host react to co-host has a history of secretly killing power abusing money hungry narcissist?

What, do you want a wedding? That'll happen regardless of who you kill. Host loves to play the moral high ground, but it's just an act. People like you've described are his favorite kind of guest. The type break under pressure or when their crimes are brought to light.

If you promise to be good and avoid getting yourself hurt or caught he'll let you leave the stage to grab someone. No killing, though. They're a contestant afterall. You can have your fun if they lose... or you suck up to him enough.

The click of his heel reminds you of the tick of a timer. Repeating; marking every single each second it takes you to reach him. Host waits for you on stage, arms folded and body rigid aside from the bounce of his foot against the floor. He stills as you stand before him, the sharpness of his final step making you flinch. For a man without eyes, his gaze was smothering. He definitely knew what you did.. His smile didn't reach as far, but it was still there. There was a still chance he didn't yet - right?

"Did you have fun?..."

He runs a finger across your cheek, grey skin dyed maroon as he shows you his hand. You're covered head to toe in the same dye along with the bag you drag behind you. It wasn't moving as much as it did when you first nabbed them either. Shit.

"Seems to me like you have."

Host pulls a handkerchief from his pocket. The way his hand grips your jaw isn't as delicate as it used to be, but it wasn't harsh. He scrubs as your face, clicking his tongue with a grumble at the blood that refuses to wash off.

"Honestly, Y/n. I give you my trust, and you throw the rules in my face. Not only have you frightened our guest more than necessary, but you also ruined the coat the others worked so hard to make for you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

You take a deep breath. Only one thing you could do to get yourself out of this. Dropping your knife and hold of the bag you twist the end of your shirt, eyes wide as you make yourself look smaller than you already are.

"I'm sorry.... They attacked me first so it was in self defense. Please don't me mad it me, Host. I won't do it again."

Host bends to your height, thumb stroking the curve of your jaw. "Dear.. We both know that's a lie. We have the footage to prove it, but there is something thing that works in your favor..."

Here it comes-

"You're so gosh darn cute!" Host scoops you into his arms, lifting you a full foot off their ground as he spins on his heels. Lacking the means to give you a proper kiss he presses his cheek to yours as he stops in the center of the stage. He ruffles your hair, setting you back down, but not letting you go.

"Oh, you know I can't stay mad at you- Disobey me again though and I'll have to punish you quite harshly."

[sloth-babied]

Love Will Find a Way

Sam Obisanya x reader

Summary: After a year of trying to get over Sam Obisanya, Colin insists you attend a speed dating event with him. 

And would you look at that, Sam’s here too. 

Contains: Drinking, light angst, and fluff. No use of y/n.

Word count: 2.8k

Notes: The fact that there aren't a numerous amount of fics about Sam is actually a crime so I had to step in.

Enjoy!

“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life,” Colin reads the pink chalk-written words on a wooden A-frame sign in front of the restaurant. He turns to you, pursing his lip while nodding as if he were impressed. 

You simply smile and nod, indulging your friend who suggested you come here with him.

You observe the room once you two enter—the quintessential red and pink balloons at every corner of the room, including pink lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Red and pink decor are set all around the place with a banner hanging maliciously over the seating area:

FOR SINGLES READY FOR LOVE

You sigh before you continue to look around. There’s a lot of older people here; people in their mid-forties and up. Makes sense. Those around your age usually rely on dating apps, but there are a few exceptions which, you guess, is a relief. 

You’re able to identify two other young people and realize one of them is Isaac. And the other is…oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.

You grab Colin’s bicep, hoping to reroute your plans. “You know what, actually I think I change my mind—”

“Wait, is that Isaac and Sam?” He notices, raising his damn hand excitedly. “Isaac! Sam!” Colin places his fists on his hips, shaking his head. “Who knew they’d be here?”

You give him a hardened stare before offering the other two footballers a disingenuous smile as they walk your way, drinks in hand.

Naturally your eyes drift to Sam and you can’t resist admiring his outfit for the night. A black turtleneck and brown khakis.

This is going to be a long night.

“Wild seein’ you here, innit?” Isaac says.

Colin nods fervently. “Yeah, weird coincidence.”

Sam gestures his drink in your direction. “What brings you here?

Oh, god, he’s talking to you.

You scratch the back of your neck nervously. “Colin was nice enough to invite me,” you tell him, though ‘nice’ is not the word you would honestly use. ‘Cruel’ sounds more accurate, but you digress.

Sam smiles thoughtfully, though he can’t say he doesn’t feel as awkward as you. “I’m sure you’ll find a match. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

You ignore Isaac and Colin glancing at each other, gripping the strap of your tote bag just a tad bit tighter. “And to you, also,” you shoot him a finger-gun with your free hand. “ As well. Too.”

You’re insufferable, but Sam chortles anyway, thank goodness for that.

“Finally got Sam off Bantr.” Isaac pats Sam’s back.

Sam shakes his head. “I deleted my account a long time ago.”

And you know why. It’s hard to think about Sam’s relationship with Rebecca without feeling a little jealous…okay, a lot.

Sam sips his punch. “Isaac suggested I come here, so here I am.”

Ding, ding, ding!

You all turn your heads to a woman holding a call bell in her hand. “The event begins in five minutes!”

And so the night begins.

Each date feels prolonged despite being on a three-minute timer. Many people who are much older than you discuss topics beyond your time or too early in your longevity to experience. And when you meet people around your age, well, let's say a severe lack of chemistry is the only thing that comes into mind.

Admittedly, you debated pregaming before Colin picked you up. You decided against it until you saw Sam here, therefore during the five-minute break, you mumble, "Eh, what the hell?" to yourself before sneaking off to the bar, ordering a shot of tequila before you and Sam meet.

Liquid courage.

Sam greets you with a pursed smile, waving his questionnaire card (cutely) and taking a seat in front of you. "Hi."

“Hey.” You smile back a bit more enthused than usual. Less nervous. More loose.

“So how are your dates going?” Sam wiggles his eyebrows.

You lean forward closer to him, balancing a pen between two fingers. “Hmm. Oh, see that guy over there?”

Sam’s head stealthily turns to the man you point at—slick back gray hair with a salt and pepper beard. 

“Apparently, he owns 0.5% of West Ham.” 

Sam looks back at you, leaning closer. “Dealbreaker?”

You nod exaggeratedly, leaning away. “Very much so, Sam. You know I’m ride-or-die for Richmond.”

He pats his chest, smiling playfully. “I’m flattered.”

From two different areas of the room, Colin and Isaac are seated with their respective dates. Colin and Issac narrow their eyes on you and Sam, shushing their poor dates whenever they attempt to speak.

When you feel your neck practically burning, you swivel your stool, catching them do a questionable job at pretending they weren’t just hyper-focused on you and Sam.

Colin mouths fake words to his very confused date who will certainly write him off later. Isaac looks upward, chin on his palm, eyes squinted, and mouth parted as if he were in deep thought.

“Okay…” You murmur to yourself before facing Sam again. “How about you, huh? Meet anyone you fancy yet?”

He offers a sigh, tilting his head towards his previous date. “See that woman over there?”

You discreetly look to the left and see an elderly woman speaking with her date, a man fortunately around her age. They seem to be hitting it off.

Sam shakes his head, feigning a disappointed sigh. “I thought we had something.”

“Another older white woman stolen from you, man. You gonna take that?” You tilt your upper body towards the perhaps soon-to-be couple before sipping your ice water.

Sam’s shoulders bounce, chuckling. He turns to them. “Yes, I am.”

You also turn, feeling envious from the sight. You observe the woman’s incredibly pink face and the subtle red on the olive-skinned man’s cheeks. Mutually smitten.

You and Sam face each other in unison, both of your hands below the table as you lean your torsos against the round table. Sam’s hands clasp beneath the surface while yours continue to fiddle with your pen.

Colin hides behind his questionnaire paper below his eyes—espionage still at work—and Isaac ignores his date once again, enthralled by your date as if it were a movie. 

If only there were popcorn, he thinks.

Sam says your name, but you’re stuck in his trance, buzzed and hypnotized. His voice swims around the atmosphere he tends to unintentionally create whenever you speak to him.

Then you remember what occurred a year ago; you remember the reason why you slightly furthered yourself from him in hopes of moving on. Frankly, it didn’t work very well.

Isaac’s brows furrow even deeper than usual, and he looks over at Colin who shrugs at him, sharing the same concern as you back away from Sam. You sober your deluded mind with another drink of water, reminding yourself that Sam is just…Sam. He’s naturally kind, charming, and genuine. He gets along with everyone. You’re not special.

You hold your questionnaire out, smiling tightly. “What am I doing? We’re supposed to be asking each other questions. Uh, okay, let’s see.” You scan your sheet. “What’s your dream career?” You ask hastily. You awkwardly laugh at yourself. “That’s a stupid question.”

Sam repeats your name, but you’re too lost rambling about the stupid questions in your hand.

“Where are you from originally?” You cower behind the paper. “Know that, too. Uhm, okay, let’s see. Oh! Here, if you were an animal, what would you be—”

Sam says your name louder and places his hand on yours, lowering the paper from your face.

“A goldfish. If I were an animal, I’d be a goldfish,” he answers.

You peer down at your hands. “The ten-second memory thing Coach Lasso told you about.”

He slowly pulls his hand off yours, but it sits close by. He nods. “Exactly. There are certain things I want to forget; things I cannot change. But there are things that I can change.”

Things he can change? Where is he going with this?

He continues. “Last year when you asked me—”

Ding, ding, ding, you both hear, jumping at the sound of the call bell. Chairs scrape the red-checkered floor and the sound of shoes patter all around you. Time to go.

“See ya, Sam,” you hurry to your next date who just so happens to be the captain of the Richmond football team. “Isaac, hey.”

He simply shakes his head. 

Four more rounds pass until the host of the speed dating event gives out the last announcement.

“Alright, everyone! Whoever you scored most with is your match. Say ‘hi’ to your potential partner! And give yourselves a round of applause for putting yourself out there tonight!”

Two pairs of hands clap with her, hands belonging to Colin and Isaac. You refrain from rolling your eyes at them when the bartender approaches you.

“What can I get you?”

“Uh, a Jack and Coke please.” You face her before turning around again.

You observe Sam speaking with one of the organizers of the event. The organizer reluctantly hands Sam his score sheet with a confused expression on her face. He nearly catches you staring until you turn back to the counter.

“One Jack and Coke.” The bartender sets down your drink, but not without noticing you eyeing Sam. She smirks, wiping down a glass cup with a cloth that was previously on her shoulder. (Classic bartender move.) “Obisanya your match?”

You study the small sheet in your hand, analyzing the scores and the contact information of someone already on your phone.

“Oi! How the hell did you match with me?” You hear Isaac stomp behind you. 

You smile mischievously, gesturing your head toward him. 

The bartender nods, pouting her lower lip before finding another customer, and you use the counter to spin yourself around to your distressed friend.

“Maybe we’re soulmates,” you suggest facetiously, lifting your drink towards him.

Truth is, you might have taken a peek at his questionnaire sheet when he kept exchanging looks with Colin. His disappointment earlier combined with Colin’s invasive questions about your date with Sam after you got through all your sessions helped piece things together.

Plus, Colin’s insistence that you come to this event in the first place. 

“Get in line.” He stands with his arms crossed next to Issac.

Isaac sits and harshly waves his sheet. “Why copy my sheet when your real match is-”

Colin clears his throat, poking his elbow against Isaac’s arms.

“Somewhere in this room,” Isaac finishes.

The only one in this room who piqued your interest was Sam. Towards the end, there were potential candidates. However, neither was Sam Obisanya.

You scoff, sipping your drink. “Nice save, Lindsey Lohan. I’ve seen Parent Trap enough times to know what’s going on here.”

You wonder why they’d want to pull something like this, especially after you told them that Sam turned you down. Pestering Sam to go on a stupid date with you is not something you would ever do, nor something a normal person should do, period.

God, you hope Sam doesn’t think you did this on purpose.

Isaac continues to eye you disapprovingly before his gazes shifts upwards to a new presence behind you, this presence being none other than Sam leaning his side against the counter. And now you’re sitting between him and the other two sneaky bastards.

“Sam! Who’d you match with?” Colin reaches in front of you and snatches Sam’s score sheet. He frowns. “No one?”

Isaac yanks the sheet from Colin’s hand. “What? How’s that even possible?”

Sam plucks his sheet back from Isaac, stuffing it in his back pocket. “If it’s alright with you two, I’d like to discuss something with them.” He looks down at you. “Alone.”

Your cheeks burn up, easily. Is it the whiskey? Is it Sam? Either way, you’re taking another sip. 

Isaac gets up immediately, rapidly nodding alongside Colin, saying, “Yeah, ‘course, bruv,” before the two footballers leave, whispering to each other. 

You place your drink down and fold your arms on the counter as Sam sits beside you. 

His sweet smile doesn’t cease. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you respond sheepishly. You take a third sip before speaking again. “So no one, huh?”

Sam shakes his head. “Thought I maybe had a chance with her,” he jokes.

You find the elderly lady from earlier matched with the elderly man. He leans on his cane with one hand and his other hand snakes around his date’s arm, hooking it with his. 

Maybe speed dates work after all. 

“Who’d you match with?” He asks curiously. You hand him your sheet. “Isaac? How did that happen? Wasn’t he just glaring at you the whole date?” 

“Pretty much, yeah.” You laugh, placing the paper back on counter.

Wait a second. Sam was watching you?

You try not to look too much into it.

He reaches for his earlobe, lightly tugging at it. “There was something I wanted to tell you before our date ended.”

Oh, god. Is he going to admit how uncomfortable you make him? Is he ending your friendship right now? Yeah, you added some distance between the two of you, but in your defense, you had no intentions of actually ending your relationship.

He speaks a little louder. “Last year, you told me you liked me. Romantically.”

Fuck, you despise the recap.

“And I told you I didn’t feel the same way.”

You clasp your hand around your glass, however Sam stops you, hand on yours.

“Let me finish. Please.”

You dubiously comply, releasing your hand from the cup and nod, letting him continue with whatever gut-wrenching news is going to wreck you for the next few months.

Your head faces his direction, but you stare off at nothing in particular.

He continues. “I was telling the truth when I said I didn’t feel the same way. But as time passed, the more we got to know each other and the more things in my love life started to unravel, I started to fall in love.”

You furrow your brows, meeting your eyes with his. 

“With you,” he adds. “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way anymore. But I just…wanted to tell you how I felt.”

What the hell is happening? This is a prank, right? 

You take a look behind you, wondering if perhaps there was someone beside or behind you who he was confessing his feelings to instead.

Nope, just you. You’re barely tipsy, so there’s no way you’re misunderstanding him. 

You remain quiet, not quite sure what to say. The expression on your face worries him and he calls your name.

You softly shake your head. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” 

Now it’s Sam’s turn to internally freak out. He glances at your drink, wondering if he could ask for a gulp.

“Uh…” Sam tugs at his earlobe again and chuckles nervously. “I like you?”

Maybe two sips, he thinks. Three? No, no, that’s irresponsible, he decides.

“Can I have a glass of water please?” He raises his palm at the bartender, politely ordering to fill the silence.

You grab his wrist and lower his hand on the counter, sliding your hand over his, adding, “Make that two,” to his order, because there is absolutely no way you’re getting drunk after what he just told you.

Sam looks away from the bartender and he takes notice of your hands. His ears warm up.

“Definitely wanna be sober for this,” you tell him quietly, and the edges of his lips curve upward. Hesitantly, he entwines his fingers through yours like they belong there.

“Two waters.” The bartender drops off your drinks, glancing at your hands. She raises her brows before leaving you alone.

Sam uncombs his fingers from yours, getting up from his chair. He moves closer to you and spins you by the backrest of your chair, so your body faces him. Then he cups your face. “I don’t know if they allow PDA here, but may I kiss you?”

You gently hold on to his wrists. “They host speed dates every week. I’m sure one kiss is fine.”

He giggles, moving his face closer to yours, murmuring, “One kiss?”

You flicker your gaze between his eyes and mouth. “Or two.” You shrug. “But yes. You may.”

Sam licks his lips before sinking them into yours, and his eyes and yours instinctively shut. You inhale deeply through your nose, breathing in the person you didn’t know would expect to eventually reciprocate your feelings.

His lips are so soft, pillowy against your own. He massages his lips on yours, enveloping himself deeper against you by tilting his head. You feel lightheaded—a delightful combination of his kissing skills and the faded work of the alcohol you ingested earlier. 

Your daydreams do not serve the real thing.

You’re the first to pull away, catching your breath. “Seriously though, how didn’t you match with anybody?”

Sam smiles proudly and pecks your lips. “I asked one of the event-coordinators not to score my sheet. Told her I changed my mind.”

You stand, removing his hands from your face without letting go. “Good.”

From a distance, Colin and Isaac sit at a table, gazing at the other couple like before.

Isaac holds his plastic cup out, smirking. “Too easy, man.”

Colin clinks his cup against Isaac’s. “Too easy.”

[cosmowes]

the motivator

if you're having trouble getting motivated these r all tricks i swap between to get to work. no big intro. fatigue has been fatiguing lately, so sorry about the sporadic post schedule- it's hard to keep up with this and school lol, especially seeing as there's only a few weeks to exams

reminder, by the way; there's a difference between "unmotivated" and "tired"!! if your body is telling you "hey lets not" then maybe listen to that <3 i keep learning that the hard way, haha

the action

set a timer for 10-15 minutes; enough time to get started, and tell yourself you'll only work that long. usually by the time the timer goes off i'm already in a flow.

similarly; do the same thing but with a tangible amount of work (eg "5 math problems" "1 paragraph of my essay" "one chapter of my book")

set out a treat for yourself (like a candy you like or something you'd like to do) for after you're done

this is more preemptive but set screentime limits! my password is one i use on literally nothing else and i always forget it, it's a hassle to look for it in my notes so i use my phone less and it makes me do other stuff

or, hide distractors from yourself. you fidget too much? remove that. on your phone? put it in a drawer. out of sight, out of mind

pomodoro timers never worked for me, but i get why they might :)

the words

remember the last time you put off this kind of work and how you felt afterwards. stressed, nervous, unpreprepared...

or, remember how you felt last time you finished a hard assignment. relieved, proud...

even if you mess up now, it's a failsafe. this is practice for the real deal. and if you don't practice now, then you can't get to the actual part.

practice how you play! if you treat school like this, then other things will be harder. self motivation is such a crucial skill.

if you're stressing over it now, why not just get it done with? that way you can stop being so worried about it

whatever you want right now (tiktok, video games, tv shows) will be there in the exact same quantity and value when you're done. but, if you put off work for long enough, the value diminishes- late penalties if it's accepted at all! always pick the urgent.

plus, imagine how nice school will be when you can relax with nothing extra to work on... (honestly? it's kind of boring, i do it)

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

YN Ackerman: Dating Jean Kirschtein

Jean Kirschstein featuring the whole AOT gang x Yn Ackerman (Levi Ackerman's sister; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, kissing 😍

AN: This is a request from @lilacveiledsea! I figured we need a tiny change in fandoms for the day 🥰 also this is kind of modern remix with some of the wording. I can’t and won’t be stopped on my emoji usage 😂

Oh my dearest YN

Dear dear, innocent YN

You precious angel I'm so sorry 🤣

Not only are you related to this 👇🏻

But you are also besties with the chaotic duo known as Hange and Erwin 😃

Thoughts and prayers YN 🙏🏻

Because wow is your life hectic!

Seriously I'm not sure how you do it

You basically wake up and your life is in shambles

"YN WAKE UP!" Hange screams, banging on your door

"It's 4am!" You yell

"Get up YN you're late," your brother shouts

"Late for what?!?! It's 4AM!" You again

"If you have to ask YN then you're already behind," Erwin shouts

You 👉🏻😐 dear god why me?

Life in the scouts is anything but boring for you

Seriously being the baby sister of Levi is a full time job

Mans needs someone to just chill him out Ok ✋🏻

"Levi will you please just calm down," you say exasperated

"YN we have alot to do before the next mission," your brother says

"Yes and we have time so stop running everyone ragged if you expect them to fight off 15 meter titans!" You argue back

Levi 👉🏻😐😑

You 👉🏻😠

Please YN you are the only one (besides Historia) who can talk back to him

Not that he takes you seriously 😒 but still

Not only do you hold major control over Levi but also you are the calm Hange needs

"YN ALL THIS RESEARCH ISNT GOING TO DO ITSELF!" Hange screams

"Yes but it can wait for you to sleep for a few hours," you say, pulling your friend from their station

"YN I'm so close to a breakthrough!" Hange exclaims

"That's great but it can wait for you to take a nap," you say full on grabbing your friend and dragging them from their workshop

Literally YNs job is not to fight titans, it's to babysit the scouts 😅

Even Erwin relys on you to keep him sane

"Alright times up, put the pen down," you say, bursting into your friends chambers

"Just a few more minutes," Erwin says, scribbling on some papers

"No! The timer went off and the pen GOES DOWN!" You say going up to grab the pen from Erwins hands

"Just a few minutes YN," he says quickly pulling it away as you glare 😑

"I swear to god Erwin I will set fire to this entire office if you don't put that pen down right now-" you 😡

Erwin 👉🏻😐 you wouldn't dare....

You 👉🏻 🕯 try me....

The pen goes down as Erwin stands up, moving past you

"You are ridiculous," he says

You 👉🏻😊 🤗

But you see YN, your efforts don't go unnoticed...

Because a certain someone is always watching 👀

Kind of creepy but listen, his intentions are good ok

You see, a certain Scout member just so happens to have a MAJOR crush on you

Literally he's hard-core in love with you YN

Jean has always thought you were perfect and an all around amazing person

He respects everything about you from the way you kill titans to the way you care for your friends and family

You've sort of formed an interesting friendship with Jean

While we all know he can act a bit "childish" we also know he is super reliable and helpful

Hrs always there when you need him 🥰

So much so that you sort of, kind of, develop a teeny TINY crush on the man's

Honestly, do not blame you YN 🥵

But you had always thought Jean liked Mikasa

I mean, would wouldn't be entirely wrong YN but he still had more feelings towards you than anyone else

In fact 👀 he'd often get a little jealous when he say you talking a certain someone

"Hey YN!" Eren would say as you turned and smiled

"Hey Eren! What's up?" You asked

Jean rn 👉🏻 >:(

"Not much just taking a break," Eren would say sitting next to you

As in, RIGHT next to you...

Less than an inch apart 😑

So leave it to our buddy Jean to waltz right up to Eren and tell him off!

"Aren't you suppose to be cleaning Titan boy?" Jean would growl

You 👉🏻👀 🍿

"I'm just taking a break and I thought I'd spend it talking to a pretty girl," Eren said as you blushed heavily

Oof Jean was not impressed in the slightest!

"Maybe YN doesn't want to talk to you? She looks busy," Jean said, bending down in front of Eren and glaring at him

You are still just like 👉🏻😃

"Well if I'm bothering YN she can tell me herself," Eren says back, standing up and facing off with Jean

Alright nows definitely the time to interfere YN

Too bad your big brother has that taken care of

"YEAGER get your ass back to cleaning! KIRSCHTEIN pick up a mop, if you have time to talk you have time to clean!" Levi yelled as you giggled at both men

“YN WHY ARE YOU INCITING A RIOT?!?” Levi yells at you

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️literally existing

You see, Levi knows Jean had a crush on you

And he also knows you have a crush on jean 👀

And he doesn’t like it one bit

Jean also knows that Levi knows that he has a crush on you

Phew 😮‍💨 it’s like a game of telephone over here

But Jean isn’t deterred

He does everything and anything to impress you

From finishing his cleaning first to helping you clean to killing 15 meter titans

“Did you see that Yn?” Jean boasts as you smile and nod

“Everyone saw that brat,” Levi says, swinging by and killing two more 15 meters right in front of Jean

Oof-

However Jean just takes that as a challenge to win your brother over

So when your ODM malfunctions as you are swinging through the forest, you panic

“Crap crap!” You scream as you fall

“YN!” Erwin and Hange both shout as they race to get you

Fortunately for you, a knight in shining armor comes to your rescue 💅

That’s right, Jean is there to save the day!

He catches you, carefully swinging to a branch and setting you down

“Are you ok?” He asks as he checks you over intently

“YN!” Hange and Erwin shout as they land next to you

“I’m fine, thanks Jean!” You say as your brother swings by

“YN your lucky there weren’t any titans around or you would have been a goner,” Levi says as you glare

“Well thankfully Jean saved me!” You spit back as your brother rolls his eyes and continues on

Poor Jean isn’t going to get Levi’s approval that easily

Good thing your an independent woman and you don’t need your brothers blessing

So when you get back to base, you confront Jean

“Jean, I just wanted to say thanks for today,” you say, playing with your fingers as he looks at you

Suddenly, you lift your head and your lips graze his softly

Jean rn 👉🏻😐😳

“I like you Jean and I was kind of wondering if maybe…” you say before you are immediately cut off, his lips on yours again

“I like you too YN, a lot actually!” He says as you smile

And everyone lives happily ever after 😌

The end.

Just kidding 🙃

Because one thing about being in the scouts in that you literally have zero alone time

Every time you and Jean think you can be alone, someon interrupts

Once it was Armin, another time Mikasa, then Eren

Literally there is no safe space

Thankfully you manage to find a safe space behind the stables

That is, until 👀

“HOLY CRAP I KNEW IT!” You hear shouting as you and Jean quickly seperate to see Hange and Erwin staring at you

You and Jean 👉🏻😳😳

Erwin and Hange 👉🏻😐😍

“Please please don’t say anything to Levi!” You immediately beg

Hange rn 👉🏻😐😏

“Don’t worry YN, your secret is safe with us,” Erwin says as you sigh in relief

“Thanks commander,” Jean responds as he smiles at you

“You two really like each other huh?” Hange says as you both nod

“You really think Levi would disapprove if you were happy Yn?” Erwin asks

You, Jean and Hange 👉🏻😐 really?

“Ok noted but I really think you should tell him,” Erwin says walking away

Sure, you’ll tell Levi one day

It might be on his deathbed but you’ll eventually tell him right?

Well unfortunately for you, things don’t happen that way

You see, Jean is kind of, well he’s a possessive guy

Literally he gets so jealous and so incredibly easily

So when Eren is innocently flirting with you in the dining hall 👀

“TITAN BOY LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE BEFORE I REARRANGE YOUR FACE!” Jean yells as everyone looks at him

Everyone including Levi

“This is fine just don’t make eye contact don’t make eye contact… CRAP,” you think as you accidentally look at your brother who is now glaring at you over his tea

“YN, Kirstein my office NOW!” Levi screams as he stops out

Hange 👉🏻🫡 fair well YN

Jean 👉🏻😃 crap-

You 👉🏻🙏🏻 counting your days

You and Jean enter Levi’s office and sit down

Not only is he sitting at his desk but he’s staring at both of you

“Levi I can explain-”

“It’s not Yn’s fault-”

Levi 👉🏻✋🏻

You and Jean 👉🏻🤐🤐

“I just want to know one thing… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Levi asks

You and Jean 👉🏻🤨🤨 wait what-

“I knew you two liked each other for a while and I suspected you were dating but I’m just wondering why you wouldn’t tell me?” Levi asks

“I- I just thought you wouldn’t approve,” you say

Levi sighs, “are you happy Yn?”

“Im happy,” Jean says : D

“I didn’t ask you Kirstein! YN?”

You grab Jeans hand and smile, “I am!”

“Ok well that’s all I need,” Levi says, “now get out of here.”

You and Jean stand, quietly moving quickly to the door

“Kirschstein, I’m not done with you yet!” Levi says as Jean gulps

You just smile, turning to kiss you boyfriend

“Thoughts and prayers” ✌🏻

[6irlpet]

im trying long term denial but I ruin nearly every time i try to edge. do you have any tips to help that not happen? thanks !!

honestly ur gonna hate me for saying it but i have rly bad self control too without the external pressure of being in a relationship (aka being controlled/monitored and punished for not obeying) and the best way is rly No Touch lol. it’s frustrating but it’s hot once u get into it…. i stayed a year denied once just bc i’d only touch like once a month and only super lightly outside underwear. u just Mentally edge like: still get horny, watch/read porn, touch everywhere else except where will give u an orgasm like nipples, etc. u end up Throbbing and Aching and desperate. one time after a few months of that i accidentally came just from rocking my hips in the air, thats how needy u can get lol

but other tricks when edging:

the headspace is rly important. i take a moment to tell myself before i start touching: make peace with the idea ur not going to cum, you Are going to be desperate, you’re going to like it, you’re going to pretend you’re being watched by a dom who will punish you if you go over.

that last point: i have a rly good imagination so i do imagine someone sternly telling me like, “you know you’re not allowed to cum” “this is all you’re getting” etc and repeat it devotionally as if ur replying agreeing to them. i always end up whining like :((( yes mommy/daddy i knoooow im not allowed….. This has the added bonus of being Hot As Fuck and will get u to edge faster 👍

set a timer!! tell yourself ur only allowed to touch for that period and when the timer rings u stop no matter what

also mental prep tell urself ahead of time like, “im not going to get

self enforced punishments! something genuinely a lil unpleasant so you want to avoid it, and be good about sticking to them like a dom would, dont give urself a break. like, if you add more time to timer u have to pay it back with a rubber band snap somewhere sensitive for every min u went over. if u cum, have to spank/snap/overstim until its horrible/do something unpleasant. if i cum, or accidentally ruin, i spank my cunt and i try to do as many a ratio to how long i was edging for (with lessened amount if i ruined it) i also tell myself im then not allowed to touch for a week, things like that. i try to do this most every time even if i wasnt thinking about staying denied at the start of the session, just bc i think it’s hotter to be denied and wish i had better self control or someone enforcing me, it makes me more hesitant to give in and go over the edge knowing im going to have to trade off the pain

if i told myself i was gonna stay denied at the start and i go over, i ruin the orgasm. if u stop early enough it’s rly hard to endure (this is the goal), if u stop a few seconds later (more common with poor self control) u just don’t feel anything. i also imagine myself complaining that i didnt feel anything and someone saying “good” ^____^

if u have a clit, numbing cream is a must-try experience…. im out and i keep telling myself to get more bc ugggghhhhh its so hot to be trying to touch and cry over not feeling anything. i always like to imagine a dom putting it on me without telling me by pretending to touch me as though im gonna get to cum and i dont realize what happened until i stop feeling their hand

tbh the no direct touch is rly the way to go with bad self control… u can still make it fun and frustrating! i love to use toys n restraints to be turned on still. i love to use pumps/clamps on nipples, i love to be gagged so much i Have to bite down on something when i edge now, i have a tens unit i let run on random pulses thru my cunt the other day while i cuffed my hands and had 2 endure it for timer amount, i like fucking my cunt with a dildo and not letting myself touch my clit or numbing/covering it if i think i cant resist, u can play around with getting stimulation but in ways that are hard for u to cum from :) def set a timer for those sessions tho otherwise you’ll spend 5 hours broken essentially until u pass out or break and cum regardless lol

i hope this helped!!!!! godspeed 🫡

[beaker1636]

Christmas Miracle pt. 2 - Chris Four Years Later

AN: Nothing but cute fluffy Christmas content ahead, I loved it! Not as emotional as part 1 but I wanted to go for cute :)

“Can I help you finish anything babe, I have everything finished upstairs for the surprise later,” Chris says softly, stepping up behind you in the kitchen.

“Nope, everything else just needs to go in the oven for set times.  I am getting ready to do that now and then we just wait for our family to join us,” you say softly, moving to pull a couple baking dishes out of the fridge now that the oven has preheated.

Once everything is in the oven Chris moves to pull you into a tight hug, wanting to feel close to you while you get Christmas dinner ready for your families to join you shortly. He still can’t believe this is your fourth Christmas since the two of you finally got together, that it has been just over a year since the two of you got married.  And now the two of you have your own little one on the way, he finally is having the life that he has wanted to have with you for years and he couldn’t be happier honestly.

“How are you feeling today? I noticed you sneak off to the bathroom a couple times already this morning, is the morning sickness bad today?” He asks you softly, knowing that you were trying to hide it from him when you did get sick.  You hate it when he worries about you, when he worries about it.  

“Yeah, today has been bad again.  They told me after 12 weeks it was supposed to get better but it has not been getting any better, I’m also extremely exhausted honestly,” you admit softly. “It is going to be hard to hide it when all the family are here later, but at least we don’t need to hide it for much longer.  I think everyone was suspicious at Thanksgiving.”

“Nah, everyone bought it when I said you had food poisoning and stayed home.  You however are going to want to go put on something baggier, your little belly is showing and while it isn’t much I think your mom would probably notice,” he says to you.  His hand moves to rest on your stomach and rub it softly before backing away so that you can do just that.

“Yeah, I have a sweater I was going to put on that is a bit baggy to hide it.  And really, your mom is the one who notices everything.  I could look at you weird and she could figure out what is wrong,” you joke, kissing his cheek before you stand back up and make your way to your room to slip on your Christmas sweater and then make your way back down to the kitchen.

“You aren’t wrong, I didn’t even tell her when I was going to propose and she figured it out by herself.  Woman is going to predict her own death before it happens I swear,” he jokes with you, giving you a smile before pulling you down on his lap.

“It has been hard not telling anyone, I want to share it but I didn’t want to risk it before we hit the 12 weeks.  Plus isn’t it only fitting that now we announce everything at family Christmas? Our first kiss, us getting engaged, the next year getting married right before christmas, and now our baby.  It is going to be hard to come up with something new to tell them next year,” you say with a giggle, thinking back on the past few years.

“The band knows simply because I had to warn them we have to quit touring at the end of June so I can be here for the birth and a while after.  We all agreed we’d take that time off the rest of the year to work on the new album so I can stay home,” he smiles at you. “They were all really happy for us, Vinny making a joke that dad is finally going to be a dad.”

“Why does that not surprise me honestly with him,” you get cut off from your thoughts when the doorbell rings.

“I better get that, I will see you soon mama,” he says leaning in to give you a kiss before standing up and kneeling in front of you. “And you too baby,” he says before leaving a soft kiss on your belly before standing up and making his way to the front door to let both families in.

Your timer goes off while you listen to everyone greet each other in the other room so you move from your chair to go to the oven and pull everything out, the smells instantly hitting you.  The second everything is out of the oven you make your way to the bathroom where you find yourself vomiting again, for the third time that day, tears streaming down your cheeks.

A moment later you hear the bathroom door open and then shut again before your husband is behind you, pulling your hair out of your face in one hand while rubbing your back with his other. 

“I told them that you spilled something on yourself, that you would be back down in a minute or two. Are you okay baby?” He asks you softly when you stop, your stomach finally settling some.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.  The smell of everything when I opened the oven got to me . You can go back out there. I’ll brush my teeth quickly and then be back,” you say softly, slowly standing up to start doing just that after he steps out of the bathroom.

When you walk back out your mother pulls you into a hug, followed by your sister and the rest of both families.  Everyone happy to be getting time with the two of you, to be spending another Christmas together.  Technically this is the first Christmas where you are all one family now that you and Chris are married, officially bringing both families together.

“Chris wasn’t joking that work is wearing you down lately, you have such bad dark circles dear.  Hopefully after the holidays it’ll be better for you,” his mom says as she pulls you into a hug. 

You wondered what he was telling his family to explain your obvious exhaustion, he is really smart.  That is a great excuse actually. “Yeah, it always is rough this time of year but after the first it shouldn’t be too bad.” 

You smile at her, watching all your family mingle for a couple minutes before you let them know that Christmas dinner is done if they all want to make their way to the dining room to eat.  You are trying so hard to not let it show that the smells of the food is bothering you again, hoping that nobody notices that anything is up with you.

“Thank you for hosting this year you two, this really is a lovely meal y/n,” Chris’ mother says with a smile once everyone is sat down with a plate of food at the table.

“Of course, thank you for letting me help,” you respond.  Raising your own wine glass for the toast that she is proposing, pretending to take a sip when everyone else around you does.  

You also pretend that you are eating dinner with them all, taking a few bites of what you know is safe but moving everything else around to try and make it look like you are eating when in all actuality you aren’t having that much.  You don’t want to risk anyone figuring out what is going on before you are ready to announce it to them, Chris has it all planned out and you don’t want to ruin it for him.

“So what do you two have up your sleeve this year? You keep throwing us for a loop every Christmas,” you mom suddenly asks, you almost choking on your food at her question.

“Mom, really?” You groan, now coughing slightly as Chris rubs your back, comforting you after you are caught completely off guard with her question.

“Well, it is valid,” your sister says, giving you side eye from next to her boyfriend.  She thinks she knows what is up with you now, noticing that your wine glass is still completely full and you never turn down wine.  She also noticed that Chris is watching you closely, he always has but it seems to be a bit more in a protective way than usual.  She has suspicions that you are pregnant, but she won’t say anything until you do because it is not her secret to tell… and because she may be wrong.  She wouldn’t be shocked if you are, she knows that your entire life you have always dreamed of being a mother, of having children of your own to take care of.

“Can we just finish eating before you all grill us, I would like to eat without having to worry about my wife choking on her food,” Chris jokes, glancing at your family. He knows at this point he can’t deny that you have something to tell them but he also won’t straight up admit that there is anything either.  

“I think that is fair,” his sister Jennifer says, smiling at the two of you.  She always has had your back through the years when your families have pushed things on the two of you, like the years they were trying to get the two of you together.  The two of you have always been decent friends yourselves so you are thankful to have her on your side.

Everyone drops the subject, talking about random things as they all continue to eat dinner with one another.  Enjoying the company of both families as they sit around the table.  You can’t help but smile, taking a couple photos as people are distracted so that you have them for your memories.

“Okay, we’re all done eating so I guess I can tell you something now,” Chris teases, getting up from the table to go and show your family the surprise that he has spent the last week working on preparing for them. 

“I have been working on a project for about a week in one of the spare bedrooms, and I am struggling, I don’t quite like how it is going, can I get your opinions on it?” Chris asks, looking mostly at your mothers but meaning everyone.  

“You want us to help you decorate a spare bedroom?” His brother Nick questions, finding the entire situation odd.

“Well yeah, it’s kind of a surprise for y/n how I did it, I haven’t let her see it yet either.  So if you all will follow me you can tell me if it is good enough to show her yet,” Chris rushes his words, more so excited to one, tell his family that you two are expecting and two, finally show you the nursery he has been painting and putting together all week.  He wanted to do it for you, to surprise you and do something nice for you and the baby.

Everyone stands up and starts following him upstairs, you included before he stops outside of the bedroom the two of you agreed would be the nursery. 

“Mom and Mom, why don’t you two open the door and look first,” he says, backing away from the door so your mothers could be the first ones to open it and find out the big secret.  Moving to stand next to you behind everyone while they all slowly walk in, taking in the room for a moment while his hands rest on your belly again.

“Well I feel dark purple is a weird color for a nurs…. Wait, are you?” His mom cuts off and asks before turning to look at the two of you, realization hitting her at what this room is.

“Yeah ma, y/n’s pregnant,” Chris says with a big smile, excited that both families have finally figured it out, cheering and moving to give both of you big hugs, celebrating with you.

“Is this sonogram yours then?” Your mother asks when she notices the little photo in a frame on the dresser in the room, picking it up to look at it.

“Yes, we’ve already had the first ultrasound, that was about a week ago.  We are 13 weeks now, due in July,” you answer her. Watching as she shows it to Chris’ mother, both of them now with happy tears on their cheeks. 

You eventually manage to get your families away from the room and settle in the living room, but not before both your mothers made you lift up your shirt and let them touch your barely there bump.  For whatever reason they think they need to do so, making you slightly uncomfortable at the action but knowing you will have to get used to it.  Hell it still is weird to you when Chris randomly wants to touch it, sit there with his hands resting on it.

You all exchange some gifts downstairs and spend time together before both families leave, but not before your own mother looks at you and goes “Told you that the two of you would be together and make your own family one day.”

You hug her and roll your eyes, thanking her for coming as well as everyone else in both families but glad that you and Chris are finally alone for the night.  

“So, did you like the nursery mommy?” He asks you, hoping that you enjoyed what he did to it.  That was your first time seeing it since he started setting it up, and he was nervous about what you would think.

“I loved it, thank you dad,” you say softly, giving him a light kiss as you both sit on the couch in front of the Christmas tree. “You know, next Christmas will be just as special, babies first Christmas.”

“I think we need to stop giving our mothers Christmas surprises though, pretty sure one of these years we are going to kill them with a heart attack,” he jokes, watching you move to lay your head in his lap while you lay down on the couch.  One of his hands move to play with your hair while the other rests on your stomach, wanting to be close to both of you.  

“I have something for you though, here,” you reach onto the table next to you, pulling an envelope off the table before laying back down on his lap.

“What’s this?” He asks, looking down at you curiously before he starts to open it.

“Remember how we wanted to find out what we are having so we did the bloodwork to know early? The results came the other day but I kept it for tonight, wanting it to be our own little Christmas gift. So let’s find out what we are having together,” you say softly, encouraging him to open the envelope and look at the results.

“Are you ready to know baby? We are having a baby….. Girl,” he says softly, some happy tears forming in his eyes when he reads the results to you, a big smile forming on his face before he helps you sit up so he can kiss you. Both of you smiled into it while you were surrounded by the joy of knowing what your little one would be, that you got to find out together on a holiday that means so much for the two of you. 

When he pulls away you notice a couple of the tears that you saw forming in his eyes have fallen and you brush them away from his cheeks, your own starting to fall. “And they say the mother is usually more emotional while pregnant,” you tease him.

“You knew I was hoping for a little girl that I could spoil like I do her mommy… thank you, this was the best gift you could have given me this year,” he says softly. 

“I would thank you but I’m the one stuck doing all the work,” you tease, giving him another kiss before moving back to how you were laying before.

“Can I make a Santa Baby joke or is it too early for me to start making dad jokes?” Chris asks with a laugh, you just roll your eyes and don’t answer.  You know you could never stop the dad jokes, but you wouldn’t trade your husband for anything.

[basil-the-middleground]

Kip Sabian/Orange Cassidy fic

AN: finished thing will be on AO3 but this is mostly finished, but it's been 3 damn months of working on this thing and Orange keeps getting cucked so hard so yeah...

Today was another stream for Kip, except as he looked at his setup, he saw the frown that he couldn't wipe off. The last thing he expected to start off today was to be jostled out of his sleep by Orange jumping off of the bed and leaving the room, sending papers on the bedside flying. That made any sleep Kip had mostly vanished, and he rushed into the kitchen to find Orange dressed in his jean jacket and sweatpants, a mixed match set that would have had Kip teasing at any other moment if he wasn't so concerned.

"Clementine?" He asked, hoping that the worry didn't seep through. It got Orange's attention, who threw his Jansport onto his back with such speed, it seemed it almost collided with his back. "What's going on?"

He heard the sigh that was let out, almost painful with how deep it sounded. It knew it wasn't annoyed, he teased Orange enough to know the difference between him being annoyed and this...this new feeling that he hasn't seen on Orange before. At least, until he turned around and he saw him with the sunglasses, and then he got some kind of idea.

Orange took another breath, one more shaky than the first. "Nothing, I just..." Kip's own breath caught in his throat at Orange's voice, sounding close to crying despite the calmness on his face. "I...I’m going out for a bit." He starts turning back towards the door, and Kip surged forward towards him. He reached his arm out and grabbed his shoulder, feeling the way Orange’s shoulders jumped at the touch.

“Orange-”

“Kip, please.” The plea broke his heart, and it fueled all the want to drag him back to the bed and get to the bottom of what’s really going on. However, something else was telling him that maybe the space was needed. 

He was still concerned, but Kip squeezed his shoulder as he told him to just come home safe. 

He’s been worried ever since, and honestly was still debating on canceling the stream. Orange did text him an hour later to say he was ok, but it wasn’t the same as hearing his voice or just seeing and holding him in person. Kip’s been trying to distract himself with other things, but nothing was working because his mind kept drifting to everything that happened this morning.

Against his better judgment, he cuts on the stream and jumps straight into cutting his video on. He predicted that his chat was going to notice he wasn’t himself, and he was right as not even five minutes into the stream, he saw the same message asking if he was ok. He didn’t tell them everything, but he summed up what happened this morning  with vague details and said that it wasn’t going to be a long stream today. The longer he went on, the more his nerves were getting the best of him worrying about his partner. 

So he browsed Youtube to play something to distract him and the chat and played a disco song, something he realized 5 seconds later that he heard on Orange’s stream the last time he clocked in. Kip just leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes.  He wanted him home, safe where he could hold him and just be there. 

Near the halfway point of the song, he opened his tired eyes, the chat out the corner of his eye going rapidfire with messages of taking a break or getting off. Honestly, a break sounded nice. He flipped on the break graphic and got up from his seat to head towards the kitchen. 

Kip’s feet dragged across the floor, barely lifting as he moved from carpet to tile and feeling the grooves going from his toes to the heel. He looks towards the counter out of habit, only to find empty space. He began to gather the tea and boil the water for it on the other counter, then walked into the pantry to find the honey bottle, sticky everywhere he touched.

By the time he brought it back to the room, he saw the timer read 26 minutes. He lets the lemon sweet flavor sit on his tongue as he drags his mouse to unmute the mic, ready to greet the chat again when he hears the sound of more soft footsteps entering the room. Kip quickly turned around just in time to see Orange in the doorway, his head looking more at his shoes than at him.  For a second, they both stood still as if they didn’t know which one was going to make the first move. 

And Kip wasn’t too sure who did make the first move, because he just saw Orange coming straight towards him and he didn’t even hesitate to open his arms as he fell into them and held him as he shook until his quiet cries turned into hiccups and sniffling, until Kip felt him slowly pull away from his chest and look up. 

“I’m sorry.” He heard Orange whisper, and that made Kip frown a bit. The calm mask he had on this morning with his glasses was barely on now with uncovered puffy eyes that were starting to water again. “I should have stayed here, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry,” he repeated back into Kip’s chest.

“Oh, Orange…” And honestly the last thing Kip expected was an apology for this morning but there it was, out in the open with Orange’s voice getting those hitches between his words and Kip felt his own eyes starting to burn the longer he let it settle. 

With gentle hands, Kip cupped Orange’s face and felt the tears that were now moving across his arm. Orange leaned into the touch, red-rimmed eyes now looking at Kip with a sadness that spoke a thousand words.  Kip had some more words as well, stuck in his throat but he swallowed it down when he felt more tears running down his arm, and the way Orange was starting to shake again.

”I thought…I thought being alone would help. It usually does, I don’t know why- ”  He choked on the last word, squeezing his eyes tight as he buried himself back into Kip’s chest and his hands now finding a hold on his shirt, the upper part of it warm and damp. 

Kip knew why. He had to bite his tongue so he wouldn’t say the first thing he was thinking, but he will certainly pay a  former ‘friend’ a real close visit when he gets backstage again. But there was more to it, and Kip’s plans of annoying vengeance could wait right now. Instead, he let his hands run through Orange’s hair, comforting him in the best way he could.

Orange’s ability to be nonchalant in the worst situations, or best depending on who you are, makes people think that’s him with everything. But if they asked anyone that hung around with Orange more than once, and if they paid any attention in the ring, they would see that chillness can only go so far. Kip would personally know first hand.

 He also knew that it takes a lot to shake up Orange, enough to where it showed in his body and words so it scared him to even think about whatever got to Orange this morning. 

Eventually, he was able to bring Orange away from the room into the kitchen, the stream be damned at this point. He decided to make another lemon tea, and did the exact same thing he did earlier. Only now he had a warm shadow trailing behind him with every move, which he didn’t mind as he slowly brought the two of them and the very warm tea to the couch. 

The sunglasses that were resting on Orange’s face were long gone and while tea could only do so much, Kip was glad to at least see the way Orange was slowly relaxing with every sip. He felt the warmth on his side go away, only to come back full force right next to him and the cup on the table.  He let his hands go right back onto his hair, which got a sound of relief. 

 “Tea helped a bit?” He asked. Orange hummed a low ‘yes’, still leaning into Kip with his eyes closed.

Kip messed with his teeth in thought, the other words he had in his throat now trying to come out in a rush and he let it. “It’s been a wild few months for you, love.” That was an understatement in itself, but that’s the best way he could describe the rollercoaster Orange’s been on. He got a weird huff of a laugh in return, which he was hoping was good. 

“Too much going on.” Orange’s voice was a low growl. “Everything I do seems to set off something else, and I don't know what or who might-” Orange stopped himself, fingers still moving through his hair while his own hands were gripping his pockets. “I got a lot more on my back than I realized, and I didn’t really realize it until almost everyone left.”

All Kip could really do is let out a heavy breath of his own. Even after the championship run, Orange was still going in matches and tournaments, tours and presses, and so much more. Kip was cheering as much as he could on social media and on phone calls after matches, but there’s a huge difference in being there physically like Orange’s group was.

Then everything hit the fan way too quickly, and like Orange said almost everyone left.

Everyone but you and Chuck. He left out, but Kip knew. He might have had his own feelings about the man in the past, but he texted him a million thank yous when he saw what he did for Orange in the ring against Trent. That’s a true friend through and through, until the literal bitter end.

Again, he held most of his tongue back but he let some of those words slip. “Well you won’t be alone any longer, that’s for damn sure.” That was something he had his mind already set on, and today made it even more clear.