#i slept for 16 hours wow

[inbetweencoffees]

ᯓ★Recap of the last 48 hours :)

Had the time of my life at the Linkin Park concert, touched half of the band (Emily too!!!) and Colin gave me his drumsticks. Stood at the barricade and cried my eyes out. Met so many cool people and got interviewed by swr3 haha

Studied before the concert and turned my library trip today into a study date. Math exam is tomorrow.

Let’s not talk about the fact that I slept for 16 hours xd

[rose24207]

When mom looses her cool

Summary: You finally snap after you catch your kids lying about a party and afterwards teach them a lesson about responsibility.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, Dad!Lando, angst, fluff

TW: Mafia, lying

A/N: wow I haven’t post about the mafia Norris family for so long! Anyways Amelia is 17 and Jacob is 16! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The Norris household was usually a place of balance, despite the unconventional family dynamics. Lando Norris, the head of a vast, shadowy empire, had a knack for handling chaos with an iron fist cloaked in charm. You, his wife, were the gentler counterbalance to his commanding presence—a source of love and calm for the family.

But every calm sea has its storm, and this storm had been brewing for weeks.

Amelia and Jacob were no strangers to pushing limits. They loved to test boundaries, usually with harmless antics. However, this time they had crossed the line in a way that even Lando couldn’t immediately smooth over.

It began with a lie.

“We’re staying over at Olivia’s house,” Amelia had said casually at dinner the night before, her fork poking at her salad.

“Yeah, her parents are hosting a movie night for us,” Jacob chimed in, nodding a little too enthusiastically.

You raised an eyebrow but said nothing, trusting them. Lando, ever the observer, leaned back in his chair, his gaze flickering between his children. “Just don’t get into trouble,” he said simply, his voice calm but laced with warning.

The kids had nodded eagerly, but their plan was anything but innocent.

Hours later, instead of watching movies under the supervision of Olivia’s parents, Amelia and Jacob found themselves in the middle of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was a full-blown underground rave, complete with deafening music, strobe lights, and an eclectic mix of people who had no business being there.

Jacob had been reluctant at first, but Amelia, ever the instigator, convinced him. “Come on, Jake! We’ll just stay for an hour. No one will find out.”

Famous last words.

Back at home, you were in bed reading, while Lando was reviewing some work on his laptop. A ping on his phone drew his attention. He frowned as he read the text.

“Security team flagged something,” he said, his voice calm but tight.

You looked up. “What?”

Lando held up his phone, showing a blurry image of Amelia and Jacob entering the warehouse. “That’s not Olivia’s house.”

Your blood boiled. For once, you didn’t feel calm or understanding. You felt betrayed.

“I’m going to call them,” you said, reaching for your phone.

Lando placed a hand over yours, his voice steady. “No. Let them finish digging their hole. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

“But—”

“They’re teenagers. They’re going to screw up,” he said, his tone even. “It’s how we handle it that matters.”

You took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed, but the anger simmered beneath your calm exterior.

The kids stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, looking worse for wear. Amelia’s eyeliner was smudged, and Jacob’s usually pristine hair was a mess. They clearly hadn’t slept much.

“Morning,” Amelia mumbled, heading straight for the fridge.

“Rough night?” Lando asked casually, sipping his coffee.

Amelia froze, the milk carton halfway to the counter. Jacob shot her a panicked look.

“Uh, no. Just stayed up late watching movies,” Amelia said, forcing a smile.

“Is that so?” you asked, your voice unusually sharp as you entered the kitchen.

Both kids turned to you, their smiles faltering. You placed your hands on your hips, leveling them with a glare that could shatter glass.

“Olivia’s house must have a rave room now,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Jacob’s eyes widened. Amelia, ever the bold one, tried to play it cool. “Mom, it’s not what it looks like—”

“Oh, really?” you snapped. “Because it looks like my children lied to my face, snuck off to an illegal party, and came home thinking they could get away with it!”

Amelia winced. Jacob looked like he wanted to disappear.

“We didn’t mean for it to get out of hand,” Jacob tried, his voice small.

“That’s your defense?” you shot back. “Jacob, you could’ve been arrested. Or worse!”

Lando, who had been quietly watching from the corner, finally spoke up. “Alright, let’s all take a breath.”

But you weren’t done. “No, Lando. I’ve had enough of their reckless behavior. This isn’t just a mistake; it’s disrespectful!”

Amelia blinked, stunned. You rarely raised your voice. Seeing you this angry was new territory, and she didn’t like it.

“We’re sorry,” she said quickly.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” you replied. “You lied to us, put yourselves in danger, and then had the nerve to come back here and act like nothing happened!”

Amelia and Jacob were marched into the living room, where you laid out the consequences.

“No phones for two weeks,” you began.

“What?!” Amelia protested.

“And you’ll both be spending your weekends helping out at the community center,” you continued, ignoring her outburst.

Jacob groaned. “Come on, Mom, that’s not fair.”

“You’re lucky we’re not grounding you until graduation,” you shot back.

Lando, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, finally chimed in. “Listen to your mother. She’s being generous.”

The kids fell silent, exchanging a glance. They had expected their father to be the hardliner, not you.

The silence in the house was palpable for the rest of the day. Amelia retreated to her room, while Jacob sulked in the den. Lando found you in the kitchen later, leaning against the counter with a cup of tea.

“You handled that well,” he said, his tone amused.

You shot him a look. “Don’t start.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s good for them to see this side of you. Keeps them on their toes.”

“They need to understand that their actions have consequences,” you said, your voice softening. “I’m tired of them thinking they can get away with anything.”

“They’ll learn,” Lando assured you. “Trust me. They’re more scared of you than they’ve ever been of me.”

Later that night, Amelia knocked on Jacob’s door.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

She flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “I can’t believe Mom yelled at us.”

Jacob sighed. “I know. I think I’d rather deal with Dad’s lectures.”

“Same,” Amelia admitted. “She was scary.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Amelia added, “Do you think we went too far this time?”

Jacob glanced at her. “Yeah. We screwed up.”

Amelia nodded. “We should probably apologize.”

“Yeah.”

The next morning, you and Lando were in the kitchen when Amelia and Jacob shuffled in.

“Mom?” Amelia began hesitantly.

You raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“We’re sorry,” Jacob said. “For lying and…everything else.”

“We know we messed up,” Amelia added. “It won’t happen again.”

You studied them for a moment before nodding. “Thank you. But this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

“We know,” they said in unison.

Lando smirked. “Smart kids.”

You shot him a look, but your lips twitched in a small smile. Maybe, just maybe, they were learning.

Thank you for reading!

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[katiesharms]

“i need your advice," he says once they're alone.

garcia's eyes go wide. "wow, you look like you swallowed a nail gun saying that. it must be serious."

langdon powers through. "you know how abby and i have been separated for a bit now?" she nods slowly in confirmation, eyeing him like he's a wound about to burst. "well, you see, we were high school sweethearts. we never broke up, and i was a faithful husband to her."

"sure," garcia says. "is this about the divorce proceedings? does she think you cheated on her?

"what? no," he responds, frowning. "of course not. it's not about abby."

she looks at him incredulously. "then what is it about?"

“look i’m trying to tell you,” he glances quickly over his shoulder and then back to garcia, and then repeats the whole thing twice. “if this leaves this room i kill you. abby is the only woman i’ve slept with.”

he can see her biting the inside of her cheek, and still garcia can’t stop herself from laughing.

“how brady bunch of you, langdon. i didn’t realize you were so virtuous.”

“it wasn’t by design,” he sighs. “we started dating at 16 and i married her; it just happened. and now i’m like, basically a virgin.”

she raises an eyebrow. “you have two kids.”

langdon groans. “that’s not the point. i know i’m good at sex with abby. the problem is am i good at sex—”

“with mel?” garcia cuts in with a smirk. langdon shoots her a look.

“mel has nothing to do with this. we’re talking hypothetically.”

“right. and, hypothetically, who are you having sex with?”

he resists the urge to pull his hair out. “i don’t know! anyone! a random woman in a bar, anyone!”

“so, go pick up a random woman in a bar and find out. i’m sure the chin dimple works for some people.”

"i don't want to pick up a random woman," he hisses. "i have a date tonight."

"oh?" she asks, smile sharklike. "do i know her?"

"no," he answers too quickly. garcia's smile doesn't slip. langdon can feel the tips of his ears burning but he holds her gaze steadfastly. "but she's important, okay? and i can't have her thinking i'm bad in bed."

"look, langdon, i sympathize. i do!" she holds her hands up in what is probably meant to be a placating gesture. "i'm just not sure what you want me to do. give you porn recommendations?"

at that langdon does blush. "jesus, no, obviously not. i just need some reassurance. ever heard of it?"

"what, you want me to fuck you and tell you you did a good job?"

he rolls his eyes. "obviously not. do you have, like, any tips or anything?"

"tips?" she repeats, deadpan. "you want me to give you sex tips?"

langdon makes a worryingly distressed noise and shrugs. he's been dealing with a low-level panic since this morning, when mel leaned over to him on the ride in and told him how much she was looking forward to tonight. "becca's staying over with a friend," she had said, casually, like it didn't cause langdon to almost steer the car into the bike lane.

"look, langdon," garcia says firmly, stepping towards him and placing her hands on his shoulders. "you two know each other very well. you've already built the kind of intimacy that makes sex great. i don't think you have anything to worry about. just, you know, make sure to go down on her."

the last part is said with a particularly salacious wink. langdon gives her a look but doesn't refute her assumptions. it's weirdly reassuring, which is what langdon did want.

before he can respond, garcia's pager goes off. "well, i'm thankfully needed upstairs," she says after checking it. "it's going to be fine langdon."

when she leaves, langdon spends a full minute keeping himself from banging his head against the wall.

-

approximately 8 hours later, he's on his back on mel's bed, panting, some of her hair in his mouth. she's next to him on her stomach, arm slung across his chest.

"so, how was it?" he asks, trying not to sound like a nebbish idiot.

she props herself up, looking over at him. her hair slides off his face and he misses it. "are you asking me for a performance review?"

mel's face is adorably scrunched up. "if, uh, if you want."

"A-," she says without any pause.

"minus??" he asks.

"i mean, it's always good to leave some room for improvement."

he grins at her, matching the smile on her face. vaguely, he realizes he actually has to thank garcia. damn.

[arivsxq]

Meddle About Chapter 1

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Theme: strangers to lovers, angsty shit

Warnings: smut, hookup, fwb, mdni, maybe slow updates

Word count: 2,5k+

Songs: Meddle about-Chase Atlantic

Heartbeat-Childish Gambino

A/N: read the teaser first for some context

I'm not a big fan of one-night stands, but it happens when it happens. That's why I love waking up before the other person. I can snuck out without them noticing and I succeed this time too. The man, I don't even know the name of, was sleeping like a baby when I left his apartment. He was cute and the sex was better than I had expected from a one-night stand but that's it. When I got home, I first got under the shower. The memories of last night were blurry and I couldn't even make out what we talked about.

When I looked down my body I noticed the marks he had left on me. Purple tiny spots covered my breasts and stomach, and probably my neck too but I didn't even dare to look into the mirror because, from the start of the day, I knew that I looked as horrible as I felt.

My day wasn't fascinating.  The only thing I did was study for my upcoming exam and have mental breakdowns because I didn't understand shit. That's why I impatiently said yes when Carla asked me to go out with her and some university friends. She sent me the location of the restaurant they were meeting up and it was only 15 minutes from my apartment. I didn't put on anything too fancy. A pair of jeans combined with a strapless top. After getting my purse and jacket I made my way to the restaurant, hoping to loosen up a bit and stop thinking about my studies.

It's 9 pm when I reach the restaurant. For something in Gangnam, it looks a bit cheap but I don't mind it. As soon as I enter the building a familiar voice calls me. "y/n!" Carla's voice echoes through the whole restaurant while she waves at me. My feet start making their way to the huge table where a lot of people are sitting. Probably 16 I would say. Some faces are familiar and some are not but my mouth falls almost open when I see a particular face. It's him. The guy I spent the night with. Our gazes meet and he looks as confused as I do. I didn't know he goes to the same university as we do.

"omg, I'm so glad you made it. Hey guys" Carla shouts into the round "This is my friend Y/n" I cringe at the feeling of everyone staring at me even though I love to be the center of attention, but something makes it different this time. I mean who wouldn't be embarrassed when the guy you slept with and sneaked out of his house was staring? He was pissed. I could see it in his eyes, Who would have thought an action like this would hurt his ego? Okay, I get it, it was a bitchy move from me just to leave but isn't that what everyone does? Who the fuck wants to talk to their one-night stand on the next day after sobering up? Not me.

"you can sit here" Sungwoo and his little friend group interrupt my thoughts. I mentally roll my eyes but make my way to them because the other option doesn't sound so great either. Sitting beside the bunny guy isn't something I want to do. I don't have problems with meeting people I had sex with but this is too fresh. Literally. 24 hours ago I didn't even know about his existence and now I'm seeing him again after thinking that I won't ever see him again. Fuck my life, why does this always happen to me? I feel his eyes on my back as I walk to the guys.

"wow you look so different today, did you do something to your skin or get a new haircut?"

"Sungwoo I don't wanna fuck you so please shut your mouth if you want to continue talking shit," I say annoyed without even looking at him. Maybe Bunny Guy would have been a better option. Sungwoo didn't say a thing when his friends started to laugh about my comment. Idiots. I didn't pay attention to them. My eyes were fixed on him. He was talking to Namjoon, the son of my father's business partner. Why the fuck did everyone know him except me? Was I so focused on me and myself that I didn't notice someone like him?

"Hey, do you know that guy?" my words come almost out like a whisper. Cole looks at me confused "him?". He points at the Bunny Guy. "Yeah"

"Oh that's Jungkook"

"Jungkook?"

"Eh yes"

"Who is he?"

"He is the photography major guy" I look at him confused. "He takes photos?" Cole explains as if I was a bigger idiot than Sungwoo. "I know what photography is. But how does everybody know him except me?"

"I don't know"

"Wow you are a big help" I roll my eyes and continue staring at him. "Don't stare too much. He has a girlfriend" When Cole's voice reaches me my eyes widen and I turn to face him with a loud "What?". Maybe too loud, because some of the people turn their heads in our direction. I give myself an mental punch in the face because holy shit this is embarrassing.

I turn back toward Jungkook, now feeling a strange mix of irritation and confusion. A girlfriend? If he has a girlfriend, what the hell was he doing with me last night? I could feel my heart racing, anger bubbling up inside. For a moment, I debated storming over and confronting him right there in front of everyone. But then I remembered the last thing I wanted was more drama, especially in public. Instead, I forced myself to take a deep breath and let it go. Or at least, pretend to. I plaster a fake smile on my face, trying to shake off the weirdness of the situation.

Everyone, oblivious to the tension, were still talking to each other about something I couldn't care less about. I knew I wasn't going to enjoy this night. Not with Jungkook sitting there, looking like the world's biggest hypocrite. And yet, I couldn't help but glance at him every few minutes. His eyes met mine a few times, and I could see a mixture of emotions on his face anger, sadness, maybe even a little regret.

My mind kept racing. Maybe Cole was wrong. Maybe Jungkook didn't have a girlfriend. Or maybe they had broken up, and it wasn't as big of a deal as I was making it out to be. But I knew better than to get my hopes up. Guys like Jungkook good-looking, and confident usually had a line of girls waiting for their attention.

As I sipped my drink, trying to calm my nerves, Carla leaned over and whispered, "You okay? You seem a bit off." I forced another smile. "Yeah, just tired. Been studying all day." She nods, buying my excuse, and goes back to chatting with her friends. I tried to focus on the conversation at the table, but it was pointless. My mind keeps drifting back to last night, trying to piece together the blurry memories. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it didn't seem like something a guy with a girlfriend would do.

But who was I kidding? I wasn't some innocent victim here. I was the one who chose to sneak out without a word, who didn't even care enough to remember his name until tonight. Maybe this was just karma catching up with me.

As the evening dragged on, I found myself slipping further into my thoughts, barely engaging with anyone around me. I just wanted to get out of there, to go home and forget this ever happened. But I knew I couldn't run away this time. Not with Jungkook sitting there, a constant reminder of the mess I had gotten myself into.

I needed to get out of here, away from him, away from the confusion swirling in my mind. I get up and walk to Carla. "Gonna catch some fresh air" I whisper to her. She shows me a thumbs-up and continues talking to the others. I make my way out of the restaurant and start walking in some direction I didn't know where it would lead me.

"Hey!" I hear a male voice calling after me. Fuck. It's him. I turn around and my guess is confirmed. Jungkook stands there a few meters away from me. I give him a confused look, asking what he wants. He starts walking towards me but stops when there is a good distance between us. "Sneaking out like today morning?" Asshole. "I'm not sneaking out, just trynna get some fresh air".

"Did that in the morning too?" I try to not roll my eyes at his comment "Look I'm sorry, I didn't know you would act so fucking sensitive about it." Jungkook's eyes narrow slightly like he's trying to figure out whether or not I'm sorry. Spoiler alert: I'm not. But I guess he's not buying it. He steps closer, and I can feel the tension building between us.

"Sensitive?" He scoffs, crossing his arms. "You think I'm being sensitive because you bailed without saying anything?"

"Look, it wasn't personal," I say, trying to keep my voice even. "It was just... I don't know, easier that way."

"Easier for you," he counters, his tone sharp. "You don't think I might've wanted to talk? Maybe actually know the person I slept with?"

His words hit me harder than I expected. Maybe because, deep down, I know he's right. But I'm not about to admit that to him, or myself. So I shrug, trying to play it cool. "Honestly? No. I didn't think about it. I didn't think about you."

He flinches, just slightly, but I catch it. And for some reason, it stings. I was hoping he'd be pissed, maybe throw some snarky remark my way, but this... this is worse. He looks genuinely hurt. And that's when I start to feel like the asshole I've been trying to pretend I'm not.

"I don't regret walking out this morning. If  I knew you had a girlfriend I would have never slept with you." The words slip out before I can stop them, and his eyes widen.

"What?" His voice is low, almost a whisper. He looks around like he's making sure no one's overhearing our conversation. "Who told you that?"

"Does it matter?" I shoot back, crossing my arms. "You're the one who hooked up with me last night even though you already have someone. I hope she finds a guy that won't bullshit her like that"

Jungkook's face hardens, and for a second, I think he's going to walk away. But then he shakes his head. "I don't have a girlfriend"

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You don't?"

"Yeah," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "I hook up with this one chick but that's it. She's not my girlfriend or friend"

Complicated. Of course, it is. Isn't it always? I want to ask more, to figure out what the hell is going on, but something stops me. Maybe it's the look in his eyes, a mix of confusion and frustration, or maybe it's just the realization that I'm not sure I want to know.

"Okay," I say finally, my voice softer. "I get it."

He looks at me, searching my face for something maybe understanding, maybe just a sign that I'm not a total jerk. I don't know if he finds it, but after a moment, he sighs.

"Why did you leave like that?" he asks, his voice quieter now. "Was it really that bad?"

I hesitate the truth on the tip of my tongue. But instead, I offer him a small, rueful smile. "No, it wasn't bad. I just... I don't do the morning-after thing, okay? It's easier for me to leave before it gets awkward."

"Yeah," he says, and there's that look again like he's not sure if he should be angry or just let it go. "Well, next time, maybe just say goodbye." His last words linger in the air like a challenge, and I can't help but feel the sting. "Next time, maybe just say goodbye." Next time? Did he really think there'd be a next time? Or was he just messing with me?

"Sure," I mumble, more to myself than to him. I'm already regretting stepping outside, already feeling the walls closing in. I wasn't built for these lingering, unspoken feelings. My MO has always been simple: in and out, no strings, no attachments. But now, standing here with Jungkook, it's like the rules I live by are starting to crack. Jungkook's still watching me, his eyes softening just a bit, like he's trying to see through the layers I've carefully built up. It's unnerving like he's trying to figure me out, and I hate that. I hate how vulnerable it makes me feel.

"So...we're good?" He asks carefully with a sight smile. "Yeah," I nod and return the smile. "How about we start all over again, without this...thing?" Jungkook suggests making me a bit skeptical. "Sure" I respond unsure and he notices that. "I'm Jungkook" he reaches out his hand while my arms are still crossed.

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"Ugh I can't believe I'm really doing this" I give him my hand for a shake and say with a fake smile "I'm y/n". "nice to meet you y/n" a laugh escapes my mouth and not much long after he starts laughing too. "Okay, I think that's enough," I say still laughing and Jungkook responds with a "Fine".

***

We walk in silence til Jungkook starts talking again. "So I suppose that we are at the same university". I nod awkwardly. "Ehm which major are you?" "Art" my response is short and quick, not wanting to expose too much about myself. Jungkook makes an "o" form with his mouth and continues with "So we are in the same building". I don't say anything. There is a long silence between us. An awkward one before, again, Jungkook starts talking.

"Can I have your number?"

"my number?"

"yes"

"Uhm-" my phone interrupts the moment with it's vibrating. Carla's name is on the display and after giving Jungkook an apologetic look I bring the phone to my ear. "Hey, where are you?" she says clearly a bit drunk. "I'm still taking some fresh air. You okay?" "It's been already half an hour and yes I'm okay. By the way, did you see the tattooed guy by chance? Jungkook?" Carla talks a bit faster than usual, making me start to worry because usually, that means she is already at the point where she won't stop drinking.

"Yeah, he is standing next to me. We will be back in a few minutes, and Carls? Please don't drink so much" When the phone call ends Jungkook and I make our way back to the restaurant where our friends are. It only takes about 10 minutes til we're sitting in there again, getting bored by the things the people around us are saying. I catch Jungkooks eyes lingering on me, making me give him a soft smile. If I only knew what a mess this man would make in my life.

[mistress-of-vos]

Hi Mistress :> Do you have any Jean-Paul headcanons you’d be willing so share? (Or JeanTim, if the mood strikes you 🫣)

Hi, there!!! ❤️💛

I have many many Jean-Paul, Tim and JeanTim headcanons, so I have decided to list a few of them here, focused on the ones related to how I think their relationship would be (most of the time):

Jean-Paul headcanons:

As I stated in my latest post, I picture Jean-Paul as kind of French. I like to go with the usual canon where he was born in Switzerland (inside the order) and Ludovic took him to Gotham. However (and inspired by Dan Watters), I picture Jean-Paul spending most of his childhood and teenage years in France, educated by priests and nuns. He can get a summer in Spain or Italy when I feel generous.

Still on this, I imagine JP having certain accent and speaking tone that fall as "french man who has spent too much time speaking english". He needs to focus in order to suppress it (and usually can't do so when he's around Tim).

He has been drinking wine since he was 16, and smoking since 18. Is he proud? No, but he's hardly going to quit when you consider he's a supersoldier.

I usually change his computer science degree for a programming or engineering one, but mostly to adapt him to modern times (plus, he gives me engineer vibes I'm sorry)

This isn't a headcanon as much as the way I adapt him, but I basically copy Slade Wilson's supersoldier nature, as Jean-Paul's origin is way too scifi for the Batman mythos.

JP's a geek AND nerd. Loves LOTR, Dungeons and Dragon, comics, videogames... He's also a bit of an anime fan, but won't say so out loud.

Despite everything, Jean-Paul is religious, and attends church quite frequently. That might not help much with his daily, terrible, catholic guilt.

He has a love-hate relationship with his long hair, and truth is that he only keeps it long because Tim said he liked it and well...

And finally going into JeanTim territory: JP has always liked petite black haired people. If you picked all his partners and crushes, 90% of them look like Tim. In JP's defense, he had already developed "a type" way before meeting Tim

JeanTim headcanons:

They roleplay as Batman and Robin/Catwoman quite often. Very often.

Dick loathes their relationship. Tim constantly needs to stop Dick and JP from punching each other and open old wounds.

Damian is the one who finds JeanTim logical. Two warriors dedicated to Gotham are dating? 'Wow, must have been a surprise, father!'

JeanTim both have horrible schedules due to being vigilantes, and if it weren't because of their two cats meowing in hunger, JeanTim wouldn't get up before 10am. Never.

Jean-Paul took (back) a job at WE if only to be able to see Tim during those hours.

Yes, they have slept together at the office.

And the batmobile.

And the common showers at the batcave.

It's easier to ask where they haven't done it yet.

Tim has a choking kink, whereas Jean-Paul, worrying as he is, prefers to stick with kisses and hickeys, constantly afraid he will hurt Tim.

It took them ages to get together. Partly because Jean-Paul died, came back, then Tim not-died and came back, and then Gotham was a mess for like - an eternity. It wasn't until Jean-Paul came back from Europe that they started flirting and eventually dating.

Luke was who suffered the most while JeanTim got together. He was two "failed attempts at getting those two together" away from burning something down. Preferably Jean-Paul.

Lonnie is their second most loyal hater. Jason is a close third, rivaling with Ra's al Ghul, who huffed at the news and argued that "One day, Timothy will stop playing with that golden retriever"

JeanTim shouldn't have kids, but they will, because the narrative hates them.

Jean-Paul asks Tim to marry him barely eight months in their dating. They marry before Dick or Bruce do, which is a constant thing Alfred brings up when speaking about commitment.

In retrospective, however, Jean-Paul and Tim both have been thinking about getting married even before dating, so... Yeah, that.

Have you seen how loyal big dogs will attack anyone who looks ugly at their owner? That's Jean-Paul with Tim. And it's so obvious that it didn't take long for Gotham criminals to pick up that Azrael and Red Robin were definetely together.

JeanTim as team at undercover are the worst. They always end up leaving and going to a room rather than gather information. But how could JP even resist to Tim in a bunny costume?

Tim's main nickname for JP is "Angel", and JP's main nickname for Tim is "Chaton" (kitten)

Tim Wayne-Drake headcanons:

Tim has been openly queer almost since becoming Robin. Don't ask him about his first four crushes, though. He won't answer.

While JP has a longer bed-partner list, Tim is the one with a heavier past regarding serious relationship. Jean had just one proper dating, but plenty of one night stands. Tim had few to none one night stands, yet many long, painful relationships.

In the same topic, Tim carries more traumas and insecurities born from complicated relationships. It takes JP a quite to convince Tim that he's not leaving.

Tim also drinks and smokes, but has to do so with moderation due to losing his spleen. He's trying to quit for real, but fails constantly.

Tim, being openly queer and comfortable on his gender, crossdresses in a daily basis, and wears makeup, heels and nails everyday. Yes, that includes when he's using an Armani suit for a WE meeting.

As a rich kid, Tim learned to play the piano. Nowadays he only plays when alone, or when Jean-Paul is with him. It's an intimate, childish sentiment that fills him up when he plays, and he doesn't want to taint it with his current life.

Tim wears his mother perfume sometimes, and even sprays it on his pillow when feeling lonely.

His father's cologne, in the other hand, is sprayed on coats too big for Tim that he wears on winter.

Tim has a sweet tooth, but loves eating spicy foods even if that means burning his tongue (and yes, perhaps certain eco terrorist had something to do with that...)

When burning in fever due to the clench, Tim had a shameful thought that always came back to haunt him: "If I live, if I grow up, I want to marry a man like Jean-Paul"

Hope you had some fun reading, anon! 💚

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty: We Need To Talk About Mom’s Paintings (20/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Morgana possesses Claire. Douxie and Y/n have a moment. Y/n needs her father.

Word count: 2568

Warnings: we have everything. We have angst, we have comfort, we have some I would say +16 stuff

(Season 3 Episodes 2,3,4,5)

Song?: The Night We Met by Lord Huron and Phoebe Bridgers

Previous - Next

Masterlist

Y/n looked around the room, the once dark and colorless basement was now an art gallery full of colorful paintings of creatures that shouldn’t exist against vibrants backgrounds.

She observed her mother paint a portrait the size of the wall of her ex-boyfriend's troll from with an intensity she had never seen before. She didn’t even know her mother could paint.

“Mom, I packed you lunch!” Jim screamed from the kitchen.

“Down here honey!” Screamed back Barbara without taking her eyes from the painting.

Jim slowly walked down stairs and saw her sister sitting in a stool observing the spectacle.

“What’s going on?” He mouthed.

Y/n shrugged, she was just as confused, with her head she pointed at the big Mr. Strickler’s painting.

Jim’s eyes opened like plates.

“So, what do you think? I call it “Goodbye, Walt” You warned me he was bad news, but I didn’t listen. Then he vanished without a goodbye. What kind of man does that? Hence the horns. They’re symbolic” Barbara proudly showed off her painting.

“Wow, mom. Quite the imagination” Jim turned to Y/n.

“Yeah” Y/n is lost for words. She didn’t know what to do “Now, I know where I got my artistic side is from”

“Aw, thank you sweety” Barbara pinched Y/n’s cheek “First your father, and now him. I swear, if I ever see Walt again…”

“On that note,” Jim nervously chuckled, starting to go upstairs “gotta run”

“Coward” Y/n whispered.

—

“Hello” Y/n announced her arrival at the bookstore.

“Hello, love” Douxie emerged from under the counter mirroring the smile in Y/n’s face “You’re early. I thought you were coming for lunch. We were going to the park”

Y/n walked to Douxie and kissed his cheek.

“Are you kicking me out?” She chuckled against his cheek.

“What?! No?!” He screamed. For a moment, fear creeped on Douxie's spine. Did he make Y/n feel rejected?

“Relax” Y/n rested her head on his shoulders, and patted his chest “I just wanted to see you. Is that such a crime?” It wasn’t a complete lie. Y/n wanted to see Douxie, she always wanted to see him. But today, she needed to get out of her house, stay away from her mother’s art.

“Stop toying with the kid. He only slept two hours” Archie jumped on top of the counter.

“Hi to you too, Arch” Y/n scratched the cat’s chin.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m a little bit on edge. It was a long night. Too many trolls in Arcadia wreaking havoc” Douxie let himself fall on the chair “Do you know what’s up with that?”

Y/n nodded. She doesn’t want to lie to Douxie but if she told him the truth she knew he would want to help and that would open a can of worms that she doesn’t want to deal with just yet.

“No idea” she shook her head “that’s weird” she observed Douxie’s dark eyebags “Hey, why don’t you go lay down until lunch and I stay here?”

“No. No. I’m okay” he straightened himself in the chair, dropping a cup with pens with his elbow.

Y/n and Archie shared a look.

“You’re not” Y/n gently push him from the shoulders of the chair “you’re missing a cat and you didn’t notice it”

“No, Al is…” Douxie started to look everywhere as Y/n guided him to the stairs.

“See? Go to sleep. See you at lunch” Y/n waved until Douxie disappeared into the distance. She turned to Arch “Where’s Al, anyway?”

“Who knows. He said something about a meeting with a duck and then something about a dandelion and tacos” Archie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t laugh at him. Is always important to have connections”

Y/n helped out a few regulars and a few not so regulars during the afternoon. Time moved slowly, the dog outside the bookstore sniffed the tree comically slow until he found a spot, the traffic lights wouldn’t change colors, everything seemed to move so painfully slow. She looked back at Archie to see if he was also affected by this strange phenomenon but he was belly up under a ray of sunshine. She smiled and walked the small store coming back to the spot where Douxie had given her her old book. She couldn’t see it back then but now, with this piece of the puzzle back in its place she could recognise that Douxie had reconstructed her old bookshelf from their time in Camelot.

“Lady Y/n” Hisirdoux shyly knocked on the door.

“Come on in” Y/n answered, her voice almost above a whisper. She was laying on the floor with her back against the bookshelf, her nose buried in a red leather bound book and her bare feet were covered by her faithful friend, Alfred.

“Where…?” Hisirdoux looked around the room until he saw the cat’s brown tail coming from under the bed “Y/n?” He called.

“Mmmh?” She lifted her view from the book, her hair was in a perfect braid but she was still in her nightgown.

“Master M…”

“Y/n?” Morgana pushed the door wide open.

Hisirdoux jumped back like a cat.

“Why aren't you wearing your dress?” The woman grabbed the dress from the bed and ran next to the girl.

“I thought I had time” Y/n looked at Hisirdoux her eyes filling with tears “I…I…”

From the hallway, they could hear the echo of the steps followed by a staff hitting the stone covered floor.

Hisirdoux’s heart fell to his stomach when he saw Y/n’s red eyes.

“Hisirdoux, can you distract him?” Asked Morgana as she prepared the girl’s dress.

Hisirdoux pursed his lips and nodded before running down the hallway.

Y/n smiled while the tears fell as she heard Hisirdoux’s insanes complain about his lack of staff.

“He is nice” Morgana whispered .

Y/n’s cheeks redden as her bracelet, she lowered her head and played with it while Morgana tightened her corset.

The woman chuckled, “He could be a nice friend… Like in the book”

“But…”

“And, don’t…but mater me”

“Y/n?! Y/n?!” Douxie screamed.

Y/n blinked a couple times and came back to the floor of the bookstore. Her knees red from supporting her weight on the floor. She looked around. She doesn’t remember getting to the ground, she doesn’t remember grabbing the book.

“Love?!” Douxie asked, voice laced with desperation.

“Doux? When did you wake up?” Y/n tried to get up but her legs failed her, luckily, Douxie caught her before she could hit the floor.

“A couple minutes ago. What happened?” He guided her to the small couch and crouched in front of her.

“I..I was looking at the books and then…I had a vision?” She frowned.

“A vision?” He repeated.

“From the past…remember the morning after Morgana gave me the anthology?”

Douxie smiled at the memory, that was the beginning of their friendship.

“I was ten and you were nine and deadly afraid of angering your father” he said a little absent minded.

“Yeah…I almost remembered him” she looked at him, her eyes full of tears like that morning.

“You’ll remember him” Douxie’s heart fell to his stomach just like that morning.

Y/n looked deeply into Douxie's hazel eyes, the only eyes that she ever wanted to look at in moments like this and closed the distance kissing him, her hands quickly finding their home amongst his hair. Douxie instantly returned the kiss with the same sweetness but more desperation. Everytime they would touch, he needed to taste every drop of it, even if it was an accidental graze of hands during the day.

His hands lifted her from the couch and her legs quickly snaked around his waist.

“Doux” Y/n panted, holding his cheeks “people can see us”

“I don’t care” he whispered, his eyes full of lust going back and forth between her eyes and her lips.

“Doux…”Y/n whispered. She was shocked. Douxie was a little more shy than that.

“Let’s go upstairs” he said into her ear before biting her earlobe.

“Mmmh” she laughed.

As Douxie’s feet would step each step of the stairwell, Y/n’s heart would pound faster, stronger. She hid her face on Douxie’s neck but the familiar smell did nothing to calm the tremors in her hands, in her torso.

Douxie laid both of them on the couch of the second floor where they would usually nap and started to kiss Y/n’s neck, his hands slowly feeling her stomach up to her sides. Y/n instinctively opened her legs to give him space, her hips moved against his, her hands went to his chest, her body reacted to his but a part of her mind was confused.

“You’re so pretty” Douxie's voice brought her to the present. His shirt was missing, his toned chest exposed for Y/n to see.

“Look who’s talking” she put a hand on his now red chest and pushed him back.

“So pretty” he repeated as he observed her while she sat on top of him.

Y/n kissed him again and again and slowly went down from his mouth, to his chin, to his neck, to the spot under his jaw where she could feel his pulse. Douxie groaned making Y/n smile but it quickly got erased from her face when her hands started to shake again while Douxie took out her shirt leaving her with her bra exposed.

Y/n put her hands on Douxie’s shoulders and moved her hips, maybe if her hands felt him they would remember him.

“Y/n?” Douxie’s hand caressed Y/n cheek “are you alright?”

She looked down at him, at his eyes full of worry and smiled.

“Of course” she kissed him but this time he didn’t return it as passionately as before, this time was sweet, understanding.

With a swift move he was on top of her again and could inspectionate her face more clearly.

“No, you’re not” he furrowed “we don’t have to do this, love” he started to pull back.

“No, I want this” she put her hand on his shoulder “it just…” she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. To Y/n Ambrosius it isn’t a big deal but to Y/n Lake it is “You know…”

But Douxie’s big eyes told her he didn’t know.

“I know that you and I…you know but…Y/n Lake hasn’t” she explained.

“I don’t follow” he whispered.

“You’re gonna make me say it” she whispered to herself “Y/n Lake is still part of me, right?”

He nodded.

“Y/n Lake is a…virgin”

Douxie’s blood drained from his face and came back in a rush.

“Oh. Oh” he sat on his heels “I see”

Y/n sat up, her body warming up from the shyness “I want this”

Douxie chuckled and kissed her cheek.

“Me too but…” he grabbed both cheeks with his hands “this time has to be special too” kissing her nose.

The butterflies ruptured Y/n’s stomach traveling through her body. She nodded, a lovesick smile plastered on her face.

—

“I was falling asleep. Was it necessary to call me sixty five times?” Y/n screamed as she opened Claire’s bedroom door.

Claire was floating in the middle of the room. The boys had tied her up chains that her magic seemed unable to break. 

“I’ll wear your spine as my crown, peasants!” Claire screamed in anger.

“That’s a new one” said Jim pointing his bat to Claire.

“Her creativity knows no bounds” added Toby.

Claire screamed, throwing Jim and Toby threw the air with her magic. Y/n was able to stay put on the door. She had been more thrown out by the familiarity of the magic than the magic itself. She took a step forward, her eyes focused on the changed Claire, her voice was different and so was her magic.

“Apologies for my delay” Blinky barged into the room and was able to set the chair back into the ground and with a quick move of a stone set the chains back into place.

The troll explained the why of his delay but Y/n couldn’t hear. She was consumed by the weight in her throat, by the burning in her eyes, something in Claire’s eyes was pulling her to the ground.

“Does the name Morgana mean anything to you?” Jim asked Blinky.

Y/n mouth hung open. The memory of the red haired woman holding her hand through the woods, braiding her hair, teaching her magic, being slayed by a sword, all came back like a stab to the heart. The myth was true. Morgana was alive.

“Morgan Le Fay, Merlin’s apprentice” explained Blinky, scared of naming the monster.

“Like Merlin who made my amulet?” asked Jim

“No” whispered Y/n and took a step back.

“I spit on his name as I spit on his grave” Morgana chuckles “Don’t we, Birdie?” She looked directly at Y/n.

“Sounds like they didn’t get along” Toby hid behind Jim.

Y/n kept walking backwards until her legs hit the bed and sat down, too afraid to make a sound.

“He thinks he can be rid of me? The fool” she laughs and turns to the guys in front of her “I will erase his name and all of his creations”

Y/n looked down at her hands and saw the tears falling down. She wasn’t sure of what she was more afraid of: the ghost in front of her or what the ghost could do to her friends.

She turned to the door and ran. Afraid that the grief and the nostalgia would bend her will. Ran far from Claire’s house, from Douxie’s library, she ran until her feet ached, until her knees gave up and then, she fell to the ground, her hands softening the blow.

A broken sob escaped her throat, her body gave out, falling to the side on top of the grass. She pulled her knees to her chest and prayed that the darkness of the night was enough to hide her from the world.

One last sob abandoned her lips before closing her eyes:

“I want my father”

—

“Good morning” whispered a familiar raspy voice.

Y/n felt a familiar hand caressing her hair. Without opening her eyes she leaned into the touch, she knew that feeling before she was even born. She stretched her hand and grabbed the familiar robe, an old habit she hadn’t shaken.

“Come one, Birdie, open your eyes” the man insisted, moving the final strand of hair from her face.

“No” she clutched the robe tighter and moved closer to the warmth that the man’s body provided.

“Why?” The man chuckled.

“I’m afraid” she cried.

“What?” The man grabbed Y/n and cradled her “Why?”

“I’m afraid you won’t be there when I open my eyes” she grabbed the closest piece of fabric she could feel.

“Oh, Birdie” the man rocked her “Of course I’ll be here”

Y/n slowly opened her eyes and under the light of the sun she saw a man with crystalline blue eyes.

“Father?” She asked before the weight of reality brought her back and made her realize that she was alone and that her father was laying on a tomb waiting to be awakened.

A/n: was that a lot?

-Yes -No

Did you expect the revelation?

-Yes -No -Why would you do that to a child?

Can you tell I have daddy issues by my choice of father?

-Yes -Yes

[stellar-haikyuu]

This is for Stellita!!! ilysm stellar! <3

Pre-relationship

1. Were you friends before you got together? How long were you friends?

7. Were you two obvious about being in love? Did your friends try to tell you?

In Love

4. Favorite memory from early in the relationship?

16. What do most date nights look like for you?

23. Do you have promise rings? When did you get them?

Domestic

4. Spa day! What does a spa/self care day look like for you two?

8. Something they do that makes you look at them and go “I love them.”

Wedding

7. Did everything go well or did one of you do something silly like bump noses when kissing?

Were you friends before you got together? How long were you friends?

childhood friends! we live nearby and have gone to the same schools since elementary school. we only got together after graduating high school, so that would be around 11-12 years of us being only friends.

Were you two obvious about being in love? Did your friends try to tell you?

it was around middle school that i realized i liked him! when we went to karasuno together, i joined the volleyball team as a manager since i wanted to be around him more. the pining throughout those 3 years were insane; i'm pretty sure we drove the karasuno kids mad (at least the ones who weren't that oblivious about love LMAO). looking back, we were VERY obvious. i was just constantly second-guessing whether ennoshita was interested in me or if he just saw me as a close friend. because of that, tanaka, noya, narita, and kinoshita took up the responsibility of being our wingmen. they gave the hell up in our third year and just told us to "please confess to each other" on graduation day.

Favorite memory from early in the relationship?

honestly, not much changed about our relationship other than the gradual introduction of the romantic aspects. i think that's why my favorite memory in the early stages was when he kissed me for the first time. he has walked me home for as long as i could remember, so the first time he added something new to our routine? unforgettable. we actually went on a few dates beforehand, so i really wasn't expecting that night to be the very one! after i said goodbye, he just stood there for a few seconds without saying anything. i asked him what was wrong, and then he just blurted out, "can i please kiss you?" HDSFHSDHF i screamed a little bit before excitedly saying yes. he just went in and did it, holding my face and being so soft about it. in a daze, i literally said, "wow, why haven't we kissed sooner?" and he asks if what he did in elementary school counted. APPARENTLY, he had kissed me goodnight (on the cheek) when he slept over at my house. that was the evening ennoshita broke my brain.

What do most date nights look like for you?

food dates are the best; sharing meals is our love language! but if we have more time, we try fun activities together. personally, i enjoy doing new stuff with other people, because it can be less embarrassing. my favorites so far are attending art workshops or playing a new thing at the arcade (we still suck at bowling lmao).

Do you have promise rings? When did you get them?

while we didn't have promise rings, we often got matching stuff. pencil cases, plushies, keychains, notebooks, you name it. it has been a common practice for us to buy things together since we were young.

Spa day! What does a spa/self-care day look like for you two?

most of the time, we stay at home together. we order takeout, watch movies, or cuddle in bed for hours. we also give each other baths, which is so relaxing. it really hits different when someone else washes your hair for you and cleans all the hard-to-reach spots. intimate in all the best ways. but if we have energy and time to spare, ennoshita and i go to the salon together to get whatever we need done.

Something they do that makes you look at them and go “I love them.”

ennoshita is so understanding of my difficulties with forgetfulness and task initiation. he never gets angry or upset; he always listens to what i have to say and helps me brainstorm solutions and systems that'll help. regardless, he leaves sticky notes for me (around the house, on my paper stacks, in my notebook, in my packed lunch) and sends texts when there's something important. we share a calendar too, which makes it easier for us both. at one point in college, i just started crying and telling him "i love you" when he did these for me during a bad week.

Wedding: Did everything go well or did one of you do something silly like bump noses when kissing?

generally, it went well! but we didn't expect the things that happened hahaha! we cried SO hard during our vows. the officiator and the guests were so concerned. during each of our turns, we couldn't speak for 3-4 minutes because we'd make each other cry harder LMAOOOO the ceremony kiss was short and sweet! we were too shy to do an extended one in front of many people. so, we asked to be alone for a few minutes after arriving at the wedding reception venue. we made out in one of the waiting rooms...and got caught by the wedding coordinator because we were gone for too long. our parents couldn't stop laughing and telling the other guests about it.

self-ship asks: 1 | 2

[3dollarfortnitecard]

hey i jist slept fro 16 hours. wow

[the-s1lly-corner]

If you dont mind my asking... what does your sleeping cycle/schedule look like? What does your nightly routine look like? Do you also struggle with falling asleep or/and staying asleep?

Obligatory "idk if it's just my body responding to my poor sleep schedule and thus making it worse and making it a cycle" or "theres actually something going on and I've just been simply chalking it up to the first option"

If it matters I am diagnosed with anxiety as well as depression and I know that can have an effect on energy and sleep in general, not currently medicated

Nightly routine is basic; brush my teeth, wash up, vibe for a while before laying down. As of late I've been falling asleep around 8-9 but some nights I do fall asleep later/dont sleep at all

On worse nights where I can't sleep for long its generally like- sleeping for 2-4 hours and then I'm awake for anywhere between 12-16 hours before I start nodding off. The only thing atp keeping me from just going to bed is that I need to cook dinner for us (me + family). Generally no matter how hard I try prior I can't fall back asleep. Usually this repeats over and over the next week or so

THEN the opposite happens; I'll sleep for most the day and only wake up for short periods to do what's required. The last time this happened I was able to make note of how much I slept; roughly 21 hours in a 32 hour period, before I lost track at least.. the times where I was awake was kind of scattered about due to the aforementioned required stuff (feeding myself, bathroom, cooking for the house), similarly this cycle lasts for upwards of a week or more

I hate both of them equally, I always feel so exhausted regardless of which one I'm cycling through- on one hand I cant sleep no matter how tired I am, and on the other I can't stop sleeping and I dont ever actually feel rested

Sometimes I do get a night or two where I actually sleep for a reasonable period and feel rested but that only happens every month to every two months

I dont really use anything to sleep other than my fan (background noise as well as to keep cool since I prefer cooler rooms to sleep) as well as a weighted blanket (20 pounds!! Wow!! Annoying to toss to the corner of the bed when I'm not using it), as well as plushies/pillows to wrap my arms around since it feels weird to leave them empty

If anything my sleep has improved since I've gotten my weighted blanket but its tapered out since I've gotten it

I do sometimes take melatonin out of desperation if I cant fall asleep but it's like.. I want to say a 25-40% success rate for a 6mg gummy and a lower rate for the recommended 12mg on the bottle

Idk it kind of sucks but this isnt anything new for me it's just gotten more... annoying... since I've become the main person taking care of things irl at my house + working on personal projects to the side

[laikinz-moved]

I had a migraine all day and slept for 16 hours wow is this what it’s like being a person?

[simonthechaste]

I wrote this eight years ago today

A sunny Saturday, a first one in ages, which also happens be the general graduation ceremony day in all schools over here. All the normal people are out there, enjoying the the summer and celebrating young people with their life ahead of them and full of promise for the future. As for me, I slept till three in the afternoon and since then have pulled my limp penis for three hours.

If I would be able to go back in time and tell this to my 16-year-old me, what kind of loser I have become, I think that little wanker would be so amazed and impressed. After all, that is what he would have wanted to grow up as. To be able to masturbate as much as I do nowadays.

I can just picture it.

"And then there's this thing called the Internet. It's a sort of global information storage you connect from home with a computer. Everyone will have computers in the future. It's sounds sci-fi, I know. And there's porn there as well, that you can watch and masturbate to."

"How much will it cost? The porn I mean?"

"That's the best part. It's completely free. More porn you can imagine, or hope ever to use. Femdom stuff too, which I know you like." "Wow. That's hard to believe."

"I know, but it's true. Now all you need is not to get yourself a life, you know career or a girlfriend. Because they would mess up the masturbating part big time."

"Okay, I won't. They're pretty scary anyways, the girls I mean."

"I know. Okay, I will tell you a secret now. You will get a girlfriend but it won't be until you're 33. You don't have to anything for it, since she will pick you up. The sex between you two will suck, and you will also have very little chances to masturbate for several years. But she will leave you eventually, after cheating on you with a friend of hers. After that the masturbating becomes easier again."

"What a relief."

"Also, by that age you will have trouble getting an erection anymore, so I suggest you become real good friends with your hand. By 45 it will be limp as a noodle, but fortunately it doesn't affect masturbating. In any case, fucking won't be your thing, it's best for you to just forget that. So, stay away from girls, and continue masturbating alone, and it will go just great."

"Okay, I will!"

[the-love-of]

I dont know if I've posted about this yet.

Maybe I did and I deleted it.

One day when I was like... 16? I think.

I woke up around 3 am (glowing numbers on the cable box. I never really had a bedroom so I slept on the couch. Wow... I wonder if that's why I sleep naked in my livingroom now days ?)

When I woke up it looked like the walls were breathing. I could see black shadows outlined behind the walls. Almost like the wood paneling was a plate of glass over outlines of people. The space between the people was a foggy red.

It sounded like I was in a hospital. Not like I could hear machines or footsteps. But I heard talking. Like I was being observed and talked about by human sounding voices. But I couldn't make out what they were saying.

It felt like I was on a boat. The ground felt like it was moving slightly. My heart was racing. I had to pee. But the wild shit happening was terrible.

Here's how I used to deal with terrifying situations!

I looked down. I focused on every step. I told myself "it's ok. This probably isn't really happening. Go piss. Then go back to sleep. If it's still happening when you wake up. You'll need to see a doctor. Because this isn't normal"

I held onto everything to help me walk. The only bathroom in the home was in my parents bedroom. They were fast asleep. The walls were breathing less in here. I peed. I went back to the livingroom. It was the same as when I left.

I was exhausted though. So I curled up in a ball and went to sleep on the couch.

I woke up. Everything was fine again.

Ok. So I had no way of knowing this. But if you look up alien abduction you can find similarities.

And I kinda wonder.

In this same area when I was 18 years old. I had a twin mattress I'd sleep on next to that same couch. One morning. I heard laughing. I turned my head to see what was happening waking up on my mattress. I saw a chard black child with cracked skin. But they had perfect hair ... blond? I think. But they had these bright blue eyes. The child was swinging its legs thumping against the couch while sitting on top of it. They were saying something that wasn't English but I understood. They were mocking me. They started laughter again. I felt a pressure on my chest. I turned and looked. There was a body made of black squiggly lines on my hips. They leaned down and started to strangle me.

In my mind. The only thing scarier than everything happening to me was my dad. So I started crying out to him. I felt something on my shoulder. I snapped upright gasping for air.

My dad had been kicking my shoulder. He told me "you were screaming in your sleep again"

I told him what had happened.

I could see the fear on his face.

Here's how my dad deals with fear

"You watch too many scary movies before bed."

I was working 13 hour shifts open to close every day at my job. Nah. No time for movies

Wild shit tho

[greensleeve]

"Wow I just slept like 16 hours, I kinda feel already bet-"

[assbutt-writes]

A Heart Of Iron Chapter 17

Chapter below cut

TONY

Tony's on a ship that looks like something out of Star Wars when something taps him on the shoulder. He spins around, repulsors at the ready, when he sees a floating red cape that he recognizes as Dr. Strange's cloak.

"Wow," he says as he lowers his repulsor, "You are a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren't you?"

"Yeah, uh, speaking of loyalty," someone says, and Tony spins around to see a 16-year-old Peter Parker wearing a red metal suit that has a black spider design on it outlined in gold, a suit that he made.

"What the-" Tony starts, but Peter cuts him off.

"I know what you're gonna say-" Peter started, but Tony interrupted him.

"You should not be here," Tony says.

"I was gonna go home-" Peter starts, but Tony interrupts him again.

"I don't wanna hear it," Tony says, upset.

"-but it was such a long way down and I just thought about you-" Peter continues.

"And now I gotta hear it." Tony says exasperatedly.

"-and kinda stuck to the side of the ship. And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way-" Peter talks over him.

"God damn it," Tony sighs.

"-so if anything, it's kinda your fault that I'm here," Peter says, and Tony looks at him harshly, the cloak also spinning around to face him.

"What did you just say?" Tony asks, voice filled with annoyance and a little bit of anger.

"I- I take that back," Peter says guiltily, "And now," he continues, "I'm here in space."

"Yeah," Tony says, stepping forward, "Right where I didn't want you to be. This isn't Coney Island. This isn't a field trip. This is a one-way ticket, you hear me? Don't pretend you thought this through."

"No, I did think this through. I did think this through!" Peter says emphatically.

"You could not have possibly thought this through," Tony says, talking over him.

"You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there's no neighborhood." Peter says, a note of finality in his voice. Tony stares at him, mouth open in a mixture of shock and confusion, "Okay, that didn't really make sense, but you know what I'm trying to say."

Tony stares at him speechless, breath shaking with emotion, before he sighs and relents, saying, "Come on. We've got a situation."

The first thing Tony felt when he woke up was someone laying next to him, arms wrapped around his waist. He started to go back to sleep before realizing that this wasn't one of his hookups. It was Loki. Tony shot awake.

He carefully removed Loki's arms from around his waist and rolled over to get out of bed. He put his feet on the floor, took 2 steps, and promptly fell on his face with a loud thump, waking up Loki.

"Tony? What's going on?" Loki asked, voice rough with sleep. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Tony felt his face heat up, and he quickly turned away. "Nothing! I just forgot about my wheelchair for a second. I'll be fine!" he said hurriedly, fumbling in the dark for his for the bed to pull himself up. Loki let out a quiet laugh before walking over to Tony and helping him into his wheelchair.

"There we go!" Tony said, and he tried to pop a wheelie, immediately regretting it when he fell flat on his back. Loki laughed and helped him up again.

"Hey, JARVIS? What time is it?" Tony asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"It is currently 5:33am," JARVIS said, and Tony let out a sound of disbelief.

"Why did I wake up at this ungodly hour?" Tony groaned, throwing his hands up in the air.

Just as he said that, Steve poked his head in through the door. "Hey! Are you coming?" he said, before doing a double take. "Is that Tony?"

Tony flushed bright pink at the reminder of where he slept. "Hey, Steve," he said.

"Okay? Anyway, Loki, were you still going to come on the morning run with me?"

"You run?" Tony asked Loki, turning his wheelchair to face the other man.

"Yeah. It's just something I do to help wake up," Loki shrugged, "Usually about 13 miles or so."

Tony's heart skipped a beat at the thought of Loki, sweaty and out of breath, relaxing on a bench after just running 13 miles, and that was definitely not an image he should be thinking about right now. Trying to distract himself, he responded, "You run 13 miles every morning?"

"Not every morning! Sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy, I'll only run 10," Loki said defensively, and Tony laughed.

"Okay," Tony said slowly, trying to process that information. Eventually, he let out a little laugh, and, with that, Loki went to the bathroom to change into his running clothes. Once the door was closed, Steve turned to Tony, looking for an explanation as to why he was sleeping in Loki's room. Tony took a second to debate whether or not he should tell Steve about the dreams, but he realized that, if he wanted to try and change what he saw, he was going to need help.

"So, basically, I've been having these dreams. Well, they're not exactly dreams, more like visions of the future that come when I'm sleeping. So far I've seen Stephen Strange in some weird wizard gear that looked like something from DND saying that he saw 14 million outcomes, and that we only won one, a little girl, I think she was mine and Pepper's daughter, going to bed, something about me figuring out time travel, Loki dying, and, most recently, Peter as a teenager on a spaceship that looked like something from Star Wars. The dream about Loki dying is why I was here," Tony rambled, and Steve looked more and more confused as he went on.

"Wait, wait, wait. How do you know these aren't just dreams?" Steve said, bemused.

"Because some of the things that are in them are real, like the planet Strange and I were on. Apparently it's called Titan, and that's where the giant purple grape was from," Tony explained, "I'm telling you this because I think we need to stop it. Loki dies, Steve."

"Tony, how do you even know we can change it?" Steve said, and Tony stopped, shocked.

"Because we have to. Strange said that we only won one out of 14 million possibilities. This might be it," Tony said, not wanting to think about what would happen if they failed.

"What if it isn't? Tony, what if you're wrong?" Steve said, and Tony stilled.

"No. I can't be," Tony said quietly, "If I'm wrong, then he dies. I can't let him die, Steve. I can't."

Steve looked like he suddenly realized something, and then his look of disbelief softened and shifted into one of understanding and worry.

"Tony-" he started, but just then, Loki came out of the bathroom, wearing Tony's t-shirt from the 1970 Stark Expo and a pair of black jogging shorts. Tony felt his face heat up, and Steve sent him a knowing look before he and Loki left the room.

Tony decided to use the time he had before Loki got back to start a journal about the dreams. He rolled back to his room, went to his desk, pulled out a blank journal, and started writing.

Dream 1

Dr. Strange dream

14 million possibilities

Won 1

Stephen Strange is a wizard?

Green necklace thing

Sentient cloak?

Brown planet is Titan

Thanos is from there

Quill, Gamora, Groot, Rocket, and Groot were there, along with a blue humanoid and a humanoid with big black eyes and antennae

Dream 2 pt 1

Time travel dream

I have a daughter with Pepper

Her name is Morgan

Time travel?

Dream 2 pt 2

Loki dream

THANOS KILLS LOKI

Dream 3

Peter dream

Peter is spider man

Peter is 16

Once he was done writing, he closed the journal and asked JARVIS for the time.

"It is currently 6:31am," JARVIS said, and Tony sighed, put the journal away, and started heading to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.

When he got there, Peter and Ned had the Lego Death Star out again and were working on it. They heard Tony come in and waved at him without looking up from their project. He let out a little laugh at their focus, before he asked them what they wanted for breakfast. The answer was a resounding "Chocolate chip pancakes!"

Tony got out the pancake mix and had JARVIS play his cooking playlist. He started to blend the ingredients as Highway To Hell came on. He started to sing along, and, before he knew it, Loki and Steve were back.

"Hey guys! I'm making pancakes!" Tony said, trying to ignore the fact that how Loki looked after his morning run was definitely making him flush red.

"Cool!" Steve said, turning to look at Peter and Ned, "So, how is it going, Ned?"

Ned looked speechless at the fact that Captain America had spoken to him and remembered his name, so Peter responded instead. "It's going really good, right, Ned?"

Ned, still in shock, just gave a quick nod. Steve smiled and said, "Can I help?" The two boys quickly said yes, well, Peter said yes and Ned gave a frantic nod, and started explaining the instructions to Steve.

Meanwhile, Loki had walked over to Tony and started helping him make the pancakes, and the fact that he kept bumping into Tony while he was doing that did not help with Tony's heart rate. By the time they had the first batch of pancakes ready, Tony's face was flushed red and his heart was racing as if he was the one who had just run 13 miles. They called everyone for breakfast, and it only took 30 seconds before the others were barrelling into the room.

Once the pancakes were distributed, Tony and Loki joined Steve, Peter, and Ned. They spent the rest of the morning working on it, and, by the lunchtime, they had finished it.

"So, guys, what do you guys want to do next?" Tony asked.

"Ned, do you wanna see my room? It's super cool!" Peter asked the other boy, and the two immediately ran off in the direction of the room. Tony let out a little laugh at that, and the three of them went over to where the others were watching Lord of the Rings.

Steve walked over to the couch, and Tony and Loki chose the two beanbags that were sitting side by side. They settled in, and started to watch the movie. Well, Loki started to watch the movie. Tony, however, was trying to calm his heart rate down.

He had just gotten calmed down when Steve motioned for him to go over to him. Tony rolled over, and Steve immediately leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Are you going to tell the others about the dreams? If we're going to try to stop them, we'll need all the help we can get," Steve said quietly, and Tony froze. He started to think about it, and the more he thought, the more he realized that Steve had a point. He nodded at Steve and then turned to face the rest of the group.

"Guys? I have something to tell you."

[tedoculus]

Unsolicited old man advice and experience below the cut:

I had a very similar reaction when I stopped various behaviors that I blamed my insomnia on and didn't magically become able to sleep. One thing I can tell you is that lots of "normal" prescriptions for all kinds of things have really impacted my sleep in different periods, including antidepressants, anti-anxiety, blood pressure, and ADHD so check on those if you have any there may be a better alternative to what you're taking if you're taking anything.

I've tried all the gizmos and gadgets and "tips" out there and my primary conclusion is that the most powerful change for me was regarding sunlight. I hate sunlight for various reasons, I hate having my blinds open all day everyday. But having DAYLIGHT be the primary or secondary sensory input that wakes me up in the morning, and then having daylight throughout the day keeps my body in rhythm. If I do have to wake up before sunrise I have found the light based "sunrise" alarms to be helpful. You can also buy a simple outlet timer and plug a lamp with a bright bulb into it.

I tried the "no screens" and the "red light shift" for screens, and really couldn't isolate a difference. And I was surprised to find that changing how I wake up was actually more key than shifting my environment during bedtime.

I did the sleep study for sleep apnea, got the CPAP machine. When I was on my old ADHD meds I was able to fall asleep with the CPAP mask and I slept perfectly. But then I changed ADHD meds and I couldn't fall asleep with that damn mask on anymore. So while it helped when I could fall asleep with it, I ultimately gave up on it because it was just such a hassle. (I have a beard, I sleep with my mouth open, I tried taping my mouth shut, using a chin strap, etc etc etc)

I also cut out caffeine, and I was surprised that this made a difference because I have ADHD and used to basically consume it 24/7, and I didn't think it affected my sleep because there was no 1 to 1 correlation between how much caffeine I had, when I had it, and if I fell asleep. But cutting it out completely and letting my body detox ALL of it out, wow I can really tell the difference now. If I have any caffeine I only have it early in the morning and even then sometimes it will still keep me up 12, 16, 24 hours later even when it's a fraction of the amount I used to consume.

I hope you find some solutions that work for you!

I confess I think I always secretly hoped that when I stopped doing meth I would also stop having all my manic problems like not sleeping and over-exerting myself and being so restless that I pace in circles for hours and thinking that bugs in the shower are gonna eat me. I think I reallllllly wanted all those symptoms to just be cuz of the meth and not My Brain. Conveniently forgetting that having these problems was what led me to self medicate with hard drugs.

So like. No. Yeah. I am naturally manic. I was just also adding meth on top of that. Which does explain a lot actually.

But also. Come on. I’m clean now. I should be able to sleep now. What kind of human being can stay up for two days straight and not even need meth to do it????? Freak.

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Heyo!! I read ur Raph x reader smut and it was adorable!! May I request A Donnie x chubby Fem reader? Fluff and smut!! I don't really like anything angsty (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

hi darling!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the Raph fic!! I don't write for him often so I'm glad it was good <33 Donnie is my favorite, in all of the versions and series hands down so this was super easy. i am sorry that it took so long though!!

I'm not technically chubby (just what some people would say like pudgy? in my mind those are different but if not I'm sorry :(( ) but I see a lot of Chubby!readers are insecure? which sucks!!! you should not be insecure about it!! (I understand though) anywho I didn't really know how to bring up the fact reader was chubby but I did my best!!

genre: fluff to smut pairing: Rise!Donnie x reader <3 word count:2270 pronouns: she/her and fem bodied!!

warnings: talk of marriage!! no baby talk though, explicit themes, cursing, post-movie but no spoilers for the movie (in the movie Donnie is in fact 16 so it's four years post :))a tiny bit body worship,donnie being mean and teasing slightly(also edging and overstim, plus crying) slight cervix fucking and creampie, i really tried to keep down anything rough or hard but it’s diffifuclt for me lol ,  somewhat proof read but not really!! i hope you enjoy <33

It started out like any other day, you had slept over the night before at the lair. You guys had been watching Lou jitsu movies, taking a break so you guys could skate (more like watching the boys skate, their ramp is far too scary for you). 

Donnie had gotten bored of skating, opting to go back to his lab to work on more projects. Dragging you along with him, of course, he couldn't be a second without you for the most part.  You found a comfy chair, bringing it over to his desk to be close and watch him work. 

The extra chair had just shown up out of the blue one day, Donnie claims it had been there the whole time but his blush says otherwise. You dropped it, you thought the silent declaration of "I want you to be here and close to me" was sweet and you'd rather not ruin it. 

Scooting closer to him in your chair, he looked up at you to acknowledge you, his goggles already pulled down onto his face. Turning back with a tiny soft smile on his face, he wondered how he got so lucky as to have found you. 

Before meeting you he never had thought about a relationship, and definitely never thought about the future of that relationship, but here he was thinking about what it held for the two of you. 

You guys hadn't ever talked about marriage or beyond the next month regarding your relationship. You thought about it often though, what it would be like to marry him, live with him, grow old with him. 

"Come look at this" Donnie said, him speaking snapped you out of your daze. He looked at you concerned about what just happened, he dropped it when you gave me a slight shake of your head. 

Standing up to look at his project, it was just the blueprints for upgrades for Sheldon. It all looked so cool, but you didn't understand most of it, Donnie was a genius and it showed. 

"Wow! All of it is so interesting, can you explain it to me? " you loved indulging in his interests, even if you didn't understand it the way he talked about his tech was amazing. He looked happy whenever you asked him to talk about it, you wanted him to be happy, you knew his brothers didn't always listen and that was hard for him. 

You understood just how difficult it was to talk when you knew people didn't listen. Thats one thing he loved about you, you made him feel heard and he could go on for hours, you would still be sitting there with the same amazed face you had an hour ago. You were the one person to completely understand him. Donnie wrapped his arms around your torso, cold hands reaching under your shirt wandering for some warmth. Gasping at his cold hands, he looked at you to make sure it was okay. You loved that about him, no matter what he did, he asked if it was okay with you and he never had hard feelings if it wasnt. You nodded to show it was okay, he went back to explaining the gist of what he was planning on building or adding onto his blueprints.

Your deep breaths alerted him to just how close his hands were on your stomach, he was close to the edge of your pants. His hands started getting clammy, realizing he could simply push past the band of your pants down to your panties. Instead of indulgin in his perverted thoughts, he just started squeezing your stomach and moving his hands onto your hips.

He did this a lot when you guys would cuddle, you thought none the wiser of him. Coughing to bring his head back into his projects, he was back to explaining it. The thoughts were still running through his mind by the time he was done talking about his projects, swiftly standing up and pushing both chairs out of the way. 

“You drive me crazy,” his hands were still on your hips, under your shirt. “Wh-what?” he startled you, he didnt usually express what you do to him. He started massaging your hips, trying to get his thoughts in place. Sighing, he rested his forehead on yours “your voice, your body, the way you listen and love me. It drives me crazy, i never thought someone like me could pull someone like you,” he started slowly moving his hands upwards towards your chest, lifting your shirt as he went.

“Donnie, you know i love you for you, theres no changing that. I think we were made for each other and thats why you and me are together,” you kissed his nose, thats what you always did when he was talking like this. Surprising you he lifted your shirt off and kissed you, hard. 

Moaning at how hot the kiss was, donnie pulling you in closer by your belt loops. His hips being pressed against yours meant one thing, you could feel his cock. It was slowly getting hard, you realized where this was going and you were very excited for it.

You felt his hands reach under your bra to cup your chest, squeezing every now and again.

One hand stayed on your chest while the other slowly made its way to your hip, holding you close to him, slightly grinding on you. He broke the kiss, heavily breathing into your mouth.

“Can we go farther, please,” he begged you, moaning the last word of his sentence. Both hands now on your hips, basically clawing at them, showing just how needy he was.

“Mhm, i want you Donnie, i need you,” sighing at the fact he was pushing you down onto his desk, his blue prints and stuff had been cleared off. Slowly laying down on the desk, he kept kissing your neck, leaning over you. He was leaving hickies and bite marks on his way down to your pants. Looking back up to make sure it was okay, only continuing when you nodded at his question.

He swiftly pulled your pants all the way off, leaving your panties still on. Getting a little red at the pair you had chosen, white with a tiny bow. Donnie softly laughed at the sight, finding it adorable that you had such cute panties. Lifting one leg onto his shoulder, he started sucking and biting your inner thigh leaving love bites and bruises on your thighs. 

Deciding that he’d had enough of your panties blocking his view, he winked at you and ripped them off your body. Gasping at how cold the desk was against your ass, you looked back down at Donnie. He was softly caressing your thighs, the love in his eyes prevalent, the way he softly touched you and looked at your body. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” his beautiful brown eyes looking at you, daring you to say otherwise.

“Hm, i dont know donnie, maybe right now isnt the time for questions?” giggling at his habit of asking questions in the worst of times, only to moan at the fact he had pushed a finger into your wet center. “I dont know sweetheart, i think right now is the perfect time for questions,” he mumbled as he thrusted his fingers in and out, rubbing spots to see what noise youd make.

“So again, you know you’re beautiful right? Body and mind,” he kept thrusting, not going to give you a chance to really think about what to say. “Hmmm-m, donnie” moaning his name, his brutal pace not giving you a break. “Im sorry darling? That didnt seem to be answer,” he stopped his ministrations, looking at you, waiting for your answer. “nhnnmh”  trying to force out an “mhm” for his question, he went back to his brutal, unforgiving pace. “That wasnt an answer,” stuffing another finger into your soppy cunt, “you’re going to have to do better than that, sweetheart.” “I know,,hmmn- i’m beautiful” you gasped out, reeling from all the pleasure you were getting.

“Good girl, thank you for answering,” pulling out his fingers, shushing you as you whined at the loss of contact. Standing up, he pulled you closer to him so that your ass was barely on the table, he put your legs around his hips. He rubbed his cock on your folds, swiping past where you needed him most. 

Finally pushing his cock into your cunt, both of you moaning at the feeling. Your center was practically sucking his cock in, squeezing at the burn of him stretching you open. Pushing your hips back onto him, trying to get as much of him in you as possible, he held your hips to keep you still. He wasnt prepared for the way you felt, the wet and warm feeling. His brain was short circuiting at how good you felt, slowly moving to test the waters. 

You moaned at the feeling of him moving, feel his cock twitch inside of you at the noise you made. He decided to just go for it, not even slowly building up the gently pace, he thrusted hard and rough. He lost a bit of his composure, just lost in the pleasure and the noises you hadnt stopped making. Leaning over you, he bit you hard on your shoulder, suppressing the moans and grunts he was making. Making his way up your neck, giving you hard kisses anywhere he could, he finally made it to your lips.

Kissing you harder than he has, mainly to muffle out the loud moans and attempts at his name. Going harder, trying to get you to cum before he can, trying to put you first. Your moans themself could make him cum, he held out. He reached between the two of you to reach your clit, making infinity signs, making your legs shake and you to lose the rhythm you guys had between kisses. Pressing down harder and making tighter finger patterns, hearing your breath hitch and you saying you were close, he stopped. You whined at the fact he left you without cumming, to be honest you didnt know what would be worse, him edging you or over-stimulating you. You didnt have to guess which would be worse, you were about to find out as he went back to his abusive attack on your clit. He kept pressing harder, that familiar knot appearing in your stomach, you knew you were close to cumming. Hitting that one spot in your gummy cunt, making you cum hard, Donnie kept thrusting not caring about the fact you were being overstimulated. In fact, he went harder and faster to keep you shaking and overstimulated, he found it so hot at the way you were when overstimulated.

His insistance to keep thrusting and fucking you while you were overstimmed made you cry, it was too much. He found that certain spot in you and kept aiming and angeling his hips to hit that spot, making you cum twice more before he was even close. You could tell he was getting closer by him losing the rhythm, his hips stuttering everyonce in a while. You get grasping at his biceps, having nowhere else to brace yourself for his rough thrusts.

He angeled your legs to be higher up on his hips, just so he get hit your cervix over and over again. He was close, so fucking close but he didnt want to just cum and be over with it, he was getting so much pleasure and seeing you in so much pleasure only made him harder. He was finally about to cum, your legs were still locked around his hips, demanding for him to cum inside of you. 

Reacing his high and cumming in you, his hips stuttering and pushing against your hips to reach your cervix. You moaned at the fact he came inside of you, only for him to overstimm himself and try to fuck your cervix even more. Slowing down to just keep his cock in you to keep his cum from leaking out. Leaning up to rest his forehead against yours, he whispered out and ‘i love you’ giving your nose a soft kiss. 

Pulling out and silently reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of you and wipe your thighs down from where it was sticky his and your cum. Smiling gently and rubbing softly, he tossed the towel and grabbed your clothes. He made sure you knew you didnt have to do anything but just lay there and look pretty. Sliding on your panties and then your pants, he picked you up and while making sure the coast was clear, spedwalked to his room.

“Did you want to slip into something more comfortable?” laying you gently on his bed, looking at his dresser draws and then back at you. “Mhm, that would be nice Donnie,” you just looked at him lovingly, this showed just how much he cared about you. He went over and grabbed a purple hoodie and some black checkered pants, making sure you would be able to change by yourself while he went and cleaned himself off.

Coming back to you under the blankets and slowly dozing off, he slid under the covers and scooped you up into his arms. Petting your hair and giving you kisses against your head, you guys didnt need words half the time. You could communicate through touches and silent actions, this whole aftercare screamed “i love you” and you both felt it as you drifted off to sleep.