#i’m stressed

[xyrw]

Pov: you and your besties finally made it to Eden

I went there one time and never did it again. Midday Prairie be having me all the playtime🙏

Also I’m definitely going to be sad when the season ends since it means no more hopeful steward (I guess)

[hearts4court]

Praise!kink with James Potter.

A/N: I’m totally not behind on kinktober and am low key rushing to finish it before December!🙈 Also this blurb is based off a convo i had with my fav moot. i actually hate this though, especially because of how short it is.

Kinktober Masterlist!🎃🦇

Pairing: James Potter X fem!reader.

⚠️smut under the cut!!⚠️

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“Please— please baby— no more teasing.” James pleaded with you, eyes swelled up with tears.

“Aw.” you cooed, “But Jamie, teasing you is so fun.” you say with a slight grin on your face. “Tell me what you want.”

“please— baby, please— need you.”he gasped as you teased his cock with your mouth.

Sucking on his tip and listening to his moans had you practically drooling. “Such a good boy, Jamie..”you teased, causing his head to fall back and him to let out a loud moan.

“shit— i might have to win more quidditch games if this is the reward i get.” he said with a soft chuckle, which received a small smile from you.

“Fuck— so good, princess—“he whined. you cooed, looking up at him,”Don’t cry, Jamie..”you say with a soft giggle, making him let out a soft laugh, as tears ran down his face from overstimulation.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

[bpdohwhatajoy]

Being autistic and finding out you’re going to be in a situation you’ve never been in before be like: oh god oh fuck I have no idea what to expect I must learn as much as I can about what goes into the situation and the situation itself before it happens and I must gather everyone’s experiences with said situation as data so I have an idea of what to expect but oh fuck people are saying different things some people say it was okay some say it was terrible the data conflicts what the fuck do I do fuck fuck fuck panic

[nuppu-nuppu]

:)

[loreleisims]

finally had time to open my game!!! so here’s a cute lil springish look ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[tealmoth]

[cowboylikesel]

no, you don’t get it! i’m actually so scared that 7x06 is gonna be tommy’s last episode because why is lou acting like That?!

[newbie-woso]

Barça are coming to destroy Chelsea

[liontalon1]

No no no. Echo can’t be here. He was safe when he wasn’t here. Now I’m scared again.

[ahappyphjl]

fourth??? again???

[i-me-mine]

What I want to be under vs What I am under

[sarcasticsouthernbookworm]

“Writers strike is gonna delay my shows 😭😭😭”

Bitch so many of my favorite shows either just had new seasons come out or are about to have new seasons start that I am genuinely a little overwhelmed

[courtingchaos]

Wooo I’m feeling some kind of way recently. Stress will do that to you.

A/N: this is fluff but seriously, no minors. I mean it.

But like, paint this picture with me.

Older Eddie (Professor Munson in my imaging), remembering all the things that make you happy. He notices you’re upset because job stuff and you’re having a hard time being in your 30’s and he gets it. It wasn’t that long ago he was there and he’s been watching you ghost around the townhouse for a week. Hair clipped up and the same pajamas you’ve had on for at least three days. He still trips over himself to see you though, even unwashed and snapping and sad. Every day he comes home and searches for you, and every day this week he’s found you in the spare room you’ve slowly turned into your space.

He’s told you he’ll clear it out and get you real office furniture but that makes you sink deeper into your depression. You talk about not being able to pay him back and he’s never once expected that.

You don’t have to. He doesn’t want you to. Let him do something for you. He just wants you to feel better.

And maybe that starts a fight because he’s already got his career and his friends and his money and his home. You’re floating in a job you hate and looking for another one to bide your time in because you actually hate the degree you spent 7 years getting. You only did it to prove to everyone else you could and now?

Now you live off of your boyfriend in his big, expensive brownstone. He’s 12 years into his field and settled and also 25 years older than you.

So what is it? You only like charity cases or something? Gotta rescue the idiot?

He knows you’re mad. He knows you lash out like this. He knows you’ll push so that everyone else leaves and you can feel like you got left instead. So maybe he snaps back at you for a second. Reminds you if he didn’t want you living with him and dating him he could find someone more age appropriate (he says with an eye roll). When you stomp up the stairs to your room he yells up to you that if he didn’t love you and was 20 years younger he’d be throwing your shit out onto the pavement outside, damn the old money next door.

Maybe you avoid him till the weekend when he’s home the whole time. You haven’t slept in the same bed and you haven’t answered a single knock or text or FaceTime. He sends you little flower emojis and a string of stars. He finds a tiktok about the Mars rover that he knows you’ll want to see and sends you some screen shots of the new menu for the whiskey bar you two like to go to. While you were sleeping he slid into your room and left your Sunday morning fancy coffee on the nightstand and when you finally wake up and notice it, you can hear him moving around in the kitchen.

You still feel like shit but at least you know he isn’t kicking you out. You know he wouldn’t, not over a stupid fight like that but still. It’s when you’re wrapped up in your robe and heading down stairs to finally speak to him you notice the bedroom door open. The bedroom you normally sleep in, with a sticky note on it. An arrow pointing in with a smiley face and crudely drawn horns. On the bed there’s a little paper bag from the expensive soap place you rarely buy from and it seems Eddie has outdone himself again. The rose shower melts and the lemon soap and that stupid body pouf you like so much that smells like candy. If you cry about it in the shower you don’t tell him and he doesn’t bring up your puffy face when you finally pad into the kitchen.

He’s baking something, it smells sweet and you spot the split packaging of the orange cinnamon pillsbury rolls in the trash and you have to swallow the lump in your throat. He hates those so you know he ran these errands yesterday when he left for those few hours. Probably ran by the grocery store first and then into that boutique that he always complains smells too much. He pauses when he see you staring into the trash can, silent and still. Doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to try and catch your eye.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I don’t know what to do about anything and I’m panicking.

He just shrugs and smiles. He gets it. He always gets it. There’s something in him that always gets your mood swings and that deep seated anger. He’s never asked you to try and snuff that flame out, just helps you tend it.

It’s a controlled burn. You gotta let it get all the kindling out so new shit can grow.

Eddie pulls you into a hug and you lean into him. Breathe him in slow to try and get that lump to go away. You thank him for your shower and then gesture sadly behind you at the oven and thank him for the cinnamon rolls you know he hates. He laughs and it rumbles against you. He hums along to the music and you tuck your head into his neck and realize he’s got Neil Young on. There’s an old man joke on the tip of your tongue but then he starts singing along to Harvest Moon and you shut up. The tears you’ve been holding in since getting out of the shower push up and over and stain your cheeks and wet his old tshirt and he just shushes you. Sways you against him until the timer goes off and he sways you over to the stove and manages to get the round pan out without burning either of you.

Maybe it’s a rainy day and the drops patter against the windows. Eddie knows you like the rain and he dances you across the living room so he can crack the window so you can hear it coming down.

Because I’m still in love with you, I wanna see you dance again…

Sings quietly into your hair and tucks you up close and let’s you cry on his shoulder and when he feels you slowing down, taking those deep breaths to steady yourself, he pulls his phone out and replays the song so he can properly dance with you. He wants you to laugh so he holds your fingertip and first knuckle, acts like he’s playing a tiny harmonica. You giggle and he feels better, lighter. There’s color in your cheeks again and you’re looking him in the eye before you give him a kiss and drape back over him.

It’s cozy and it smells like cinnamon rolls and you’re swaying with him and you both are happy.

[fritzes]

he’s having a resurgence, jannik you need to close this out now

[flashbackonyourbehalf]

Can someone please tie me to the bed and fuckin tranq me

I desperately need a break from existing

[thedeathdeelers]

me: omg this is SO cute and SO good and PEAK ROMANCE everyone is so happy!!!

also me fully aware that we still have 7 episodes left of plot: