#just thinkin about their pjs

[basslinegrave]

bedtime cuddles

[gandreida]

I’m so excited for the cold months to start rollin’ thru

[jungle-angel]

One cold, cold night (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob share a beautiful moment when you're finally able to settle in Montana

Warnings: Light smut (18+ ONLY)

You were shivering uncontrollably when you got out of the bath, emerging into yours and Bob's shared bedroom. Your teeth were like machine gun fire, even as Bob pulled your warm flannel pjs off the heater and handed them to you.

"You get in those sweet pea," Bob told you. "I'll get the woodstove going downstairs."

"You sure?"

"Positive," Bob answered assuringly. "I'll load it up so that it'll burn all night and we can reload it in the morning."

You trembled horribly as you dropped your towel and tossed it in the laundry hamper, slipping quickly, first into a fresh set of underwear and then the pale pink and black flannel pjs. It felt like heaven, the warm material heating up your skin which caused goosebumps to rise. It felt good to turn down the thick duvet and the flannel sheets, crawling into the one spot in your house that truly felt like home.

You heard a familiar meow in the hallways as Thunder, the Siamese cat, poked his head in and jumped up onto the bed with you, purring happily as you scratched his pointed ears. Bob returned a few minutes later to crawl in beside you, turning on the tv that was mounted on the wall near the bed.

"Wanna do a Disney movie?" he asked, pulling you close to him.

"Whatcha thinkin?"

"Well," he said. "Since it's snowing and it's already November, I'm thinking, Nightmare Before Christmas?"

"Deal!"

You both settled in to watch the movie with Thunder in between you both. The dogs had been crated for the night, kept warm in their kennels as they went to sleep, leaving plenty of time for you and Bob to relax.

"You happy here in Montana (y/n)?" Bob mumbled.

"Of course I am," you answered. "Why?"

"I was just trying not to think about California on the way home from town today," Bob explained. "I know it was a big part of our lives but...."

"But what?"

"Well," Bob sighed. "I keep thinking about the rest of the guys. I worry that they're not gonna make it up here."

You shifted up and kissed your husband sweetly on the lips. "They will," you said, your voice full of promise. "You know they will."

Bob kept hoping so. He knew deep down that moving to Montana was what was best for both you and him. The rest of the squad was beginning to see it too. Hell, he had gotten a FaceTime call from Rooster the other day saying that he and Rusty wouldn't be able to afford the Navy housing and neither would Maverick and Penny who had Amelia and two more little mouths to feed in the house. No one knew what would happen to The Hard Deck either. It broke Penny's heart to even think about it, her livelihood having to be sold to Jimmy in order to make the move. Phoenix and her fiancé Cole didn't have it any easier either, the stress of his frequent missions creeping its way in, even when they weren't that long to begin with.

You moved to straddle Bob's waist so that you were laying on top of him, kissing him deeply along his jaw and down his neck. Your hands roamed up and down each other's bodies with yours slipping under the hem of his pajama shirt and undoing the buttons so that you could kiss his chest.

"Oh baby," he moaned. "You're so good to me."

You smiled into your kiss as you pulled the covers up over the both of you. "We're good to each other Bob," you cooed, kissing him again. "That's all that matters."

And he knew full well that it did and always would.

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Bakugou falling asleep with his s/o on video call!

Scenario:-what if Reader and Bakugou fell asleep on a call/video chat?

Pairing:- bakugou x gn!reader

Genre:-fluff/comfort

Type:- oneshot

A/N:-shout out to @cloudy-zephyr for bein my muse on this one too!couldnt do it without you babes😘

Okie so it started at like 8pm

He wanted to finish ‘cos he had to go to bed by 9 and well he didnt wanna stay up too late

Dont get me wrong the boi loves ya but he NEEDS his eight hours😭

So eight pm rolls around and you join ur special zoom link🥰

AND HES LATE

(like GURL WHY IS U LATEE FOR A VIDEO CALL)

but then while ur fuming cos NOW U ONLY HAVE 55MINS AND NOT 60

He comes into the chat and guess what homeboy’s wearin😭

This man is wearing a full three piece tux and is at his kitchen table(the lighting is perfect there)

And ur just like “BITCH WHERE HAVE YOU- oh wow well hello there~”

And he’s just 😏

And nowww u feel insecure and a lil embarrassed cos this bitch is in a tux and you’re in bed in your pjs with messy hair

Oh also as if on cue ur led lights just turn to red and it looks like u AND ur room are blushing

You ask him why he’s wearin a tux and he just says “gotta look presentable for my partner dont i😏”

And ur like “SIRRR you look amazing REGARDLESS”

But ofc u cant sayyy that so u just say “dam right😤”

You laugh and then move on

You talk about the most random shit and also talk abt some pieces of shit😅(i.e. people you both dont like~)

Eventually it becomes 8.55 and he seems a lil tired

So you ask him if yall should sign off

But HE say No~

You are FLABBERGASTED

but you dont complain

You go on for another 1.5 hrs and then he keeps his head on his arms and closes his eyes

He still replies durin ur convo

But hes slurring his words

And soon enough hes out like a light

And keep in mind this man is in a FULL FUCKIN TUX asleep on the kitches table~

For you🧡

So you keep ur computer on ur second pillow and cover up the laptop a little with your blanket too

And then you fall asleep while admiring ur boyfriend and his adorable features

Be starts to snore so u mute him and then before you forget you take plenty of screenshots

He wakes up the next day at 6 to find that hes still on call,hes still in his tux and-

He was starting to get annoyed with himself (he thought hed fallen asleep thinkin abt u after the call) but then he sees that ur still there and smiles

Maybe it was worth it after all~

Oh btw he DEFINITELY took screenshots of you too

Made it into a collage and gave it to u on ur birthday is what he did~😭

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone interested!

[rreskk]

Curiosity killed the pussy

Summary: Inspired by one of my first ever fanfics (and most popular), voicemail. This is a... Second? Part? Maybe? I don't really know, but it's a oneshot based on a different interpretation from the first fanfic. Instead of ignoring Trevor's calls, the reader answers (during the dead of night) and you can already tell what this means.

TW: -Smut

Word count: 1813

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

“Hello?” You had answered, eyes barely opening as you were awoken at 1am by the sound of your phone-call. It was silly really… You didn’t even bother to look at the contact ID.

“Hey, sugar,” A familiar, husky voice radiated from the speaker, “Whatcha doin’ awake at this time? Don’t you have your beauty sleep?”

It was Trevor – his smirk being heard from over the line with how smug and freakish he was – and he didn’t seem sympathetic to wake you. Not at all.

“Trev, it’s 1am…”

“I can read the time, darling.”

“What do you need?” You sat up from your bed, holding the phone close to your ear.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you a lot. I miss you.” He purred.

It should be too early to feel sudden butterflies in your tummy as he’d continue pestering your half-awake presence, yet it didn’t stop him. You could feel his eyes ogling your profile picture with a toothy, predatory grin. He was easy to predict (in that sense anyway).

“I wanted to speak to you. I couldn’t miss the opportunity.” His whispers growing more seductive and slurred. The deepness, the harshness; it enlightened your ears.

“It’s so late, Trevor.”

“But it ain’t too late to see my precious girl, hm? I’ve been craving for these calls, baby. Remind me; whatever happened to our late nights together?”

There was ignorance like he was planning on escorting this conversation into what he wants. You sensed the manipulation from the long-distant line.

“You had gotten busy in Los Santos,” You turned on the lamp on the night-stand, “It’s only been two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

“I believe so.”

“Jesus… C’mon, [y/n], that’s been too long, right? I don’t wanna lose our streak.” He softly whined.

“From what I remember, you failed to return my calls. Sooo… You may be talking to yourself.”

“Don’t be bitter with me.”

“I’m not being bitter, I’m just being honest.”

“Your honesty is turning me on. Real bad.”

“Everything turns you o – “

“Incorrect, [y/n]. Everything you do, that turns me on.” He’d snicker.

You rolled your eyes but he seemed to have felt your spitefulness from the phone. There was a heavy rustle from his line. He was clearly shuffling around. There was no wind turbulence nor background voices. It was just him and echoes of what seems to be bedsheets.

“What are you doing?” You asked, hiding back a grin.

The distant sound of his giggles was audible and soon, he returned to his phone.

“What? Missing me already?”

“Noooo,” Maybe you sounded too defensive there, “I was just wondering. There was lots of rustling. Sounded like you were crawling through some bubble wrap.”

“I was gettin’ comfy, princess. Why? Can’t a guy use his own bed?” Trevor playfully huffed.

“Alright, alright. I was just curious, that’s all.”

“Curiosity kills the cat.”

“Does it now?” You smiled.

“Mhm…”

“Is it not mischievous of me to be curious about the background noises?”

“Oh, it’s very mischievous… And deviant. You wanna know what I’m doin’. ‘Cause I know you got a damn good idea…”

“Why might I get in trouble for wanting to know?”

He chuckled lowly, “Immoral, my girl. It’s partially unacceptable to drive a man’s arousal when you aren’t around. It’s painful…”

“Poor baby…”

“What are you wearing, [y/n]?”

You bite your lip and glance down at your loose PJs that were creased and barely stable over your frame. Without knowing of the future circumstances, you went to be bed with no intensions of covering up properly.

“Mm… Just a T-shirt…”

“No bra?”

“No bra.” You confirmed.

Trevor exhaled sharply, the shakiness being heard through the phone-call. What came next was a cruel growl as he seemed to be holding back an itchy urge to moan.

“Fuck… No panties, babe?”

“M’no. Just a T-shirt.”

“Send picture.” He almost urgently demanded.

You subtly murmured in response, “I’ll call back.”

After he hung up, you lifted up your shirt to expose your free breasts and took a Birdseye picture. It was dark, but your lamp helped light up the curves and shades of your figure. Especially your tits.

You took a few seconds to admire the beauty of your picture. You weren’t exactly confident before you met him, but ever since your life had (unwillingly) tangled with his, he had left you completely sure of your own body. Trevor gave you the body worship to leave you happy and proud of your own skin. He loves every inch of you… So you know he’ll drool over this picture, even if it’s low-quality and dark.

You sent an attachment picture of your nudes and saw the status turn from “delivered” to “read.” There was a few seconds to spare. Them seconds took minutes, hours, years, a lifetime. You’d chew on your lip and dreamily caress your breast with one hand. You pretended your hand was his big, scrawny ones – pretending he was there with you – yet the thought was rudely disturbed once that same caller ID phoned you, again.

“…” There was heavy breathing.

“Trevor?” Your voice broke with anticipation and desire.

“I need you.” He finally growled. There was a creepy musk to his pronunciation. He was in heat, the ugly mess inside him causing such a low, stiff pitch to his voice.

And it made you instantly wet; your core shrieking.

“Mmm, yeah…”

“Keep whimpering like that,” Trevor breathed, “I need you on me. I want you, now. Now, now.”

“God…”

“You touching yourself, babe?”

You struggled to hold the phone since your hand, that was preoccupied with your breast, had unconsciously migrated to your pussy. A finger rotated and bashfully slandered your core opening. There was a loose grip, your body growing this natural instinct that he was there to fuck you (thanks to the many times he was there to heal your internal loneliness), so your pussy was free, open; missing some extra contact.

“Yes, yes.” You’d timidly whimper.

“Wanting me there with you?”

“Yes…”

“Me too, [y/n], me too.” Trevor ached. His phone shuffled again and the product of this distraction grabbed your undeniable focus.

A coy, savage noise of his brutish hand was mangling the length of his penis, his skin burning due to the raw contact. It was a naked sound. Your line picked it up easily and your dirty mind had resorted to a fantasy.

“Fuck – “ You grunted and began to finger yourself harder. The thought of sucking him senselessly, the need of his flaming cock. You missed having that intense physical contact with him. You’d be damned if he’d spend more time down Los Santos. Without his touch, you had no business around Sandy Shores.

You’d just wait;

Masturbate alone,

Moan his name,

Call him,

Sext him,

Sleep alone,

Masturbate alone,

REPEAT.

 “Oh, yes, yes!” Trevor outrageously cried, “Mmm, I can see you riding my dick hard, baby. Fuck… God, I miss you. I fuckin’ miss you… GOD!”

You had inserted two fingers now. They were replacing the yearning for his touch, and although it wasn’t enough, it was doing the job. You leaned your head back against the pillow and quietly moaned unattainable slurs of his name, the syllables falling pathetically from your tongue.

“[y/n], [y/n]! Oh, fuck, I love you!”

The mutual pining and alluring hunger between your pleasant whines, sheepish moans. Trevor continued to mount his dick as his ears were out hunting for your supressed groans. He tried to encourage you, but whenever he attempted to verbally execute his plans, they’d fall into piles of broken cries and ridiculous moans. He was loud after all. There was no denying the fact. His big mouth would grow even more whenever he’s around you, or your voice.  

“I want your cock, Trevor,” You were breathless and winded, “I need you so bad, baby… Oh God, I’m gonna – “

“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. You better show me a fuckin’ picture after… FUCK!”

“Pleeeeaseee!”

Trevor snarled and pushed the phone closer to his beaten cock, his hand jerking the last of his orgasm as he couldn’t help but squirm.

“Shit, I LOVE YOU!” He whimpered, his cock ejaculating the warm semen. He wished you were there to watch. He stared down at his orgasm with a glare before returning his attention to his phone. You were still moaning his name.

“Trevor, fuck, fuck!”

“Gimme that pussy, babe…”

“I’m gonna – GOD! I NEED YOU SO BAD!” You wailed.

“I can hear your cunt from here… Mmm, you fuckin’ slut. Faster, c’mon, do it for me.” Trevor sadistically giggled and continued to listen to the overwhelming stimulation behind your noises.

“I- I, Oh… Oh, God, Oh SHIT!”

 It felt like you were being torn apart. Your fingers were numb, the oozing white cum burning your flesh alive. The relief your stomach felt, the sweat coldly seeping from your pores at the temperature changes. You made a small shriek and grew silent. The phone felt from your vacant hand as it fell upon the mattress nearby.

He giggled from the speaker beside you – “Such a desperate whore… God, I miss you… C’mon, give me a picture, yeah?”

You nodded, even if he couldn’t see, and hung up to proceed with the picture. Your camera was exposed to your cum-wracked pussy, the surface red-hot and cum drooling from your pubes and entrance. It was a perfect mess. You’ve captured the perfect shot and immediately sent it to him.

As for before, it went from “delivered” to “seen” in seconds.

The three dots that would signal his response would start and pause, an irregular pattern that lasted for a few minutes. He was definitely losing it from his side of the screen. You could just tell.  

However, you received a picture back instead.

It took a few readjusted moments for the pixels to clear, and once it did, you quickly stopped your jaw from dropping. Trevor had sent a nude back. His cock, red and bruised, limby sat in his sticky hand. There was a pool of semen upon his small stomach pouch and his thighs, hairy and thick, had small scatters as well.

The caption from the picture included the phrase; ‘Came hard 4 u again… Ur pic hot ASF!’

You giggled and responded with a simple text.

‘I miss you’

He was quick to respond – ‘Miss me sm that u cum hardr when we togetha again’

Like a school girl, you smiled giddily at his message until another text came through.

‘Now get ur beauty sleep. Gonna call u in mrning. Luv u!’

His contact status soon turned offline and you threw your phone aside, unable to contain your enjoyment. Although you were still sticky and wet, the orgasm had knocked you completely. You advanced into your unconscious sleep momentarily.

The excitement of what tomorrow brings had made you dream good, and great.

[munsuneddie]

thinkin about going to a pumpkin patch with eddie.

he picks you up one day unannounced, insistently ringing your doorbell until you finally swing it open. it’s 9 in the morning, who the hell was ringing your bell like a psychopath?

“eddie?” figures. “what are you doing here so early?”

he stands in your doorway with a grin so wide, you actually fear for his well-being.

“pumpkin patch!” he holds his arms out as if to behold! something, but it’s just his shitty old van. “i’m taking you to a pumpkin patch, baby! hurry - get dressed, it’s an hour away and we have to get the best pumpkins.”

“an hour?” you raise your eyebrows at him and fold your arms across your chest, awfully aware that you were in your pj’s still. “where the hell is this pumpkin patch?”

eddie shushes you by urging you up your stairs to change, and well, if he wasn’t just so damn cute in his flannel and familiar ripped jeans. so you change, going for the same kind of vibe your boyfriend had gone for - one that’s perfect for pumpkin picking. (try saying that 10 times fast).

and that’s how you find yourself an hour out of town in 40° weather at 10 am, searching a vast farm for eddie’s perfect pumpkin. he spends an hour listlessly walking around until he finally spots the biggest, roundest pumpkin at the patch.

“she’s the one, sweetheart,” he whispers, bending down to gently pat the pumpkin he’d later carve into.

“she? really, eddie?” you roll your eyes but kneel down to his level to admire it alongside him.

it really is the perfect pumpkin.

“c’mon, help me get her to the van.”

you’re hardly any help carrying the monstrous gourd across the patch to his van, but eddie doesn’t seem to mind. once the pumpkin is secure in his backseat - only after making a stupid joke about how she should get shotgun - eddie helps you pick out your’s. it’s an easy decision: you pick the one closest to you as well as one that seemed easiest to carry alone.

when the two of you finally get back to your house, it had started raining on the drive into town. you make haste bringing the pumpkins inside, eddie toweling off droplets from the fruits while you spread newspapers on your dining table.

“i’m gonna make the best fuckin jack-o-lantern in hawkins with this sucker,” he laughs and pats the pumpkin. “only question is: what will it be?”

when the two of you finally finish your masterpieces - your’s only taking about twenty minutes and his nearly an hour - you’re surprised to see what eddie’s done with his. you’d fully expected to see a terrifying face or maybe a horribly carved member from one his favorite bands. or even his guitar.

but instead, eddie had carved his name and yours followed by an equal sign and the word forever. the carving isn’t perfect - the lines are jagged and rough, and seeds and leftover guts spill from the letters. though, those details are hardly ones that you notice right away.

“eddie,” you coo, rushing over to wrap your arms around his torso. “that is so fucking corny, but so cute. i love it.”

eddie wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer into his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. the sound of thunder rolling above your house goes unnoticed.

“best jack-o-lantern in hawkins?” he mumbles into your hair and you giggle, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“yeah, baby. best jack-o-lantern in hawkins,” you assure him and press a kiss to his ribcage through the flannel. “maybe even best in the country.”

eddie scoffs and pulls you back so he can look at you. “country? sweetheart, you hurt me.” he places a hand on his chest as a way of showing you his broken heart.

“the world, eddie munson,” you whisper, meeting his big brown eyes. “it’s the best in the world, just like you.”

he grins down at you and leans in to press his lips into yours, kissing you deeply before swiftly pulling away.

“now who’s being corny?” he accuses, quickly taking it back when you swat at his chest. “kidding! can i see yours?”

eddie releases you from the embrace and bites back a laugh when you turn your pumpkin around to show him your artwork. you’d done a terrible job at trying to make the pumpkin cooperate with your vision - and all that was left was a stick figure of eddie.

“who - who is that, baby?” he manages to stave off his laughter. that is, until you answer.

“you, eddie! see the hair and guitar?” you ask him, pointing at the horribly carved pieces, knowing it’s a monstrosity.

“that’s a guitar?” he’s full on laughing at your pumpkin now, and you can’t help but to join him.

you end the night by putting lit tea lights in each pumpkin and setting them on your front porch, cozying up underneath a blanket on the couch and watching one of eddie’s favorite horror movies. the sound of rain echoes throughout the living room and above the quiet tv when eddie’s laughing at the thought of your jack-o-lantern again.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

23rd Day of Christmas

An Impromptu Mishap

Summary/Prompt: Part 3 to A Sweet Mishap.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve to those who -like me- are in countries where you’re celebrating today! This part’s not overly Christmassy, but I just wanted to write another part in this world. Will hopefully continue and expand on this series more in the new year. 

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

You and Jensen continue texting whenever you can around your busy schedules. You consider more than a few times over the weekend to throw caution to the wind and meet up with him in his hotel room or invite him to your apartment. But in the end, you stay strong, stick to your convictions, and text instead. You haven’t yet gotten the courage to call, but even if you had, he’s been pretty busy and the texts have been sporadic with replies coming in hours apart. He did say he had to work, so you figure he’s busy with auditions or meetings. 

One thing you did do is Google his name to find out what he’s starred in. His biggest project appears to be a horror show called “Supernatural”. You consider watching it just to see, but you don’t want to get a false idea of who he is, so you decide to stay blissfully ignorant and try to get to know him for who he is as a person instead. 

It’s almost dark when you finally strip off your apron and hang it on the hook in the staff room. You collect your phone and jacket from your locker and return to the dining area to leave. You check your notifications as you walk, not paying any attention to your surroundings as you’re a little disappointed at the lack of messages from Jensen. As you walk you run into something solid–or perhaps I should say, someone. 

You look up to apologise but you lose all words when you see who it is. You just smile in shock. Even with his cap and dark sunglasses, you committed his frame to memory.

“You really gotta stop running into me like this,” the man says with a laugh.

“Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

“As I recall that didn’t end well. Regardless, I can’t stay long, I do have a flight to catch. I just really wanted to see you again before I left.”

“You sure you can’t stay?”

“I’m sure. Someday. Let’s just promise to stay in touch.”

“I promise. At least just let me make you something for the road.”

“You look like you’ve already finished for the day. Go rest. You look exhausted. We’ll talk later.”

“Alright. Have a safe flight.”

He hugs you briefly and then disappears out onto the street and into a dark car. You smile at the whirlwind visit and then go back to your apartment. You throw a microwave dinner in to cook while you shower and change into your PJs. You’re not sure how long his flight will be but by the time you’re sitting on the couch with your dinner in your lap over an hour has passed since you saw him leave. Not knowing when he’ll see the message, you send a text anyway.

It was great to run into you again *literally*... I am sorry about that, I need to watch where I’m going Have a nice flight home or wherever you’re goingText me when you get there 

Not expecting a response until later, you put your phone to sleep and flick through the TV channels. To your surprise, Supernatural is airing. You have no idea what episode or season it is, or what they’re up to, but when Jensen’s face appears on the screen you’re unable to bring yourself to change the channel. Despite your desire to stay ignorant, you just can’t look away. You’re slightly unsettled when his character, who you’ve gathered is called Dean, slices off someone or something’s head. But even he makes that attractive. Every expression on his face has you even more engrossed. He tells the story so well even though you don’t really know what the full story is. His taller brother in the show is also incredibly attractive. The longer you watch, the more you find yourself not caring about the plot and just enjoying the eye candy instead. Part of you feels a little guilty for looking and thinking about Jensen like that when he seems like such a nice, genuine guy in real life. And he genuinely seems interested in pursuing a friendship — or hopefully more — with you in the future. 

Once the episode ends you force yourself to switch off the TV, clean up and go to bed; you have an early shift tomorrow. As you lay in bed, the images of Dean – or Jensen – flow through your head. Unable to sleep you decide to text him again.

I guess you’re still on your flight

Just wanted to let you know I saw you on TV tonight

Your show Supernatural was on when I was flicking through the channels

Can’t say as I picked up on a lot of the plot but I can see why the paparazzi follow you

Anyway, I’ll stop bombarding you now

Good night

You force yourself to switch your phone onto sleep mode and plug it in to charge. You lay in bed and let yourself relive your impromptu meeting until you finally fall asleep.

[kenniilovesthethicc]

I made this fic when I was upset and in need of some comfort vore shenanigans so without further ado

Mental Health Break - a Cater x Reader Ventfic

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The internet was a mistake.

You were just. Tired. Of everything you've seen the past few days. You needed to put down the phone for a while and just relax somewhere calming. Across the lounge you spot Cater and decide it's his turn to be pestered; you doubt anybody else here would really be able to sympathize...

"Hey, Cater.." you begin with a drained tone.

"Hey babe, what's got you all mopey?" Taking a breath, you explain "My Magicam timeline has been depressing me and I need to do something to distract me from doomscrolling - any ideas?" He gave an understanding look, his brain trying to think of a way to aid you. "I don't think I'm the best person when it comes to logging off lol, but I feel you about the need for some mind cleansing. Lemme research."

The ginger haired junior scoured the web for mental health care and came upon an advertisement. "Would ya look at that! Sensory deprivation tanks; if only it weren't school season. ( -_- )" You hadn't thought about going to a specialty spa like that. It would feel very relaxing, you pondered.

BZZ BZZ

Ah, Cater was getting a call from Lilia that they need to go to Potions class QUICKLY! "Crap! Gotta go, I'll make sure to keep your request in mind!" With that, you parted ways as you now had to help Grim with History class, great.

..

Class has ended and you're still in the pits. Collapsing onto the sofa you stare blankly into the ceiling. Moments later, you feel a presence looming over you with a hint of mischief. "Pookiebear, look what I made in potions~" Oh no not Pookiebear! Giggling a small bit, you glance and see a familiar liquid bottle. "Wait, I recognize that from somewhere," you remark as the boy offered the potion. "It's pretty famous, maybe infamous, in the Queendom of Roses so I've heard. It's just a shrinking potion, but it has no time limit unlike the one from Beanfest."

Whatever Cater had planned for a tiny you was beyond any imagination, but you were too blahh to care. Gulping it down, you begin to minimize and your friend carefully scoops you up. "Sooo about those sensory tanks, I was thinkin... I know you sometimes lay your head on my tummy to fall asleep, so what if... I vored you :]" he smiled cutely with his snagglefang showing. Cater could read you like a book sometimes, and he knew you got asmr from listening to his stomach and chest when tired, so it was no surprise he found out you had an interest in something like this. Very flustered, you nodded in consent to be swallowed.

With Cater casting a barrier spell on his stomach's internals, he then opened his mouth and allowed you to climb inside. "Mmm.. not a bad flavor~" he mused as he swished you around his maw for a few moments. Making sure he avoided hitting you against a tooth, he savored the light spiciness of your skin from when you accidentally got pepper on yourself during lunch. Once done, he tilted his head back and thus started your slide down to tummytown. His throat muscles acted like a strange massage mechanism as you were pushed downward, and soon enough you landed inside the squishy organ.

It was warm and cozy, the walls pulsing as your host breathed steadily in a consistent rhythm of sorts. Cater rubbed his belly from under his button-up to make sure he could feel you, smirking when you pushed a hand against his own. "There you go, bud! How is it inside?" Stretching out and sighing, you reviewed his stomach's interior; "I can't see much, but from what I can feel and hear it reminds me of an alien movie but not scary. 5/5 stars from me!" Proud now that he got a good rating, the Heartslyabul student stretched and yawned before making his way to his bedroom. "You're pretty filling for some weird reason, making me sleepy lol." Taking off his daytime attire he slips on some pj shorts and shifts into bed, a hand to his belly once more. Putting on a playlist off a music app, he sat his phone next to his abdomen and got ready for a nap. "Have a good sleep," he says before closing his eyes while you hummed in bliss and began to join him in slumber. Cuddles like this were the best cure for the social media Blues ♡

[cottoncandy-cult]

Zack Foster X Daughter! Reader

So this one ties into my Zack Foster Scenarios book over on wattpad, if you're interested my name over there is the same as it is here and on my Ao3

(Y/n) sat quietly on her daddy's back, the tall male carrying her through the forest. His wife was a government mercenary, something he became as well after killing Rachel. It was because of his wife that he was able to, he had originally met the girl years before Rachel. Before he was taken to that place. She approached him with the offer to join the group, a couple of serial killers already being a part of them. He denied a bit coldly, it wasn't until everything that happened with Rachel that he was able to swallow his pride even a little. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how much of a pain she was to find again but he was glad he did. This woman really brought him down to earth, her feisty nature sometimes scared even him a little. She knew it to, but she never bragged. "What's so funny daddy?" The young girl looked at him over his shoulder, she looked so much like her mother with her (H/l) (H/c) hair. Though slightly darker (H/c) than her mother's, he knew she'd probably look just like her in the end. She had heterochromia like her father, her right eye was like her mother's, but her left eye was black like one of her father's. She was the sweetest child, completely innocent. Sometimes he wondered if it was his golden eye that made him evil, but he always followed it up with a thought of 'that sounds fucking dumb.' And cracking open a beer. "Nothin squirt, just thinkin of your mom." His deep raspy voice made her grin, but before she could respond they came in view of the cabin.

(M/n) sat on the front steps, it was a warm summer night so she was in her pj shorts and an oversized shirt. Zack sat his little girl down and watched as she ran up to her mom, he was glad to see she came back from her job in one piece. The little girl launched herself into her mom's arms, the woman chuckling softly before pulling her up onto her lap. "Hey there sweety, how was your walk with daddy?” She looked up at Zack, the male always liked taking their little girl for walks around the forest when she went on a job. It helped to keep the girl distracted and keep her from getting cabin fever. She'd often take her daughter into town to the park or out to eat when Zack was doing a job, given their combined work money wasn't an issue. "Yeah, hey mommy can we have (F/f)?" The little girl gazed up at the woman's face, her mother nodding. "Sure sweety, why don't you go get cleaned up and take a break for a minute and I'll get it started."

With that the girl gave a squeal of excitement, one that had Zack covering his ears, then she ran off. The male approached the woman, leaning down to her height with a smirk. Though that was wiped off his face when she yanked him down and kissed him, though she pulled back before he could respond and he gave her a shocked look that made her smirk. "Go inside and get comfortable fucker, we got a week off and my dad will be coming to get (Y/n) tomorrow because she's been wanting to spend some time with him." She winked at the male, easily able to tell by how he tensed that he was blushing.

Once Zack had gotten changed into some sweatpants and a tanktop he got comfortable on the couch, the tv was on but it was more or less just background noise. He could hear his wife cooking, he simply watched as his little girl colored in one of her books. He never said it out loud, though his wife already could tell, his daughter amazed him. She was so sweet and innocent, completely oblivious to how wicked this world could be. Deep down he knew she'd learn the truth one day, but he wanted to protect her for as long as he could. One day she may learn about how wicked the world was, but he'd never let her experience it. He'd die before he let his angel be hurt. "Daddy?" Zack had jumped slightly at his daughter's voice, she smiled up at him from where she colored in her book.

"Yeah, what is it?" The little girl giggled at his low voice, making him quirk an eyebrow. "Can we camp out in the living room tonight?" That made him chuckle, every now and then they'd basically build a nest of covers on the living room floor. They spend the night playing games, watching movies and shows. Then they'd crash in a heap in their little nest, the hopeful look in her eyes made him nod. "Sure kid, but we can't stay up to late. Remember you're spending the day with your Gramps tomorrow." Right before their daughter responded his wife came in, handing them both plates. "Camping out? Sounds great to me." That made the little girl light up, quickly and happily eating her favorite meal. (M/n) went to get her own plate, leaving the two alone.

"So what do you want to watch tonight kid?" He relaxed as his daughter snuggled up to his side, staring at the tv as he flipped through various movies and shows on a streaming network. "Uh... Are there any new movies?" That made her dad chuckle, the girl always needed to look at all the movies and shows before she made a choice. So he flipped through the new additions, his daughter eating beside him. Soon his wife joined them on the couch and began eating, everyone joking and talking as they tried to pick a movie. By the time they did the trio had finished their food, so they ditched their plates on the coffee table to relax and watch the movie they settled on.

Halfway through the movie Zack had been dozing off until he heard the soft giggles of his little girl, he looked to her with a quirked eyebrow as she held a finger to her lips and pointed to her mom. (Y/n) had been on Zack's left and her mother was on his right, when Zack looked to his wife, he found her out cold. "Why don't you go get the covers and shit and we can get ready for bed, you have to get up early anyways." (Y/n) was quick to comply and as she gathered all the pillows and covers while Zack had moved to lie his wife down, the woman sleeping like a rock even though Zack nearly dropped her off the side of the couch. He had to try and not laugh out loud when he heard the quiet cackles of his daughter, from there he went to put the dirty dishes in the kitchen.

When he came back he moved to help his daughter set up their little nest, whispering over to her. "So squirt, what are you and Gramps supposed to do tomorrow?" He almost flinched at the new energy that seemed to radiate from the girl when he asked, he was almost worried that she wouldn't be able to sleep as she got so excited. "We are gonna go out for lunch, then to the zoo. Then we are gonna go to the park, and then a movie and dinner." She was out of breath from the excited ramble, making him chuckle and pat her head. "Sounds like fun, you better make sure to take pictures for your mom." With that said they had finished setting up everything, as (Y/n) went to get changed into her PJs Zack tucked his wife in under her cover. As he got comfortable his little girl came rushing in, turning out all of the lights as she moved before diving under the cover. "Careful kiddo, if you get hurt it might make things harder tomorrow." The little girl nodded, snuggling with her favorite stuffed animal as she scooted closer to her father and making him chuckle. He lied on his back, pressing play on the movie as his little girl laid her head on his chest.

When the movie finished, he glanced down to see a sleeping (Y/n), he adjusted the cover slightly and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well kid..." These were his soft muffled words as he turned off the TV and fell asleep.

[missanthr0pist]

Enjoy the little things.

I feel so down recently and i‘m really struggling with my mental health for the first time in my life. this world really drives me crazy right now!

And what comforts me the most at the moment is Tolkiens work and the Peter Jackson movies. After all these years it feels like coming home when i watch them and it brings me so much joy. and i‘m just glad that i never deleted my tumblr, so i can come back now and indulge in all these familiar feels. <3

I will never not love these books/movies!!! It‘s storytelling at it‘s best! i can‘t get over how perfect it is and how PJ turned it into these perfect films!

i‘m just SO grateful that i get to experience it and that we had Ring Con and Hobbit Con (now Magic Con) here in Germany and i had the chance to already meet half of the cast. and now they announced Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan for this years Magic Con and i‘m thinkin fuck it, i‘m going and it feels so good!

i‘m also thinking about getting a tattoo of Galadriels phial/light of Eärendil, so it may be a light for me in dark places, when all other lights go out. i like this idea so much…

(pic from IG: @thelittlewilderness)

[mowme0w]

Songs that inspired me these days

Have you heard about Andy Mineo? How about PJ Morton? They're the most awesome singer, rappers, and songwriters ever! What I like about them is that they don't write something they don't experience. Not that cheesy, love, sweety, honey, bunny stuff. It's like, real stuff. I like it. Inspired me and it relates to me so much as I walk into the year of my early 30s!! Gosh, life is so fast..

Here are some of my favs!

Andy Mineo - None Of My Business (Lyrics)

Yeah, if you don't like me, that's your problem When I let it bother me, that's my problem And I've got enough problems, I got enough I got the sauce, you got the salt What I care what you think about me 'Cause I don't think about you at all Real ones, they don't talk about you, they talk to you When they can't miss, yeah that's when they take a shot at you When they throw stones, then you know they don't rock with you Don't you ever let 'em know they talk down to you I'm 'bout my business (my) Father, my family, my hitters (you've) Never paid my bills, so Why pay attention?

That's none of my business (what they think 'bout me) That's none of my business (what they sayin' 'bout) That's none of my (that's none of my business) That's none of my (that's none of my business) That's none of my We don't really care what you talkin' 'bout That's none of my business (what they sayin' 'bout me, yeah) That's none of my business (what they think 'bout me, yeah) That's none of my (that's none of my business) That's none of my (that's none of my business) That's none of my We don't really care what you talkin' 'bout That's none of my business Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah Yeah, if you don't like me, that's your problem (hey) When I let it bother me, that's my problem (aye) And I've got enough problems, look, I got enough Why everybody wanna take one up? You ain't prayed for me, you ain't take one up When they don't know the story they just make one up, aye Gossip, stop it, why you want to talk to me about it? Go tell he or she about it, that's none of my business, leave me out it 'stead of subtweetin' about it, don't FB just be about it You acting like a F Boyardee, if it weren't for God, I'd destroy your teeth I got anger issues Watch for the people that's hanging with you Bad company be corrupting the good character You supposed to own a company Instead you just sitting on your derriere in a pair of your boxers playing Warfare on your XBOX You work at a pet shop, still couldn't feed your terrier And on top, what's scarier is how you've been engaged for ten years and still haven't married her (err) My bad, I got sidetracked, look at me getting hypocrite, huh How I criticize then when I got my own van we'll be fixing? That's none of my business (what they think 'bout me) That's none of my business (what they say 'bout) That's none of my (that's not of my business) That's none of my (that's not of my business) That's none of my We don't really care what you talkin' 'bout That's none of my business (what they say 'bout me, yeah) That's none of my business (what they think 'bout me, yeah) That's none of my (that's none of my business) That's none of my (that's not of my business) That's none of my We don't really care what you talkin' 'bout That's none of my That's none of my That's none of my That's none of my That's none of my That's none of my

PJ Morton

PJ Morton - Kid Again (Lyrics)

So, Three, what you wanna be when you grow up? Uh, I don't know but I'm thinkin' 'bout a basketball player Or, um, a singer, I don't know yet Okay, basketball or singer What 'bout you, Pay-Pay? What you wanna be? A piano player A piano player? What, are you gonna be like a big-a big star? Yeah Yeah Like his-like you Like me? Yeah

I'm goin' back to all those dreams I once had Before I let all these things in my head My eight-year-old self would be so disappointed 'Cause I'm startin' to doubt everything we say, mmm

But sometimes life gets hard and you just don't know You could still do all those things you dreamed of before You don't need to grow up, that's the beginning of the end You just need to believe like a kid again Like a kid again, kid again You just need to believe like a kid again

Sometimes I just wish I didn't know what I know, mmm I used to believe in the impossible But at some point, I started to trust in only what I see When, honestly, my faith is really over me, ooh

But sometimes life gets hard and you just don't know You could still do all those things you dreamed before You don't need to grow up, that's the beginning of the end You just need to believe like a kid again Like a kid again, kid again You just need to believe like a kid again Like a kid again, kid again You just need to believe like a kid again

[ducknotinarow]

"Wait!! Your name is Valentina!" Brooklyn exclaims, shocked and mock-offended, "And you just didn't tell me until now?! What other secrets have you kept from me! Are you even my sister?!"

| muse interaction

Nina didn’t stay on the campus herself in all fairness the Avengers tower wasn’t too different from a whole dorm set up anyway. Expect her roommates were billionaires and Hulks over peers in other majors. That didn't mean Nina didn't still hang around her school's campus about as often as those that lived there. You could only take so much family at times and well she had to admit it was fun and a nice change of pace to break away from the Avengers from time to time as well. Though today was special though she had a guest with her to spend time with her. Her baby sister Brooklyn! Okay yeah, Brook just wanted to see the campus they didn't know a thing about schools so learning that colleges could be lived at had libraries, places to eat and do laundry, and such good learning seemed to interest them. Look Nina was going to fully knock her sister for not knowing this stuff cause she had a reason for not knowing all this stuff. She was going to razz them over thinking it was cool and exciting though like the giant nerd her baby sister was. But first, she had to show the campus off and in turn, show off her baby sister.

"This is my baby sister!" She went on to hug her sister from behind as she went about another introduction. Holding Brooklyn's arm to hold it out "Don't be shy Brooks say hello." as if Nina hanging over them wasn't why Brook couldn't in fact interact with one of Nina's classmates. Puppet her sister as they shook hands set her chin on Brook's head as she went to speak. "yeah, I'm towing her around todo she was curious so I'm giving her the grand tour of the joint. And getting to introduce her to everyone since I mention her all the time." Nina went on to explain ever the doting older sibling. Now if only Brook got that more nice side seeing as Nina mostly lived to prank and mess with her given every chance.

They soon said buy as Nina looked down to Brook "Let's see that was the scene building it's where most my day is spent. There are other buildings for classes but I don't know them much. Oh, I can take you to the gallery thinkin' about it. I think they got the mural up now to see?" She went on to speak not giving her sister much a chance to offer her two cents. Before Nina let go and moved out front to lead the way again "Or we can hit the dining hall they got tons of food in there. Like granted food at home is good but oh the food here is the shit!" She exclaimed "I won't even mind if you do weird stuff like make up your weird pmilk. Know what yeah! let's go eat 'cause I'm straving now."

Nina decided hey Brook might like the more buffet style of the area meant they could mix things up however they wanted. In one sitting, Nina sees guys pile up plates with pasta, burgers, and such. Nina was also sure Brook would find a way todo worse and put them to shame. And part of her was curious about that. As she took the lead to get them out of the current hallway they were in. Heading towards the side door it would take them to the dining hall fastest. But she paused a moment when something in one of the display cases they were passing stood by. Humming a bit in thought as she turned to look, seeing a photo of her class, It was from some Stark event they held at the school. A program to help encourage young kids into pressuring the science fields when they went to college. That wasn't why Nina stopped to look at it though. She quirked her red and black-painted lips a moment. Hands set to her hips as she went to speak "aw come on why they used this photo. I showed up in my pj's my hairs a mess even." She pointed it out to Brooklyn so her sister could see the crime committed against her. Nina set her hand to her own face. "I didn'it know Tony was gonna be there, but of course soon as they got wind of it out came the press and all the cameras. Man, how many photos are there of me looking like that?" She went on to complain but it seemed something else about the photo got Brooklyn's attention. It listed off the members of the class, so to honor them for giving back in a sense.

Nina looking to her sister who seemed confused by something, lifting a brow as she looked back to the display case there were a few projects in there as well from stuff shown off that day. But they seemed focused on the photo Nina brought up. "Look I know I ain't look best in there but I promise it ain't that bad jeez" was her take away till Brook seemed to piece her answer together at last. "Wait!! Your name is Valentina!"

Nina just stood there confused looking between the case and her sister. "Uh yeah I just don't go by my full name. I don't think i ever have just always gone by Nina." Nina went to try and explain.

"And you just didn't tell me until now?! What other secrets have you kept from me! Are you even my sister?!"

Nina rolled her eyes she had no idea why this was such a shock to Brooklyn "Technically spekin' I still ain't told ya that. You just happened to find out right now and are making a big deal outta it." Nina went to explain "I don't get why it's no different than you mainly going by Brook when your name is Brooklyn." Nina was more than happy to point out "Side's only pops calls me Valentina...when I'm in serious hot water but the point still stands." She went on to explain, but Brook stood there acting as if her whole world had just fallen around them and changed everything now. Nina sighed and gave another roll of her eyes before she reached over and lightly flicked her fingers against Brooklyn's forehead. Hye she was nice enough not to do with her metal hand at least but someone's hand to tap a bit of sense into her blonde sister's skull, emphasis on the blonde here. "Don't be an idiot." was all she said before turning to continue back on leaving the building now. "My name was always Valentina. Just took the end of it and ditched the 't' to get Nina for the nickname." Nina went to explain hands held up into the air as she shruged her shoulders. Down playing mostly to just get at Brooklyn since it was a big deal to her. Oh but that's when a smirk tugged onto the corners of her mouth as she looked over her shoulder at them now. "You clearly suck at your job if you only now found that out." She taunted with at thier expense "I mean you seeing all kinds of files and more hell even the mueamsue exhibit we went o yet only know you found out? eh I dunno all those running drills you didn't seem to help" she pointed to her own head to suggest her meaning just now without saying it she was just looking to razz them after all. "All those books and yet you are this dumb? man, maybe we should do the library next just sit you in the center maybe something will absorb into that empty space between ya ears." She laughed a bit at the last remark now. Hey if Brooklyn was going to be this dramatic Nina was going to pick on her for it.

[ezyxlaxar935]

Jeff x Reader

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You and Jeff had been dating in secret for five months after a year long friendship it just felt right to you both. And soon you had told the others.

You were playing video games with Ben for a while becuase Jeff went off Killing with EJ... Ben liked you enough not to cheat all the time but sometimes he would and it pissed you off to where when he does cheat you hit him in the head with your controler.

Jeff often played with you guys when not killing but was much worse acting when Ben cheated resulting in Jeff chasing and takling Ben making Slender mad and split up the fights.

But todays game time was more peaceful not to say your glad Jeff isnt around you just didnt like that he always got so worked up and payed less attention to you when he'd leave your side to kick Ben's ass.

"Hey why so down (Y/N)?"

Ben says slightly startling you out of your thoughts.

"Just thinkin about Jeff thats all I wonder when he'll be back."

"Oh well idk lets keep playing it'll pass the time quicker."

'Yeah ill just have to wait I hope he comes back soon...'

You and Ben continue playing and another 2 hours pass you start to worry.

"Why are they taking so long to get back? Is he avoiding me? Why wont he answer my texts?!" you start yelling question after question franticly.

'Is he CHEATING?!'

"Im sure he isnt avoiding you (N/N) he probably is just having fun and forgot about the time you know how it is when he hangs out with EJ." Jane assures you rubbing your shoulder trying to calm you down.

'To be perfectly honest I dont actually know what goes on when he hangs out with EJ cuz its mostly when they want to kill together that they spend a lot of time together.'

You get up and head down the hall to your room to get dressed in pj's now that its getting dark you cant wait for him forever.

You were about to head to bed when you hear knocking on the window. You go over and open the curtains to see EJ outside the window he waves and looks down pointing to the latch to the window.

'He wants me to open the window? Why is he even outside my window in the first place wasnt he supposed to be killing with Jeff?'

You unlatch the window and lift it open as EJ has requested still unsure why he's outside your window.

"Uh hey EJ whats up? why are you outside my w-"

You didnt have the chance to finish your sentence as you were pulled out the window and tossed down.

You let out a startled yelp closing your eyes as you fall soon ending up in someones strong, tight, grasp.

"Hey beautiful~"

You open your eyes peering up to see Jeff was holding you.

"Jeff what the fuck!" You yell staring daggers at him.

Jeff chuckles at your seemingly pissed off state.

"Comn now I cought you didnt I?"

He says smirking still holding you in his arms as he starts walking away from the mansion.

"Ok yeah but that doesnt explain why the fuck that happened... and where are we going?!"

Jeff kept walking not responding to your questions never letting you go.

After so many attempts of breaking free from his hold you give up and excepted his warmth as he holds you tight.

'Ugh he's so annoying... sometimes ignores me and stuff why cant he just tell me?'

You roll your eyes then realize he stopped walking. You take a look around to find your at a pretty park its empty at the moment because its so late out it gives you reasureance that no one will see you both out and about.

Jeff sets you on your feet taking your hand and leading you over to a bench.

"Me and EJ were out killing and saw this beautiful park and I wanted to bring you here maybe spend some time together away from everyone else."

Jeff explains taking a glance at you.

You stand holding his hand for a second gazing around at the park it may be dark but its still quite lovely in the moon light flowers everywhere a water fountain nice benches along the walk ways.

"It is lovely Jeff... Thank you."

Jeff squeezes your hand before leting it go kneeling down to pick a rose from the flower bed beside the bench.

"Hoped you'd like it when i saw how beautiful this place was I immediatly thought of you." He states calmly while giving you the rose.

"Your being very romantic tonight." You glace up from the flower giving him a confused look.

"Yeah well I just wanted to you know... spend time being with you I noticed lately you seemed annoyed with my behavior so I wanted to make it up to you."

Jeff says shyly staring at the ground kicking a rock away.

"Well its every sweet of you im lucky to have such a warm hearted guy with me."

He looks up at you smiling taking that as a sign of forgiveness.

he sits down with you pulling you close as you look at the beautiful stary sky he gives you kisses on the cheek showing his affection to you.

"Hah Jeff chill man your smuthering me." You giggle covering up your face so he cant kiss you anymore.

He huffs grabbing your arms pulling them away from your face and giving you a kiss on the lips this time.

You melt into it kissing him back as he pulls you closer to his side not seeming to wanna let go of you as if he did you'd disapear.

You both break away to breathe starting to cuddle on the bench.

"I love you (Y/N)."

"I love you too Jeff."

[jamesbuckybarnes19174]

*blushes, chuckling* mmm… okay baby… i love you so much… i hope you have a good day too… my day will be good if i get to see you…. *blushes* i love you… *chuckles* i’d like that james… i’d love it if you could bring me my coffee…. mmm… i’ll miss you so much… y-yeah, i’ll send a picture… send me one too, okay? *blushes, kissing ur chest gently, taking my time* i’ll love you forever… i love you and these pjs *chuckles* i love you so much james… for forever… i love you… *falls asleep*

*slowly stirs awake, gently rubbing ur arm, kissing all over ur face* hi honey…. i gotta go, okay? i’ll see you later, i love you…. *takes u out of me, taking the condom off for u, cleaning u up, gently pulling up ur pants, gently kisses u and hugs u, then leaves*

voice message to james: hi honey… i miss you…. i hope you’re doing okay, i’m okay… was very tempted to tell bruce about our matching jammie’s but… i didn’t… *giggles* don’t worry… i think we’re very cute for that… mmmm i can’t wait to see you baby… partially because i need my coffee… *snorts* but mostly because i wanna see you! *laughs* ummmm i f-felt good last night with you… a-always feels good… d-doing that stuff… *chuckles* i always feel flustered thinking about it and talking about it at work… anyways… thank you for also making it so sweet and lovey yesterday… made me feel so nice honey… you’re so cute and adorable i can’t get over how cute you are… *chuckles* i can’t wait to move on you today… give you lots of hugs and kissies… okay, i’ll see you later… i love you… i love you so much….

*wakes up slowly, humming, looking at you sleepily, then nods* I love you too…*smiles softly at you when you clean me up, gently kissing you back and hugging you tight, kissing your head before you go*

*sends a picture of myself smiling at my desk*

*comes to the lab with your coffee, smiling when I see you, hugging you tightly and kisses your cheek a few times* I miss you…I love you baby…*hugs you for a little longer, rubbing your back, then pulls away to kiss you gently, speaking softly* I love you…

voice message to kitten: hey baby…I miss you too…’m okay…tired…I just got home…I hope you’re okay my love *sighs softly, then chuckles* good baby…’s our little secret *snorts* we are cute for that…I love ‘em…mmm well I hope that coffee was good…I make it for you…*chuckles* it was nice seein’ you baby…I like seein’ you smile when you see me…I can’t wait for you to come home…*hums* yeah…it felt good last night…I like doin’ that…*chuckles* oh yeah? Naughty girl talkin’ about it and thinkin’ about it at work…*snorts* mmm it was sweet and lovey…the date was real nice baby…we got some brownies left over still…mmm you’re way cuter my baby…you’re so fuckin’ cute…we’ll have lots and lots of kissies and cuddles soon, okay? ‘M waitin’ for you baby…I’ll see you soon, I love you so much…I love you…

voice message to kitten: hey baby…uh…I h-had to leave home…on a…urgent mission ‘m…on my way *sighs softly* ‘m sorry…I try to avoid these but they needed me…’m really sorry…*clears my throat* I tried baby, t-tried to see if anyone else can go but…y-yeah…’m sorry…I w-wanted to make it a real good night…’m s-so sorry… *sniffles, pauses for a couple moments* I-I made you dinner though…’s in the microwave…just uh…eat that…and get yourself comfy in bed in my clothes with alpine and…’m comin’ home tonight hopefully…as soon as I can…I really love you my baby…you know that…I miss you so fuckin’ much…I j-just wanted to cuddle with you…so…’m a little annoyed I was the only one who was able to go *chuckles* but…I’ll be thinkin’ of you and I’ll cuddle you real good tomorrow baby, I promise…I hope you’re okay…my baby…I hope you’ll sleep okay…cuddle alpine okay? And my pillow? Can you send a sleepy picture of you? I like those…have one as my uh…background on my phone *chuckles* you look so…pretty and…calm…and like sunshine…*snorts* mmm ‘m just gonna miss you more now *sighs softly, sniffling slightly* I wish I stayed longer when I visited…w-wanna give you enough every day you know? Show you I love you even if ‘s a really small thing…I don’t like bein’ away from you long…maybe that’s…not good of me *chuckles, sighing* uh…we can go up to the cabin for holidays? Have the holiday just us if you want…I got some gifts for you already…I think it’ll be really nice, lovey…*hums, staying silent for a little* mm gonna have to go soon…I want so much cuddles when we’re together baby *chuckles* I wanna hold you tight and kiss you and make you smile…tell you I love you and I love your small hands on me *snorts* like…when you play with my hair or…my fingers…or if you’re squeezin’ my hand…rubbin’ my face…oh and your little nose kissies…I love those…fuck I want ‘em right now *chuckles* soon, soon. I’ll see you okay? I’ll be safe, I love you…I love you forever baby…always….I hope you’re okay my love…sleep good and warm okay? Love you so much my baby…I love you…

*comes home n falls sleeep on the couch*

[rat-apologist]

i think there is this impulse to make it so that, in media and in your own brain, all bad people LOOK bad. They’re “ugly” or look “untrustworthy”, but if i’ve learned anything from true crime it’s this: bad people come in all shapes and sizes. bad people can be beautiful, can seem perfectly truthworthy, lovable even, and the worst of those people will use that fact to their advantage in order to hurt you. this is why it’s important to acknowledge the fact that very bad people can be appealing to you, to acknowledge that their appeal doesn’t equate to goodness, so that in the future you’re able to see past that veneer and protect yourself, and have extra empathy for people who are unable to do so.

[romantichopelessly]

Thinking about my PJ AU again......