#please hydrate!!!! it's okay if that hydration isn't water!!!!

[basshole-astard]

PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

[zuhuan]

Jujutsu Kaisen men x S/O on their period

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Megumi Fushiguro, Choso Kamo

Summary: Your beloved helps with your period.

Genre: fluff, comfort (!mentions of blood!nausea!)

COMMISIONS -> open

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Gojo Satoru:

• It's only natural that your period came at the worst possible time. You are at school until late this afternoon and you even have club activities after classes. You wrote to Gojo that you had your period. He responded like "Oh, thank God."

• You yelled at him for not showing empathy, but then he took matters into his own hands. He knew how much you were suffering at this time, so he asked you out of Jujutsu High School and you went home. On the way home, he went to the nearby convenience store to buy some snack, pads and all the necessary things. Your boyfriend doesn't care that other people think it's weird that he has to buy feminine hygiene products.

• He use his warm hands instead of the heating pad. He would gently pull you close, wrap his arms around you and caress you.

• Gojo takes advantage of the fact that you want to cuddle and just lie down all day, but if you ask for anything, he will help you immediately.

• "Fuuckk... I'm in so much pain... everything hurts." He would ask if you would like to take the medicine. With a glass of water and the medicine in hand, he would kneel beside you by the bed and help you swallow the medicine.

• After you take it, he will lie down next to you and let you fall asleep in a position that is comfortable for you while caressing your face and back. "Rest my love." And he kisses you.

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Nanami Kento:

• Knows in advance when your period will come, keeps a calendar about it and monitors whether everything is in order.

• He is the type of- "Angel, your period is coming soon, do you have everything you need?" (omg I need a man like him)

• If you don't feel like eating, or you can't because you're feeling nauseous, he won't force you to eat, but he'll still cook you heavenly delicious food in case you feel hungry later.

• If you accidentally get your period in your sleep and he wake up first in the morning and find blood on your bedclothes and panties, he tries to wake you up and lead you out of the room so that you don't notice. He knows how uncomfortable you feel at this time.

• Nanami isn't a huge fan of physical touch, but he puts it aside and hugs and kisses you. He would be more attentive to you and call you cute names much more during this time (which of course pleases both him and you). On such names as "My precious, My little bunny, My only love."

• He would definitely ask if everything is okay down there and if there was anything unusual.

• You will be in very good hands with him and you will be completely pampered.

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Megumi Fushiguro:

• Megumi is already very skilled at this. He learned all this on his own just for you. He also keeps track of when your period will come and when it should end in a calendar. He handles your mood swings well and always tries to cheer you up depending on the situation.

• When he sees that you are suffering a lot, he slowly sits down next to you, asking if he can do something for you. You shake your head and turn away from him. "Honey I want to help you." Megumi's face starts to fill with worry and he hugs you from behind. He would gently kiss your temples and neck while you feel his warm breath and the feeling runs down your spine.

• It is not awkward for him to talk to you about whether everything is fine with your period.

• He would cook you your favorite kind of instant noodles (because he knows you love it) and you would eat it snuggled up on the sofa. He always makes sure you stay hydrated and eat enough. He will only let you take the medicine if you have eaten before! If you manage to fall asleep, he will carry you to your shared bedroom on tiptoe and cover you with many blankets so you don't get cold.

• Before getting into bed next to you, Megumi prepares the heating pad and carefully places it next to your stomach and his hands on it so as not to wake you up.

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Choso Kamo:

• He knows blood well, so he can perfectly sense when your period is coming. But he is not a great expert in the biological process itself. He is trying his best to help you through this period.

• He would make you hot tea and a few bites of food. You told him earlier that you are very nauseous, so he is afraid that if you eat too much you might throw up. Well, you didn't even have to eat a bite and you already ran to the toilet because you had to throw up. Choso wouldn't be scared of the situation, he would be there by your side stroking your back and holding your hair back. He would calm you down with kind words. "You're good my love, don't worry I'm here for you. I love you." After you were done, he helped you clean up.

• You would feel like a baby (here you can see what a good father he would be).

• He would ease your pain by caressing your whole body while holding you in his warm and comfortable arms until you fall asleep.

• If it were so difficult for you to move that you couldn't even clean yourself, he wouldn't let you, especially during this period. Your boyfriend would help you undress and get into the tub and give you a nice massage while he bathes you (nothing dirty).

• He would let you hang on him like a little koala. He would caress your face and then kiss you and try to distract you from your pain. He is the perfect companion in such a situation. Let's protect this man at all costs!

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[houseofanticipation]

You've always been an outdoor person. You're a camper, a hiker, an explorer. You feel at home in this forest; miles upon miles of trees in every direction, the only hints of civilization a handful of campgrounds and the odd ranger station. Years of experience have made you comfortable here, in the cool, quiet air.

Maybe too comfortable.

It's late morning when you first notice someone behind you on the trail. You don't see them when you look back. You just their footsteps, the sound of cracking twigs and crunching leaves. You expect them to pass you, as you're taking a pretty leisurely pace, but the footsteps always seem to be about 20 feet behind you. You start to get annoyed. This person's thousand-pound feet are ruining your nice, quiet walk. You step to the side of the trail and wait the person to pass.

And so do they.

That makes you nervous. You start walking again, and they walk with you. You stop, they stop. You begin to think you might be in trouble. Careful to keep the noise at you front, you take the folded trail map out of your pocket and begin to scan it. There's a ranger station not far ahead; if you can just make it that far, you might be safe.

You break into a brisk walk, and your pursuer keeps pace. This trail was made intentionally with a lot bends in it, so each hiker or group of hikers could feel like the wilderness was their own, without running into many other people. It means your pursuer can stay relatively close to you without ever entering your line of sight. You're close now, you recognize the little footbridge over this creek, so you break into a run, skidding on mud and dried leaves as you make a mad dash for safety. The footsteps crash through the forest behind you, and you're too afraid to turn around but you're sure they're gaining on you. You see the ranger station up ahead, a little log cabin with a green door, and you practically fly up the front steps, through the unlocked door. You slam it shut behind you and throw the deadbolt, sliding down the door in a mess of exhaustion and nerves.

The ranger station consists of a single room, with a ladder up to a small loft space where the ranger sleeps. You were hoping to find help, but the ranger isn't here at the moment. That's okay. Just the locked door on its own makes you feel a lot better. You listen intently for any sound outside, but all you hear is birdsong, and wind through the trees.

Then someone is trying to turn the door handle. The sound makes you jump, but you try to stay brave. You're still safe. They can't get in.

You hear a man's voice on the other side of the door. "Hello?"

You summon your courage and call back. "Leave me alone! What do you want from me?"

The voice sounds surprised. "I...I don't want anything from you ma'am. It's just...well, you're kind of in my office." You get to your hands and knees and crawl to the front window, just peeking over the sill. Outside is a flustered looking man in a ranger uniform. Relief floods your body. You let him in.

"Thank god," he says. "I'm not supposed to leave the station unlocked, I thought at first some teenagers had gotten in here and...hey, what's wrong?" He's seen the look in your eyes, the way you're still panting, the state of your hair. You explain to him about the footsteps, the chase through the woods, how you hid here for safety. His eyes grow wider with your every word. "Shit, that's terrible. Drink some water, get yourself hydrated while I check around out there." He offers you his canteen. You begin to tell him you have your own water, but he waves you off. "No, no, I can't let you use your own rations. I've got extra water reserves here just for unprepared hikers, I won't run out. Please."

You take the canteen and drink, sitting on a hard folding chair while the ranger goes back outside. Now that you think about it, you're actually incredibly thirsty. You finish off the ranger's canteen, and feel a little bad about it, but he seemed insistent that you should have it.

You're exhausted. It had already been a long day of hiking, and then you went and spent the rest of your energy running through the forest. You were probably overreacting, you think as your eyelids begin to droop. Maybe it was just an illusion, your own footsteps somehow echoed back to you by the forest. In the warmth and safety of the ranger station, the fear you felt before seems almost silly.

Your limbs feel sluggish and disconnected. Your head seems to be full of rocks. Your eyelids fall closed, and you're out before you hit the floor.

You come to little by little, slowly becoming aware of several odd sensation at once. The first thing you notice is that you feel good. Incredible, actually. You're having trouble wrapping your head around why exactly—you're having trouble putting thoughts together, connecting raw sensation to ideas or meanings. But you like how you're feeling, you know that much.

There's more to it though, because you also hurt, which you don't like. There's something rough pressing up against your back, and your arms and legs are sore. You're cold, too, colder than you've been in a long time, and a cool wind stings your bare skin. Why is your skin bare?

You open your eyes. You're in a forest clearing, a place you recognize. It's a popular camping spot, secluded but not far from the trail. You're on a tree—tied to it, you realize, that's the rough thing on your back, and the reason you're so sore. Coils of rope around your wrists are pulling your arms up and behind you, like you're giving the tree a backwards hug. Something similar is happening with your legs, and a rope across your throat is keeping you from pointing your head down.

You are naked.

The ranger is there, leaning into you, and for a confused moment you think he's trying to untie you, but then the whole picture suddenly falls into place. He is raping you, slowly and indulgently, moaning openly as he slides cock up and down, in and out of your pussy. Fear jolts you awake, your fight-or-flight response taking control, but you you have no way to fight and now means of fleeing. You begin to scream, thrashing against your bonds, but they're solid and secure. You're not going anywhere.

"Oh good you're...oh!...awake," says the ranger, still inside you. "I have to tell you, I thought you looked cute when I decided to follow you, but I had no idea you'd be this...o...oh, fuck...this good. I think you've got the tightest little cunt I've ever fucked."

Just because that pleasurable feeling isn't wanted anymore doesn't mean it's going away. With every thrust of the ranger's cock, the feeling builds inside you, threatening to spill over. "Please," you whimper. You can't cum, not here, not to this. "Please stop, let me go."

The ranger grins and looks at you. He gives you an extra deep thrust and you moan in spite of yourself, your muscles contracting and your pussy tightening around him. "Why would I...oh, fuck that's good...why would I stop when you're clearly enjoying this just as much as I am?"

Tears stream down your face. You can't control it now. Waves of tension wash your body, each one making you seize tighter, arching your back, straining your bonds. As the final wave crashes over you the ranger gives one last moan and buries his face in your neck, his cum seeming to warm your shivering body from the inside. You go limp, wobbly, all the tension draining from your body with the cum that spills forth as he withdraws his cock.

The ranger buckles up his pants and leans over, hands on his knees, panting. "Fuck, girl. I can't just keep that cunt to myself. People need to know!" He goes behind you somewhere, and you can hear leaves rustle. When he comes back he holds a stake in his hand: a signpost, with a printed metal sign attached. He shows it to you:

Elk Trail Cum Dump

The park thanks you for your patronage. Feel free to use this receptacle as you see fit.

"I had this made up a few years back." Says the ranger as he hammers it into the ground in front of you. "We've had a handful of cum dumps, but I'll tell you what, you're definitely the best." He looks you up and down, then steps forward and sticks his middle and index fingers up inside you. You tighten reflexively, and he whistles. "Fuuuck me that's good! Alright, I'll probably be back tonight with some friends. New cum dump always attracts some attention. Stay tight, honey." He gives your cheek a little slap and walks away.

It hurts for a while. The bark against your skin. The ropes digging into you. Your shoulders, supporting your weight for so long. But after your sixth hour or so it all just fades into a general, dispassionate numbness.

People walk by sometimes. You hear them on the trail and call out for help. They come, usually but they don't help. A pair of young women laugh and take selfies with their fingers in your pussy. And old man rapes you breathlessly while is wife rolls her eyes and laughs good-naturedly. A middle aged woman with a big backpack says she's going to help you out, which turns out to mean producing a vibrator and giving you the most mind-melting, earth-shattering orgasm of your life, before saying a polite goodbye and leaving you tied up.

When your bladder gets full you just piss right there. It's not a bad way to do it, really; with your legs pulled back like this, you manage not to get much on you. You're a little more concerned about what happens when you need to shit, but you suppose there's a chance you can hold it until you die of hunger or thirst.

A man with a bushy beard gives you a long look before leaving and coming back with a long branch, one end whittled barkless and smooth. He inserts the smooth end into your pussy and sets the other end on the ground, held up only by your natural grip. He instructs you to bounce up and down on it while he masturbates. It's a little thick for you, but it actually feels pretty good, and you try to put on a good show for him as thanks. He lets you keep in there when he leaves, as a way to pass the hours.

You fall asleep just as the sun is setting. You find if you rest your head against the tree just so, you can relax without it falling forward and choking you on the rope across your neck. When you wake again it's full night, and someone has built a little fire in a circle of stones. A dozen or so men are lounging around, laughing, chatting, drinking beers out of a cooler. And raping you of course, but you barely even notice that now. All it really means to you is that someone took away your nice stick.

The ranger is among the men, though he's out of uniform. He raises a beer to you when he sees you're awake. "Welcome back to the land of the living! My buddies here are loving that little pussy of yours."

"You shouldn't have open flames out here," you croak, your throat dry. "You could start a...a...ah! Forest fire." Your sentence is interrupted when the man currently inside you does a strange sort of twisting thing you don't quite understand, and the jolt of pleasure takes you by surprise.

"Ah, fuck you," says the ranger. "Which of us here is the park ranger and which is the cum dump? I know my way around a fire."

"If you say so," you say as the man adds another load of cum to your collection.

He's drunk, you can tell. They're all a little drunk, their words a little slurred, their movements a little wobbly. As the next guy slides into you, you nod at the bottle in his hand. "Hey, let me get a little of that." He holds the bottle up to your lips obligingly, and while most of it splashes down your chin and across your breasts, you get a few good swigs in. It's a party, after all.

When everyone's had their turn on you the boys decide to play a game called "Hide the Herring," which turns out to consist of everyone scattering to find objects, and then taking turns trying to fit them inside you, the winner being the one with the largest object that manages to fit completely inside you. You get several different rocks, some sticks, big chunk of frozen together ice cubes, One guy tries to fit a full, unopened bottle of beer in you, fat end first. It stretches you almost to your limit but he manages, with a bit of clitoral stimulation, to get it all the way up to the neck. He says, "if you can hold on to it for ten seconds you can drink the whole thing," and you agree gamely to give it a try. He takes his hand away and the whole crowd counts down as you clench around this bottle, harder to do when you can't close your legs. You can feel it slipping, little by little, but when the count reaches zero it's still there, and you let it slip out into its owner's waiting hands. He cracks it open and holds it to your mouth, and you close your lips around it. You don't want to lost any like last time. The group is so impressed by the way you open your throat and let it drain into you that they give you another, and another after that. By the end of your fourth beer you're definitely feeling the alcohol, and the last of the fear and misery of the situation falls away like the last remnants of a lizard's skin. Being the Elk Trail Cum Dump, you guess, isn't so bad after all.

The winner of Hide the Herring ends up being a full ten pack of hot dogs. The entrant opens it up, uses two of the hot dogs to pack the wrapping into your pussy, and then spends about fifteen minutes cutting the other eight into pieces and popping them, one at a time, into your asshole. There's a lot of arguing about whether using your ass is allowed, or if it still counts as one object once the package is open, but it doesn't matter to you. Being filled this full feels amazing, and you manage to convince one of the guys to fuck you with your ass stuffed like this. Chunks of hot dog pop out of your ass, two and three at a time as you cum, and he leaves you dripping, feeling warm and gooey.

You get fucked a few more times as they set up camp for the night. Everyone's cum at least once by now, so the loads are getting a little thin, but that's okay. You feel as though you are melting into the tree, becoming a part of it. When you wake tomorrow, you imagine your arms and legs will have grown into its bark, your hair becoming leaves, your heart and lungs and mind becoming wood. Nothing more than a handful of tight wet holes for hikers and campers to enjoy. With this image glowing in your mind's eye, you drift off into a contented sleep.

[sinsirellaxx]

The anon who asked for the putting them in their place have amazing taste and your writing is so good too! ❤️ Please write a part 2 of the groveling part whenever you're free and have the inspiration! Of course, it's still up to you and if you're not feeling it, it's completely okay! 🎀

Also, remember to drink water and always stay hydrated! Your writing is amazing! <3

Slytherin Boys – You put them in your place and now they want you back

Warning: Toxic Boys alert!

A/N: Thank you so much, that is very sweet of you! Hope you're taking care of yourself as well! ❤️ Sorry this took me so long – life is a bit busy right now and sometimes my brain just isn't braining. 🙃

This is as much "groveling" I could do, because honestly – I don't see them toxic boys being truthful when apologizing for being too controlling or possessive. It is up to you: Would you forgive them?

Also: Not proofread!

Comments are greatly appreciated!

Mattheo …

… didn’t let you walk far. He willed the anger away as best as he could before rushing after you. He couldn’t believe it himself, but you had him wrapped around your finger and he hated it. But the thought of you leaving him and being with someone else seemed unbearable – it made him want to rip his hair out and scream until his lungs bled. Was he afraid you’d reject him after the attitude you just displayed? Yes! But if you did reject him, he'd just have to resort to more … drastic measures. He is a Riddle after all.

He quickly found you at the party and pulled you aside by your arm. You raised your eyebrows at him as you turned around, crossing your arms over your chest – the smirk from before long gone.

“Look. I’m sorry for telling you what to wear. You are right – it isn’t my place to do so.” Hell yeah it is. Mattheo thought, not liking the bitter aftertaste the words left in his mouth. They were all lies. But it was either that or probably losing you.

His eyes lit up when he noticed your shoulders relax – your arms uncrossing and now hanging by your sides.

“Please forgive me. You’re just absolutely gorgeous and I guess I suddenly felt so insecure – which is not like me.” Mattheo added, inwardly gagging at the nonsense and vulnerability he was displaying. But you didn’t need to know that.

Jackpot. He thought as he watched your face soften, a reassuring smile on your face as you told him that there was no reason for him to be insecure.

Theodore …

… sighed defeatedly as you immediately pushed his hands off your body. He was caught off guard when you suddenly pushed him back out and slammed the door into his face.

“What the – come one!” He groaned, the lust from before being replaced by frustration. He tried turning the doorknob, but you had apparently locked it. Theodore rolled his eyes – he could always use his wand to unlock it. Leaning his forehead against the wooden surface of your door he spoke loud enough for you to hear.

“Bella, please open the door. Aren’t you overreacting?”

He was met with silence.

“Come on, open up and let’s talk about it.” He sighed heavily as he pressed his hear against the door.

But he was met with silence again.

“I was just worried about you, love.” Theo spoke louder, his patience wearing thin as he knocked loudly on your door.  He heard rustling behind the door but instead of unlocking the door you turned on some music. Loud music.

“That’s it.” Theodore grumbled under his breath before taking a step back. However, instead of using his wand – like any other student would have done – he chose to kick down the door. After a few tries he managed to break the lock, kicking the door open and walking into your room. He could fix the door later.

You stared at him in disbelief, your eyes wandering from your ruined door to his stoic face. He was panting slightly – obviously out of breath from the force he had to put into kicking the door down.

“Will you listen to me now?” He asked with his brow raised.

You crossed your arms defensively in front of your chest while avoiding eye contact. You wouldn’t give up that easily. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Theodore moved closer to you, his hands ghosting over your hips before slowly pulling you closer to him.

“Look, I’m really sorry for suffocating you with my love,” He murmured softly, his voice laced with hidden sarcasm, “I’ll stop annoying you with all the questioning. But I want you to know, that I’m just worried.” Theodore finished, his grip on your hips slightly tightening when you finally look up at him.

“Even Hogwarts isn’t as safe anymore.” His voice broke slightly towards the end of his sentence, his eyes downcast as his shoulders sagged. He knew you’d fall for it. You could never resist him if he acted so vulnerable in front of you – you’d have to hug him. And just as expected you immediately flung your arms around him, pulling him down to hug him. Your face pressed into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent with one of your hands combing through his hair. Theodore smirked as he tightened his hold on you, listening to you apologize for being such a diva and promising him to always tell him about your whereabouts – because he was right. Hogwarts wasn’t as safe anymore. Your boyfriend knew best, and he definitely knew how to play you like an instrument.

Lorenzo …

… was seething in his room. His mind swirling with what-ifs as he thought about you and Potter. His jaw clenched, gritting his teeth as he thought of the male. He hated him so much.  He hated him even more because he dared to befriend you – the love of his life. His girlfriend. He scoffed as he thought about your words. Annoyed that he couldn’t control you – that he couldn’t convince you to quit talking to that damned boy. He wanted to pay you back for it, make you suffer just as he was now. He wanted to see you cry and beg for him to love you. Only you. But he knew that whatever he had in mind would just push you away and right into that stupid Potter’s arms. He’d go ballistic if that happened.

He'd have to apologize. No matter how much he didn’t want to – because there was no reason to apologize, he had done nothing wrong – he knew that was what you wanted.

Letting himself fall on his bed he closed his eyes. He’d handle it tomorrow – he had to calm down first.

The next day Enzo went to Hogsmeade to buy you roses and your favorite sweets before making his way back to school. He kept going over the apology-speech he had thought of before going to sleep – hoping he’d not mess it up.

When he’d finally find you somewhere in the hallways he’d grow tense: There was still the lingering fear of you rejecting his apology. However, as soon as your eyes connected his shoulders relaxed slightly – you were so beautiful. Clearing his throat, he stopped two feet away from you, gripping the flowers in his hands tightly as he took in your appearance. You looked sad.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday. That was not fair of me at all.” Lorenzo apologized; his voice soft as he frowned slightly.

“I’ve been thinking about it the whole night …” Oh he had – he’d been thinking about all the ways he could make the Potter disappear.

“I feel horrible for the things I’ve said.” No, he didn’t. He still strongly believes he’s right.

“I have no right to tell you what to do and who to befriend.” Unfortunately, not. But he’d try to change that.

“Will you please forgive me?”

Draco …

… felt pathetic as he stood before you. His head hung low and his arms uselessly hanging at his sides – just as useless as he felt in that moment. He felt your eyes burn into him as you took in his appearance – you must be shocked to see him this disheveled. This broken. Your eyes softened slightly, your hands itching to lift his head and embrace him. He looked like he had been through hell. When he heard your soft voice uttering his name he dared to look up, his eyes red from the nightmares that haunted him in the nights. You couldn’t help it – you lifted your hands to cup his cheeks, your thumbs drawing small circles on his cheeks. You were close to tears.

“I’m so sorry …” He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he averted his eyes again. “I’m so ashamed for the things I’ve said …” His voice broke, his whole body shaking from the sob that forced its way through his lips. Your heart shattered into tiny pieces – your poor boyfriend. You suddenly felt stupid for being friends with Potter and the rest, knowing well that he suffered so much because of them. Shaking your head you pulled him into your arms, hugging him tightly as you patted his back reassuringly, telling him how sorry you were for being so inconsiderate. For putting them above him.

Draco returned the hug hesitantly, desperately clinging onto your sweater as he cried into your hair with a small smile on his lips. Everything was going according to plan.

Blaise …

… wasn’t so sure anymore. Three days had passed, and you had still not come to him – neither did you reply to any of his messages. With a heavy sigh he stood up from his bed: He’d have to make it up to you, there was no other way around it.

Finding you was rather easy – he had gone to your dorm-room first. Knocking on your door he waited for a few seconds before you opened it, clad in joggers and his hoodie. You immediately frowned when you saw him, pushing the door close. Blaise reacted quickly and put his foot between the door and the doorframe.

“I want to apologize.” He rushed out, pulling his foot back when you opened the door again.

“I’m really sorry for what I did. I know you hate it when I get violent and I’m sorry I acted that way. Really – please, I’ll change.” He whispered brokenly as he stared deep into your eyes.

Tom …

… Riddle didn’t beg or ask for forgiveness. Never. But after a whole week of you ignoring him, he has had enough. He apparently needed you more than he let on – and more then you needed him, which bothered him tremendously.  He had tried everything: Read your mind, manipulate your thoughts – he even made Snape partner up with you for a project. But nothing seemed to work. He couldn’t see into your mind, and you skipped potions to avoid him as well. He had to talk to you. With clenched fists and a tight jaw, he approached you after dinner when you were alone.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” He questioned. His voice causing you to flinch and spin around to face him. You looked slightly nervous when you noticed him. Good. Tom thought. You didn’t answer him right away, which further added to his frustration. He wasn’t known to be a patient man. “Do you think you can survive without me?” He asked cockily, with his hand in his pockets – his fingers playing with his wand. Just in case.

You scoffed at his attitude. Even now, when he should be apologizing, he was nothing but arrogant. Rolling your eyes at him you told him to leave you alone – telling him it was over before taking a few steps back. You were afraid to turn your back towards him. And right you were – but you underestimated him. For he didn’t need you to turn his back towards him to take action. He whipped out his wand and grit out the imperio spell with a small flick of his wrist. You never stood a chance. Your eyes turned a misty color as they watched the tall male step closer to you. His free hand shooting out to softly caress your cheek before gripping your chin tightly.

“Foolish little girl. There is no escape. You will stay with me and obey me … no matter what.”

[starleska]

Okok I've been sorta stalking your Wally writings for a bit and I WAS WONDERING- could I maybe get a Wally Darling x a person who stutters a lot when they're excited? I've been pretty insecure and in need of wally fluff if you're not too busy -w- remember to drink some water!! Thank you and have a wonderful day!

hello sweetie!!! haha, thank you very much for the stalkings, they're greatly appreciated - and for reminding me to stay hydrated! 🥰 ohhh this one is lovely!! 😭🙏 please don't worry, you needn't be insecure - stutters for any reason are just a natural part of human speech, and they're part of you, which is perfect 💖 i hope you enjoy :3c

Wally Darling x Reader with a Stutter headcanons

💖 the first time you meet Wally Darling, you're completely overwhelmed and can barely get a word out. on the best of days you're self-conscious about your stutter, but Wally is so drop-dead gorgeous he would've made anyone struggle to speak!! you flush, drop your eyes and fumble with your hands, feeling that familiar embarrassment welling up over you; it's so frustrating not being able to say what you mean. but you feel a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and look up to see Wally smiling and nodding at you. "Take your time," he says gently. "Sometimes speaking is hard for me too. You can say a lot with just your eyes." his warm demeanour is like slipping into a hot bath, and you let that comfort wash over you. although you're still bubbling with excitement and have trouble holding his gaze, you don't feel quite so self-conscious in Wally's presence.

💖 sometimes other people get impatient with your stutter, and try to talk over you - but Wally is having none of that. whenever someone tries to interrupt you or rush you along, Wally will confront them both reasonably, and in a way which shames them at the same time. "Isn't that quite rude of you, not letting them finish?" he asks, tilting his head on the side. "I sure am interested in what they have to say." whenever he does this, you feel a guilty rush of pleasure you're not used to: a sort of power reclamation, thanks to Wally reminding people that you deserve to be heard. you wonder if this has anything to do with Wally's unnerving stare...those who are on the receiving end of Wally's sweet passive-aggression never make the same mistake twice.

💖 it's common for you to have days where you feel down on yourself for your stutter, and Wally is always there to comfort you when this happens. even when everyone around you is perfectly kind and understanding, some days you figure it's best that you don't talk at all, and refuse to speak even to your closest friends. Wally notices when you're feeling this way, and likes to play a little 'zip-mouth' game with you, where he mimes locking his lips and throwing away the key. it becomes a contest to see who can go without speaking the longest, and Wally is very good at presenting interesting situations or funny gestures to try and make you talk and laugh. Wally never loses this game, and when you do finally break and speak to him - often giggling so much that you forget feeling bad about your stutter - Wally likes to lift your confidence. "There's that lovely voice," he says. "I missed it a lot. Let's not do this again soon, okay?"

[rinsuniverse]

since your reqs are open, do you have any thoughts on taking care of bf woozi when he's sick? i loved the similar thing you wrote w/ jun, and i thought it would be really sweet to hear about how woozi's s/o might take care of him when he's under the weather. tysm for considering writing, love your work!! ❤️❤️

taking care of sick woozi! ✧˖°.

i cannot believe i haven't done this prompt yet omg !!! thank you for requesting & reminding me

you noticed jihoon was starting to feel under the weather the night before

when he got home late from work, he wouldn't stop sniffling and sneezing

the tip of his nose was pink, along with his cheeks

and every so often, he'd loudly try to clear his throat before responding to you

you suggested that he take it easy for a bit in case it gets worse, but he brushed it off as seasonal allergies

"ji, babe, you should wash up. i'll prepare some cold medicine and some vitamins for tonight and tomorrow before work."

"thanks. i'll take it, but i don't think i'm sick. it's just that time of the year again," he says, shrugging his shoulders

you knew you couldn't get him to call off of work, so why even bother?

so, instead, you called off of your work so you can follow him around and care for him

you woke up extra early to make him some warm breakfast

you set up his food in the dining room before sitting beside him in bed

he wakes up slowly, reaching toward you, trying to pull you closer

he rests his head on your thigh and you gasp

like holy crap, his head is steaming

"ji, honey, you have a fever," you say, brushing through his hair with your fingers. "maybe... we should stay home?"

he shakes his head. "i'll just stay here for a little while longer. is that okay?"

"i took off work to take care of you," you say, resting your head back on the headboard

"you didn't have to"

"i wanted to. i get to hang out with you all day," you say, as cute as possible

you watch him cringe in your lap

"come on, let's go eat. i made you breakfast. you need to eat before you take your meds."

he obeys you quietly and brings you to the studio

you sit on his couch, studying your own thing, but every time you hear him sniffle, you hand him a tissue

you keep tabs on when he needs to take medicine because without you, he'd get so lost in his music and he'd forget to care for himself

you get him to drink lots of water and gatorade to keep him hydrated, keeping him away from his usual colas and sodas

but as he continues working, his head starts to hurt and he can't seem to concentrate or think straight

so he gets up and lazily slugs over to you, laying down on the couch with his head in your lap

he grabs your hand from whatever you were using it for, and he places it on his head quietly

"you okay?" you ask, taking the hint and playing with his hair

"my head hurts," he says quietly. his eyes are closed as he talks to you.

you massage his head gently and enjoy the time you have with a sick jihoon

"do you still have to work?" you ask, checking the time on your phone

"i wish i could"

"maybe we should go home, and when you feel better, you can work on your computer there."

"but-"

"ji, please. you can work extra hard and long tomorrow when you feel better."

he cannot say no to you and it pisses him off sometimes

you bring a sulky jihoon home early, tucking him into your bed

you put on a recent anime that you heard he was interested in, and then get to work to make him some food

as you cook, suddenly some arms wrap around you from behind, and you hear some sniffling by your shoulder

"hmm?"

he pulls you in tighter, not saying anything

you feel your shoulder become wet

was he... crying?

"is it that bad, baby? maybe the medicine isn't working... should we go to the doctor?"

he shakes his head and he quietly cries into your shoulder

you shut off the stove and turn around, cupping his face in your hands

"aww, don't cry, jihoon," you say, a frown on your face. you wipe his tears away with your thumbs

"just come to bed with me, please," he says, sniffling. "this is embarrassing."

you chuckle, quickly finishing the food and putting it to the side before following him to the bedroom

you lay in bed with his head snuggled into your chest as he watches his anime

"i texted your mom," you say

"for what?"

"to ask her for a recipe that i should cook when you're not feeling well."

"no wonder why it smells familiar."

you play with his hair

"should we go eat?"

"no. stay here."

for the rest of the night, he's clinging onto you

he refuses to kiss you in case he makes you sick with whatever he has

but he literally will not let go of you

don't ever mention to anyone about how clingy he gets when he's sick and tired

because he will become a blushing mess and never become clingy like this again

thank you so much for the request, and i'm so sorry it took me so long to respond!! i hope you enjoyed clingy, sick woozi 🫶

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[in1-nutshell]

Hi again! If its okay to request TFA, a continuation of Triple changer Buddy? More interactions of Team Prime to Buddy and their personas

Triple changer Buddy has returned!

Since the original post of Triple Changer Buddy did sum up the relations the Bots have with Buddy, I decided to try a different approach with this.

Introducing: Slice of Life

If this isn't what you wanted, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Triple Changer and Team Prime: Slice of Life

SFW, Slice of Life, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

It was a rather hot day.

Even inside an AC filled building, still couldn’t quite refresh everyone at the daycare.

Buddy was having a tough time trying to make sure everyone was hydrating enough and keeping them cool.

“Tommy don’t do that! The crayon is not for—Timmy no you cannot stick the ice cube down Sherry’s shirt!”—Carrier

“Buddy, I’m hot!”—Henry

“I know Henry, but how about we play a little game to pass the time?”--Jester

“No! I’m hot!”--Henry

“I’m sticky!”--Sam

“I’m melting!”--Suzzy

“I’m dying!”--Johnny

Team Prime had stopped by after they got a call from Sari.

Apparently, the faces had been working double time trying to make sure everything was okay that she was worried that they were going to overheat themselves in the process.

Autobots arriving at the daycare.

“What’s the damage kid?”--Ratchet

“That!”--Sari

Buddy flipping through their faces within seconds from each other trying to pass water bottles and soothe the toddlers from the heat.

“Maybe it was a good thing you called.”--Prowl

“How have they not lost their helm yet? Literally, it looks like its going to fly off!”--Bumblebee

“Beats me.”--Sari

“Hi guys!”--Jester

“Hi Buddy, you look like you need some help with the kids today.”—Optimus

“If it doesn’t bother you guys, that would mean a lot. I feel like I’m trying to split in three different places at once!”--Carrier

“We can tell.”--Bulkhead

“Buddy! Where’s the juice boxes?”--Suzzy

“You can’t have too many Suzzy, try some water—”--Carrier

“I want a juice box!”--Suzzy

“Yeah, we’ll help.”--Optimus

“Great! Just stay in the shade for a bit. Don’t want the kids to get burned now don’t we—Junior! Do not touch the railing its burning hot!”--Guardian

The team came over and immediately found shade trying to cool their frames before touching the kids.

They didn’t want to accidentally burn the little ones with their burning frames.

Optimus sprays Bumblebee a bit with his firehose seeing the second smallest member looking a little too hot.

Buddy saw this and had an idea.

They quickly pulled the team in for a huddle session.

“A water park!”--Sari

“Well, a made shift one with sprinklers, and a kiddie pool, and bouncy house with water!”--Jester

“And how are we going to get the supplies for that?”--Ratchet

Buddy walking to the storage room pulling out a bunch of sprinklers, a deflated bounce house, and a deflated kiddie pool.

“Where did you get that?”--Optimus

“I owed a favor for Wreck-Gar. He helped me find this stuff for the kids.”--Carrier

“Umm…”--Prowl

“I made sure it was safe and clean for the kids. I know better.”--Guardian

“Ah, okay then.”--Prowl

“Let’s get this water park thing started!”--Bulkhead

Together, Buddy and the team made a makeshift water park for all the kids to enjoy.

After Guardian, Jester, and Carrier tested it and made sure it was okay for the kids after 10 inspections they released the water and kids.

Optimus was on the water slide duty with his hose spraying the kids that got too dry in the sun.

Ratchet was on sunblock duty with Bulkhead.

Bulkhead made sure to give all the kids the appropriate amount of sunscreen and reminded them to come back to retouch. He did make a little smiley face on the kids before applying it.

Ratchet made sure that the kids that did get sunburnt were treated with Aloe Vera and other remedies Buddy had in the cubbies.

Prowl and Bumblebee were on kid duty with Buddy.

Prowl stayed and watched the kids playing near the kiddie pool. Occasionally joining the water to play with the rubber ducks and little plastic boats.

Bumblebee watched over the kids on the inflatable bounce house.

Did he try to join? Yes, but Guardian came over as soon as they saw this. They promised him that he would have his time when the kids were gone.

Buddy offered shade to the kids how finally got tired and decided to take a quick nap under their shadow.

Sari had joined the fun the entire time.

Soon enough the parents started coming in to pick up their kids.

Buddy made sure every kid went home with a towel all swaddled up whether the kid was asleep or not.

“How was Johnny today, Buddy?”—Ms. Jones

“Well, he was good today. A bit wet from the slide but he had a good day.”--Carrier

Buddy handing a sleepy Johnny to Ms. Jones.

“Thank you, Buddy! Stay cool!”—Ms. Jones

“You too Ms. Jones! And don’t forget to hydrate!”—Carrier

The sun had already started setting when the last of the kids had left.

Bumblebee did a couple jumps on the bounce house before realizing how tired he was and sat down next to Bulkhead who was looking at the sunset with Prowl.

Optimus was slowly blinking his optics while Ratchet washed the rest of the Aloe vera from his servos.

Sari had fallen asleep on Buddy servo.

Buddy gave Sari to Ratchet.

Ratchet gave them a look as Buddy went over to Prime and lifted him onto their shoulder.

Prime did try to move but he was tired.

“You can put me down.”--Optimus

“I’m taking you back to the Plant.”--Guardian

“I can walk.”--Optimus

“I know, but you deserve a break.”--Guardian

“But—”--Optimus

“Shh!”--Guardian

Buddy insisted they get everyone home safely as a thank you for helping with today.

Bulkhead luckily was awake enough to walk home with a semi sleepy Prowl perched on his shoulder.

Normally he would rather walk home, but Bulkhead had offered. And he was very tired, so this one time wouldn’t hurt.

Buddy grabbed the sleeping Bumblebee with their other servo throwing him over their shoulder like Prime.

“Hey!”--Bumblebee

“Shh. Take a nap Bee, you earned it.”--Guardian

“No, I can walk!”--Bumblebee

“Sleep.”--Guardian

“But—”--Bumblebee

“Let it go, Bumblebee, just let it go.”--Optimus

“…Fine…”—Bumblebee

Buddy turning to Ratchet.

“No carrying for me kid. Someone has to make sure Sari doesn’t get squished when we get back.”--Ratchet

“Okay Ratchet. Let go.”--Buddy

They all began their walk back to the plant as a cool breeze set in. A blessing from the hot weather from the daytime.

[come-imagine-with-me]

Father F/O & (gender nonspecific) child selfshipper imagines

Please take your pick from the following imagines ♡

If he adopted you, imagine his face lighting up like New Years Eve fireworks the very first time you call him "Dad"/"Pops" etc. He is just so thrilled, so honored to have earned that title from you; maybe he even tears up a bit in front of you or perhaps later when he's alone, overwhelmed with the sense of honor, gratitude, pride, you've given him.

If you only ever call him by his first name, for whatever reason, just know he's still so proud to have such a close bond with you and no, he doesn't mind that you don't call him "Dad" or anything like that! Your comfort matters most!

Think of the way his eyes crinkle, how he smiles, the pride and warmth in his voice whenever he introduces you as his kid. He can't get enough of it, can't get enough of calling you his- he loves you so much! If he has a phone, you just KNOW you're his wallpaper and if he's just got his wallet, know your picture is in there ;w; ♡

Think of your father f/o telling you he's so, so proud of you after you tell him about how you've overcome a recent struggle in your life; think of him urgently reminding you that he's always there for you if you ever need him. He wants to fix everything for you, and while he knows he can't, that doesn't mean he won't try his hardest to help you when you ask him for it!

If you're currently going through something hard, please think of telling your father f/o; just clarify what you need from him and he's happy to do it- listen, comfort, offer advice- he's just eager to do what he can for you to make you feel seen and heard, to validate your struggles and to help you overcome them however he can ;--; ♡

Consider how his voice changes when he talks about you / talks directly to you vs when he talks to other people; how his voice softens / quietens because of you ;w; ♡

If you're a person who menstruates, please know he is 100% that Dad that will happily go out and get whatever products, medication, treats you need to feel as comfortable as you can during this time!! He isn't embarrassed to be seen with anything that will ensure you'll have a better time handling this huge inconvenience/burden on your body!!! If he could take away the pain he would but he can't so hes happy to just get you what you need and hold you on the sofa if you want and tell you it's okay to cry it out if that'll make you feel better; he isn't going to judge you, he just wants his kiddo to feel better soon ;w;!!

If you're queer, think of your father f/o wholeheartedly accepting you as you are, just happy and honored and grateful you trust him enough to come out to him- if you change your pronouns he of course will do his best to use these new ones- it doesn't matter what you identify as now, what matters is that you're still and always will be his kiddo ;w;!!

If you live with your father f/o, think of all the little moments like...

-catching him asleep on the sofa and putting a blanket over him- only for him to wake up later with his heart warm and full of love and appreciation for you ♡

-watching him shave in the bathroom mirror (and maybe helping him do so or!!! Learning how to shave from him if that applies to you!)

-think of stealing his favorite hoodie/jacket/jumper when he isn't using it so you can smell his cologne and feel comforted by it when he's not around; imagine his laughter over finding you wearing it, letting you keep it until he inevitably reclaims it :>

-imagine him taking care of you while you're under the weather and vice versa ;--;!

-consider helping him fix things up around the house! Even if it's just you bringing him water to stay hydrated, it's still helping and he appreciates you looking after him!

-him gently waking you up in the mornings. Maybe he sits beside you and pets your hair as he softly calls out to you and, with a big smile on his face as you wake up, he reaches out and ruffles your hair, telling you something like, "morning sleepy head, breakfast is ready." Alternatively: think of waking him up in the morning! Maybe you do the same to him or maybe you lay down beside him and pat his arm; think of him wanting to snuggle with you for five more minutes before you two finally get up for the day ;w; ♡

-his eyes lighting up whenever you come home; he's always so relieved and happy to see you home safe!!!

-if you're into photography, think of getting candid shots of him reading, resting, cooking in the kitchen, etc. and showing him your photography- he's always surprised and pleased you took time to capture a moment of him, touched you found him worthy of making your subject--- if he's into photography, think of him paying the favor back to you, telling you how lovely you look in the picture he shows you!

-your father f/o taking time out of the day to give you affection.

If you enjoy physical affection most, please think of him giving/ asking you for lots of warm hugs, gently patting/rubbing your back, ruffling your hair, playfully poking and teasing/tickling you when you least expect it (if you're okay with that ofc!), giving you kisses on the cheek, the top of your head, your forehead, snuggling with you on the sofa, holding your hand (or you hold his pinky ;w;) / interlocking arms in public depending on what you'd prefer, etc ♡

If you enjoy verbal affection most, think of him often telling you "I love you", calling you sweet endearments (I'd try to list some but everyone's different, I know each of you have your own preferences lol), telling you he's grateful for you when you do things for him without him asking, him praising you for the effort you put into dressing up any given day, telling you he enjoys getting to spend time with you, etc ♡

If you enjoy both in equal or varying measures then, well, you've a lot to think about :D!

Take a moment to ponder over his hobbies and then consider participating in some of those with him... below are some examples :>

If he's a music listener, think of listening together, maybe singing together along to the songs, not a care in the world! If he plays an instrument, I just know you're his favorite audience! If you also play an instrument, guess what? He'd love to play with you!

Does he play chess or cards? Imagine playing cards with him or better yet, him teaching you how to play! He's proud of you for holding your own against him in a game and yes! Always proud of you for winning when you do!

Is your father a motor head? Think of him teaching you how to fix his car, telling you someday when you're old enough (or lol when he's old enough) it'll be yours so you have to learn how to take care of it. Think of him helping you fix up your first car or bike with you.

Perhaps he's a fisherman! If he is, take time to think of going fishing together. If you don't like to fish, you can still take a book with you to read aloud to your father f/o while he's got his line in the water- I know he'd appreciate you doing that ♡

Maybe he's a cook- if so, I just know he'd enjoy having you in the kitchen assisting him if you'd like or just hanging out to chat while he cooks- he loves your company regardless of whether or not your contributing to what he's doing.

Is your father f/o into theatre arts / cinema / is he an artist? I just know he'd love to take you to the opera or theatre to enjoy a play / musical / movie with you, especially so y'all can discuss yalls feelings and insights on the themes / messages / physical effects / etc. of the show! He values your opinions and always wants you to feel safe sharing them! As for art, I just know you'd be his wonderful muse and he'd love to teach you how to paint/draw if that is something you wanted!

If you have a shared hobby/interest, by golly, think of him excitedly sharing this with you!! He loves sharing this with you, loves growing with you in experience & mastery of this hobby / diving deep into this topic with you!

Think of him encouraging you to chase after your goals / interests / dreams! He's happy to sit down with you and plan with you about how you can achieve those; your happiness is his happiness! If you ever change your mind about pursuing something, know he'll understand and that he only cares about you not giving up on something that truly is attainable ;w;

Think of your father f/o cracking those infamous "dad jokes" on you! Even if you don't like them, just know that he apprecites you pretending to think they're funny on his behalf :>!

If you're ever scared or anxious about something, just know your father is ready to hold you and protect you the best he can; he'll always be there to encourage you to try your best to be brave and remind you it's okay to be scared, it's okay to be anxious- just do your best to make it through okay and things will be better- he knows it will because he believes in you ♡

If you have a romantic f/o, just know your father f/o will do his best to try and get along with them for your sake if he doesn't automatically 'click' with them! The fact that they make you happy is enough for him to like them enough! Alternatively, if your father f/o and your romantic f/o get along well, think of your father f/o flustering you on purpose by calling your romantic partner his future kid ;3c

If you have sibling f/os that share your father f/o, think of him being careful to make time just to spend it with you and you alone so you don't feel ignored or overlooked!!!! He may love you all equally but that doesn't mean he won't do his best to make sure you feel special in his eyes!

Have you thought about going out on the town / leaving the house with your father f/o yet? If not! Now you should :D! Let me help...

Think about going to the local diner with your father f/o! If you dont mind it, he's always happy to order for you! Maybe he wads up the paper coverings for the straws to playfully flick it at you or to engage you in a game of tabletop soccer! Even if you're grown and have a job of your own, he still insists on paying but gets really soft when you sometimes sneakily beat him to it ♡

Please imagine going grocery shopping with your father f/o! Maybe you divide the list and conquer, maybe you stick together and tackle one item at a time. Is he the type to sing along to the overhead songs playing? Is he the type to do a little fun ditty of a dance in the aisle???????? do you join him if so 👀???? Or do you get embarrassed and pretend you don't know him :3c? He'll stop after a while don't worry! He just wants to make you smile ♡

Perhaps you go on a little road trip! If so, think of him driving (or letting you drive if you're legal) with a smile on his face as you sing out-loud to the songs on the radio. Maybe y'all have a special playlist of y'all's favorite songs on it!

Planned Father & kiddo outings!! Maybe it's the museum, maybe dinner, maybe the cinema-- wherever it is, just know he won't let his own worklife make him reschedule this outing with you! He always looks forward to these planned adventures with you and will always, always keep you safe ♡

[honeytonedhottie]

quality of life‧₊˚✩彡🎐

this post is a collaboration with @prettieinpink my lovely mutual <3 so make sure to check out ur page for the continuation of this post and it has been a PLEASURE to work with her! go and follow her <3

HEALTH : ur health is easily the most important of these categories and ur own health must be prioritized in every thing that u do. health is wealth, and without health, ur quality of life will be very low.

eat foods that are good for u and that nourish you, pay close attention to ur body and how it reacts to certain foods cuz everyones body is different and u should have a vast knowledge on your own body and how it works. eat a variety of fruits and vegetables. a helpful ratio in eating that i like to use as a basic guideline is (80% of the time, eat healthier foods and 20% of the time eat what u crave)

stay hydrated and drink between 1-3 liters of water a day, about 15 minutes before u go to sleep drink a couple glasses of water, drinking water before bed literally CLEANSES you, it improves ur skin, helps ur heart pump blood more efficiently, and improves blood pressure and heart rate, which affects ur quality of sleep in a positive way

to continue on the note of ur sleep u should be sleeping 8-10 hours of sleep a night. sleep deprivation is NOT cute, so please opt to sleep at an earlier time and rise at an earlier time as well

aside from what u consume, take care of ur health by taking supplements, drinking lots of teas, sleeping enough, stretching ur body, dry brushing, lymphatic drainage massage etc

MENTAL WELL BEING : september is suicide prevention month so i feel like now is an AMAZING time to bring up mental health and ways that u can improve ur mental state of being.

i always talk about self concept and i always will because self concept truly is the foundation of everything. ur whole entire life is literally ur mindset. keeping a positive outlook, meditating and practicing gratitude sounds cliche but it does wonders for ur happiness.

understand that its okay to NOT feel happy 24/7 because happiness is simply a feeling, and feelings are fleeting. they dont stay forever. i talked about the science of dopamine and what it does to ur brain in a previous post but some things that u can do to improve ur happiness levels are :

cutting back on social media and screen time in order to experience the world around you

surrounding urself with people who build you up

consuming social media that impacts ur mental health in a positive way

if u can, invest in therapy and if u can't do some shadow work, and based on ur discoveries with shadow work use the resources that u have (like youtube) to learn how to heal from ur trauma properly. healing isn't an overnight process, its a journey but it will DRASTICALLY improve ur quality of life.

find ways to cope and deal with ur emotions in a healthy way if ur going through a hard time, if ur going thru a REALLY hard time please go and seek help bcuz u dont deserve to live in a constant state of sadness, and if u ever need encouragement my inbox is always open 💗

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE : ur physical appearance can greatly impact ur quality of life also so here's some way to maximize ur looks:

sleep, drink water, and walk everyday - the best way to be pretty is to be healthy so make sure ur taking care of ur nutrition and ur sleep schedule

skincare - build a solid skincare routine and be consistent with it, do ur skincare RELIGIOUSLY 2x a day and dont touch ur face with ur hands unless ur washing ur face. double cleanse and dont forget to apply spf &lt;33

haircare - learn what ur hair texture is and watch influencers or people who share the same hair texture as u and watch how they take care of their hair. once u know ur hair type then ur hair will thrive and be healthy

clean nails, long or short its all a matter of preference but keep ur nails clean and done nicely

wearing clothes that fit and complement ur body nicely, get ur clothes tailored to fit ur body comfortably

take good care of ur hair to keep it healthy, and learn how to do ur hair in cute hairstyles.

lastly POSTURE will tie all of this together, ofc these categories were rly broad but u can totally look into them more to maximize ur own looks and beauty

i know dear peachie on youtube has AMAZING makeup tips especially if ur a beginner she can teach u a lot

GENERAL : this is just a broad category of helpful things that u can do to improve the quality of ur life.

manifestation : when u learn about the way that the world works and operates and how ur mind creates ur own reality u will literally step into the power of knowing that you create. start committing to ur dream life and learning about law of assumption

finding little things to be happy about : i feel my happiest when im consciously living. and what i mean about this most of us just live our lives on autopilot out of necessity or habit, but paying closer attention to our lives and our experiences and romanticizing our lives will improve the quality of ur life

decision making : make decisions that will give the quality of life that u wanna live. for the future, make decisions that are good for ur future self instead of just focusing on making decisions that only look good in that one moment. ofc this differs depending on the situation but make an effort to make smart decisions that'll set the foundation for ur future

go check out @prettieinpink for the next part of this post <;3

[itsmkjones]

Imagine: Sam forcing you to go to bed

Okay. So you'd gotten a little obsessive. And, sure, that tunnel vision drive had robbed you of a real night sleep for three days straight, resulting in unplanned naps at an hour intervals at most, adding up to two whole hours. But was it really fair that your body demanded sleep when Sam and Dean habitually did the same thing? And that's how you got to day four, hallucinating every time you looked at something too bright or too dark. 

"Y/n…?" Sam called out softly after coming into the room to see you staring blankly at your hand. "You alright?"

"Huh?" You could barely pay attention to him, much less summon the mental stamina to craft a proper response.

Sam hesitated. "I asked if you were alright…"

"Uh huh."

Sam glanced back, wondering if he should call for Dean, then decided to approach you first instead. "What's going on?"

"This spot on my wrist."

"Spot?" Sam blinked in surprise when you clumsily shoved your hand in his face. He gently took it wrist. "I see it. What about it?"

"It's a spider."

Sam's brows knitted. "What?"

"All spots are spiders."

"Uh…"

"Spider. Spider. Spider." You repeated, poking the visible moles on his skin. "It goes away when you touch it. Then reappears!"

"Are you high or something?"

"Let me take off your shirt." You didn't wait for permission, sliding your hands up his hard abs. You would have enjoyed it more if your brain didn't feel encased in cotton, but as a solid to your future self, you made sure to indulge in the experience.

"Why the hell are you taking off my shirt?" Sam's voice cracked as he startled back, hands wavering in the air, unsure of what to do.

"You have the cutest mole right… here." You caressed the curve of his neck.

Sam's breath hitched and his throat worked as he struggled to reply. "You didn't need to take my shirt off to see it- Y/n!"

You opportunistically slipped under his shirt, kissing the spot. "God, I've always wanted to do that."

"Have you been drinking?" Sam jumped back when your hand dipped under his jeans. "Jesus, Y/n! What the hell?"

You blinked at him, mind blanking. 

"Y/n?" Sam stepped forward cautiously when you didn't respond. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Yesterday maybe?" You felt yourself swaying, but it didn't feel dangerous even when Sam jerked forward to keep you upright.

"For how long?"

"I don't know math." You scowled indignantly. "How dare you, Winchester? -Like twenty minutes or something."

Sam sighed. "How long has it been since the last time you really slept?"

"Um…" You closed your eyes to think and the swaying got worse. "Anyways. Take off your pants."

"What? No." Sam frowned. "Try to concentrate for a second."

"How can I supposed to do that?" You whined shamelessly. "Real Y/n wants to see the goods!"

Sam flushed and it took clearing his throat twice to find his voice. "Real Y/n?"

You nodded. "Awake Y/n. Not sleepy Y/n." You grabbed his waistband. "There's a pot going on amongst hunters about how hung you are. I'll keep it a secret if you do, but shouldn't I know since we're friends? You can't keep secrets from your friends."

"Okay. Bedtime for you." Sam threw you over his shoulder when your fingers started to graze downward.

"I'm not sleepy." You pouted. "My brain is too awake."

"I'll give you warm milk or something. Just get into the bed and stop touching me." Sam's voice was hard. 

You stopped sliding your hands over the lines of his back muscles sulkily. "You're so bossy. Isn't it your fault that you're so damn fine? Take some responsibility! Coming out of the shower with nothing, but a towel on…"

"I didn't know you were there!"

"That doesn't make me not want to lick every damn drop of water off of you." You suddenly became cheerful. "Stay hydrated everyone."

"Please stop talking." Sam swallowed hard.

"I'll show you yours, if you show me mine." You offered.

"That's not-" Sam broke off with a sigh, then pushed open your bedroom door and set you down. "Get some sleep." He sighed again when you stared at him in blank confusion. "Sleep, Y/n. Please?"

"I forgot how the bed works." 

"You forgot…" Sam covered his eyes with his hands, scrubbing his face hard. "Go lay down."

You walked backwards until your legs hit the bed, then toppled inelegantly on the mattress. Sam's face fell. Begrudgingly, he scooped you up and laid you further back on the blankets. He rolled you up tightly in an impromptu swaddle before you could do anything else.

"I'm a burrito. Eat me."

"Go to sleep, Y/n."

"But you and Dean stay up all the time." Your face crumpled with a wave of sorrow.

Sam softened. "You aren't us." 

"But you won't want me anymore."

Sam's lips thinned with an empathetic smile. "We can talk about this later."

"You've got a cute mole by your nose too."

Sam turned off the light, but didn't leave. A moment later, you felt him sit next to you. "I never had anyone try to help me fall asleep, so I'm not really sure how to help you, but… I saw this in a movie once. A mom putting down her kid…"

You relaxed instantly as his fingers brushed back your hair in long, gentle strokes. Sam smiled at your satisfied hums.

"Good night, Y/n." Sam said softly when your breathing slowed.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

I messed up and I really need help. I bought a ball python a few weeks ago (the people at the pet store said they were really good first snakes) and she's not doing well at all. The pet store told me to keep her on a heat mat and her tank isn't getting warm enough, I can't get her to eat anything, and I can't get the humidity in her tank anywhere near where it's supposed to be. I don't know what to do, please help! I didn't know any of this stuff before I bought her and I feel way out of my depth here.

Okay, don't panic! We can only do the best we can with the information that we have, and snakes aren't intuitive pets when you're new to keeping reptiles. These are all very common issues that first-time snake owners with ball pythons run into, and they're all fixable.

Heat mats aren't my recommended heat source for ball pythons because they don't raise the ambient temperatures in the enclosure, which is the issue you're running into here. If you go grab a heat dome and a ceramic heat emitter, that'll raise your ambient temps to where they need to be.

Now! Humidity is a big challenge for new ball python owners, and it's fixable, too, but it might take a bit more work. If she's in an enclosure with a screen lid, I recommend taking a sheet of tinfoil and taping over at least half of the lid to keep some humidity in. Switch to a humidity-retaining substrate (cypress mulch and coconut husk are easy to find and work well!), and dump water directly into the substrate. That'll help a lot. Add some nice big water bowls (nothing wrong with using tupperware if that's what you've got), and make a humidity box so she'll always have a very humid area (cut a hole in the lid of a food storage container big enough for her to curl up in, then fill it with damp moss or damp paper towels), and you'll have a happy, well-hydrated snake!

Taking care of your husbandry problems are the first step to getting your snake to eat! Ball pythons are sensitive, so she most likely won't eat until she feels comfortable. Be patient - it's scary when your snake won't eat, but be sure not to offer food too frequently (no less than five days between offerings) so you don't stress her out. I recommend making sure she feels safe in her enclosure, as well - make sure you have at least two identical hides, one on either side of her enclosure! Snakes need to feel hidden and safe. Here's my guide on how to prepare food for snakes.

Your snake is probably going to be just fine, but since she's been too cold and probably at least a little dehydrated, it's a good idea to be on the lookout for any health problems, just in case. Look for heavy, open-mouthed breathing and listen for wheezing/clicking/popping noises, and if you notice them (or any other symptoms that make you concerned), get her to a vet ASAP.

Good luck, and please do let me know if you run into any problems or have questions. You're doing the right thing by asking for help, and the problems you're having are absolutely fixable! :)

[reivrze]

hi, miyu! i just found your blog today and INSTANT FOLLOW! i'm in awe because of your beautiful writings; the way you described the scenes like in the jay one, it gave me butterflies fr 😍🦋✨️i also appreciate and love that you spent your time putting cute and aesthetically pleasing designs in each of your content, it's so cute 💓💓💓

also, i see that you are accepting requests? if it's okay with you, can i request headcanons/reactions (whichever you think is better and easier to write) of how enha would show their support when their partners want to try something new? like picking up on new hobbies such as signing up for dancing classes, learning foreign languages and etc.? i'm currently picking up on a few new things myself and have been struggling to keep consistent 🤧 i hope you're having a great day and please stay safe and keep hydrated! 🙆🏻‍♀️

a/n : this is such a cute requests >.< the fact that this is my first ever request makes me so happy oml. legit called my friends bcuz i got excited ㅠㅠ i chose to go for a headcanons format since its what i find easier to do at the moment, so i hope you're satisfied :) i had a hard time coming up with what to write for heeseung and niki tbh lmao

pairing: enhypen x gender neutral!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none really

m.list !

— heeseung would find this new interest as a way to spend more time with you, with his overload of work, he'd want to pick up on whatever you do on your free time to be able to make up for all the times he had to reschedule a date because of work. this new hobby would definitely a bonding experience for the two of you.

rest of the members under the cut !

— jay would be the type to show his full support to anything you'd like to try, he wouldn't be able to hide his admiration. if your new hobby was something you did at home, like drawing or writing, he'd sit next to you and just watch you with those lovey dovey eyes he gets around you. but he also has this need to take care of you and makes sure you're balancing self-care and working.

— jake would be slightly competitive but not in a bad way! he'd want to try whatever you were trying out or get super curious about the lessons you'd be starting or the activity you were starting. he'd ask a lot of questions, trying to involve himself as much as he could and show his full support for you :)

— sunghoon isn't the best communicator, he gets shy whenever confronted to his feelings towards you, so his way of showing support would be through little actions and gifts. if you were starting new lessons, he'd write you a little good morning letter and wish you the best for your day. you can expect flowers on the kitchen counter for you when you get back home ( AHHH MY HEART &lt;3 )

— sunoo is your BIGGEST cheerleader !! i can't stop emphasizing the fact that this boy would literally be there for you through every step of whatever you were trying. he is on a mission to not let you give up. if you were attending new classes, he'd hide little notes in your notebooks giving you motivating words. just overall your own personal cheerleader

— jungwon's love towards you sometimes translates as him basically mothering you. he's very supportive of your choices and wants you to succeed but he can't help the need to want to make sure you're doing okay. this includes him having to physically pull you away from your work to take a break and eat something, to force you into drinking the required amount of water per day, and picking you up and putting you in bed to make sure you get enough sleep.

— niki likes to pretend he's fully grown and is able to do anything so when you told him you were starting a new activity, he became overly confident and would challenge you to who could have a better result (this is if your new hobby is something like drawing). other than his slight competitiveness, he loves to see you so determined to accomplish something and would find you working adorable.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #127

It's late where I live - almost midnight, and I'm very tired. J and I are on another road trip to PA. This time, he and I are going to fly the plane he got back home. After his shift at work, we drove for 4 hours to a place called Buffalo. We will drive the rest of the way to a place called Zelienople in the morning. Then we will fly back; J will be piloting the plane, of course. J is not yet used to flying this plane, but it's very similar to the one that he already knows well; he knows what he's doing, and I trust, without question or hesitation, that he will keep us safe. I'll be back in my house by this time tomorrow with LOTS of pictures to show you, so don't you worry about a thing, okay?

Br came over and I introduced her to the chocolate-cheddar cheese I got when we went to see the eclipse (it tastes like fudge; it's SO GOOD!), and that was pretty great! But I'm still pretty tired because I spent most of the day before the trip being emotional support for various folks. Some of the interactions challenged my boundary skills, but this is a good thing; we don't grow without some level of discomfort, and our boundary skills never improve if we don't get practice. I'm much better at it now than I used to be, and I'm looking forward to seeing where I'll be with this skill in another few years.

Since writing the letter to my inner child, I've had a lot more faith in my own ability to grow, change, and improve. It's kind of refreshing, actually. Self-loathing is kind of heavy, isn't it? I know I'll probably have days when I'll get a setback, but I've already grown enough in other ways to be very familiar with that phenomenon. One of the most important things one must remember when having a setback is that having a setback, in and of itself, means that there has been progress, and progress can be reproduced over and over and over again until it sticks. Human brains are learning machines, after all. I hope you'll put all the effort you can into learning how to genuinely love and care for yourself; it's one of the most important things you can do.

Oh! I made myself a strawberry rooibos tea today, too! Normally I like to drink black tea or green tea, but today I wanted to limit my caffeine consumption somewhat; caffeine dehydrates a body, and I've been struggling to keep hydrated lately for some reason; figured the thing to do, at least for today, is to try not to make my body use water to cleanse the caffeine from my system. Here's how today's turned out...

This one starts out orange-ish, and then resolves into a lovely shade of red:

I added some creamed honey; it settles to the bottom quite nicely:

And from there, I added heavy cream:

...I think you might like this flavor. It's like strawberries and cream; it's sweet and tart and very milky in flavor. Sometimes I think about combining this one with the vanilla-rose black tea (which is another one I think you'd absolutely love). I'll do that soon and tell you all about it, okay?

I don't have much else to say today; I'm pretty drained. But I do have a lot of pictures I took for you while we drove, simply because I know you like nature. I'll show you the ones that turned out best. It'll be mostly pictures of the sky, though; we didn't get moving until like 6pm-ish, so the lighting wasn't great for general scenery...

...Hey Sephiroth? Next time you're up in the sky, I hope you'll make it a point to dance merrily amongst the sun-drenched clouds - especially during dawn or during sunset, when they're painted in all sorts of vibrant colors; their kaleidoscopic brilliance would look amazing reflected off of you, I'm sure. And maybe you'd have fun, too.

That's all I've got for you today. Thanks for tagging along with me on this brief adventure. Please remember that there are folks here who like to imagine that the prismatic colors splashed upon the clouds by the morning and evening sun are the same as the ones that radiate from the deepest parts of your soul.

I love you. I'll write again soon. Please stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

You can do this request when you feel up to it, i hope you have had some water and are well <3 May i please see some Killer Croc with a masseuse s/o or s/o who does massages? They are really quiet, shorter than him and will just silently reach over and help straighten his posture or wordlessly crack/massage his fingers/hands. I have a bad habit of randomly flexing my own fingers and there will be an audible "crrk", maybe his thoughts on this too? Thank you ^^ (english isn't my first language so i am sorry if i missed something in your rules)

"Crumbling Crocodile" Killer Croc x Masseuse S/O

No problem at all, you're good ♡ I'm definitely doing better and trying to stay hydrated! I also crack my fingers/knuckles and my back so... RELATABLE.

TW: none

People were always surprised to learn about Waylon's partner. Given his gruff nature in the past, they expected someone rough around the edges or with an attitude to match his. Yet he steps to the side and reveals this soft and quiet person who works massaging people for a living.

Maybe it was better for him. Being such a big guy that sometimes has to lean to get into doorways, he doesn't always have the best posture. Nor does he take great care of his body given his career. Yet, it was the way his partner wordlessly reached over and placed their hand flat on his back and shoulders... for him to sit up straight.

There were times when they massaged his back and his spine would crick and crack next to their palms. It alarmed him at first, it was a sound he associated with something breaking- But the relief was instantly felt and he learned to relax into it.

When they started doing his hands, he thought they were going to hold them- cute. It's not something people do often with hi- JESUS CHRIST did his finger just pop? Did you just pop that shit out? He's cracked his knuckles before when fighting but he's never had someone do that on purpose to him. When he sees them, small and not a fighter do it, his eyes go wide and he has a minor panic. Please don't hurt yourself! Is that okay to just go slinging your bones around like that?

He looks at them like they're a witch. They explain that the "popping" is really just air trapped between bones and that, as long as it's not excessive or done by someone irresponsible, it could even be beneficial. The massage into the muscle of his hand that followed was heavenly. This is new territory for him but it's not something he's going to complain about.

He isn't the type to just ask for a massage even if his partner is a professional. Too needy and what if they think he's spoiled? They'll have to just lure him into the bedroom when he complains about being too sore and work those kinks right out ;)

[pastel-peach-writes]

When Rain Falls On Your Window, I'll Be There | Caitlyn Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of what Caitlyn would do when you're sad + how she makes you feel better

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Headcanons, Fluff, Lower Case Intended (i cant be bothered), Not Proofread, Minor Suggestive Content, Pet Names

– for caitlyn, figuring out when you're sad is easy. sure, you may try to it and you may isolate yourself, but caitlyn sees right past you.

– first, she looks into your eyes. those gorgeous eyes of yours. they usually light up when you talk about something you like or when she walks into a room. when she noticed there was no "light-up", she knew something was up.

– when she can, she'll try to get you alone to talk about your feelings.

– having to talk about them in front of people was hard. that she knew. she wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible.

"hey love?" caitlyn's voice is quiet as she walks to you. she puts a hand on your shoulder, letting her long fingers graze your shoulder blade. "are you okay? i noticed something was up." "i'm okay." you look up from your fingers. your gaze meets here'. she frowns. you were most definitely not okay.

– once she can get you to express your feelings or when tears fall uncontrollably, caitlyn stops talking and pulls you in for a tight embrace.

– people think caitlyn is usually the type to talk you through emotional breakdowns. many, "shhh, its okay" and "its alright, sweetheart", but, caitlyn isn't that type.

– when someone's comforting her, she doesn't want an "its okay" or "its gonna get better". she wants someone who's going to hold her and listen. how do they know it's going to get better if they don't know the situation?

– caitlyn typically likes to hold you with your head on her chest and her arms around you. even if you're taller than her, (gah DAMN), she wants to make you feel small and protected. she's your protector and she wants to make that clear in these moments. she also rubs small circles on your back.

– if you're a crier that talks at the same time, caitlyn will nod to let you know she's listening. additionally, she'll wipe some tears off your cheeks.

– if you're someone that prefers to cry then talk, she'll be completely silent as you cry. she'll kiss the top of your head, rock you back and forth, and try not to cry with you. its hard not to when your tears echo throughout the room.

– whichever crier you are, afterward, caitlyn will get you fresh glass of water. you like yours iced? you got it. you like yours room temperature? you got it. you like yours in your emotional support water bottle that's never been cleaned since you got it and is probably covered in stickers? you got it!!

– she always stresses to hydrate you after a cry session.

– "you just cried, darling, you need water!" "but you lost all that water, you need to hydrate." "please drink some water. its okay if it's only a sip."

– you think its cute how much she tries to give you water. granted, she always did that. she wanted to make sure you were fed and well taken care of. especially if you find it hard to take care of yourself sometimes.

– if youre not the crying type; maybe you're the angry-punch-inanimate-object or yelling type, she'll be there to calm you down before things go too far.

– "love, instead of punching the pillow, why don't you go box with vi instead?" "honey, I love that you're expressing yourself verbally, but maybe can we take it down a notch? it's 3 am."

– though she's redirecting those negative feelings elsewhere, she never wants to make you feel like she "can't handle" you being upset or "can't stand" when you are.

– everyone has emotions. everyone has feelings. right or wrong, the way you're feeling is perfectly natural and valid.

– though she's redirecting those negative feelings elsewhere, she never wants to make you feel like she "can't handle" you being upset or "can't stand" when you are.

– everyone has emotions. everyone has feelings. right or wrong, the way you're feeling is perfectly natural and valid.

[ghoulangerlee]

I wish you’d write a fic where someone gets a little distracted by someone else at dinner, but they have to keep it lowkey of course

anon please accept this offer of Swiss/Aeon

aeon's misusing his magic again to mess with swiss, but swiss isn't complaining much :) mildly mean dom aeon my beloved. this is a game to the two of them even if swiss is like "behave you fiend"

it's mostly suggestive as to what exactly is happening, no actual sex but lowkey Swiss is getting the railing of his life after dinner

-

Pack dinners were always few and far in between on tour, either they were too tired to do more than order room service or raid the vending machines of whatever hotel they were staying in or they were shuffled onto the bus to travel to the next city.

In the rarer times, they were able to order takeout to have delivered to their room or bus and they'd sit around and eat together before settling in for the night.

Tonight, however, they were able to find the time to settle down for a proper dinner tonight, a little hole in the wall place somewhere in the south of the US; Swiss didn't really know the name of it, nor did he really care.

It wasn't the best, the table they were at was located back near the entrance to the kitchen, two smaller ones shoved together and the lights sort of flickered and cast a shadow over the entire area, but there were drinks and food and his pack surrounding him, all buzzing from the adrenaline of a good show so he was happy. He was content.

Down the table a bit, Copia was talking loudly with Dew and Cumulus, sharing a tidbit about something he'd seen before the show that the others had missed and Cirrus, who was leaned tiredly against Cumulus's shoulder kept interjecting to ask him questions to rile him up, his face going a bit pink as adrenaline and the cheap wine started to get to him.

It was pretty cute and Swiss wouldn't be surprised if Copia cut the dinner short to duke it out with Cirrus somewhere more private.

He picks his drink up and takes a long sip of it, he's alternating between a coke and a glass of water, trying to hydrate himself properly after sweating so much for the last several hours; as he places it down, there's a gust of something cold against his ankle.

Swiss glances around the restaurant, the air conditioning in this place wasn't the best, and it definitely wasn't blowing under the table, and maybe just maybe he was just tired and ready to sleep off the exhaustion of a full day, maybe he was just imagining the curl of something cold around his ankle.

It happens again when he goes to pick up his fork, this time higher, curling around his calf oh so carefully, tickling the skin there for a moment as it travels higher, becomes almost tangible against his skin.

He presses his lips together and looks around the table, his eyes flitting between each of his packmates, none of them really paying attention to him and he frowns a little, wondering what could be causing the—

Aeon's grinning at him from across the table, his chin resting on his palm, in his other hand he holds a fork, casually twirling some spaghetti around it and when he notices Swiss looking at him, he winks.

Swiss narrows his eyes at Aeon, bares his teeth at him as that cold, creeping magic works its way further up his leg, settling against his inner thigh and he clenches his hand around the fork, mouthing a behave at him.

Aeon raises an eyebrow at him, a defiant look on his face as he watches Swiss, lifting his fork up to his mouth to take a bite of his spaghetti.

When Aeon tilts his head, Swiss feels the magic squeeze tight around his thigh—it's cold enough to make him shiver, his own hand shaking just a little bit as he tries to ignore it, scooping up a small amount of mashed potatoes on his fork. He's not really too interested in the food right now, not when Aeon's giving him that look the one that promises things later on once they're alone.

"Hey Swiss, you okay?" Mountain's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he startles a bit, looking away from the maddening swirl of violet in Aeon's eyes.

"Wh-huh?" Swiss asks, already feeling a little light headed as Aeon's magic settles around him, "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired. I think after we leave here I'm gonna turn in for the night."

Mountain gives him a look, one that says he's not buying it, but he doesn't push and goes back to eating, drawn back into a conversation with Aurora and Rain.

Swiss's eyes cut over to Aeon again and he glares at him, bares his teeth once more before chewing through an overcooked piece of steak, trying his best to ignore the way the magic seems to cover him like a blanket, a cold and stinging sensation teasing both of his nipples—the touch feeling like fingers plucking at them until they're both sore and overstimulated.

Sometime between the magic settling against his chest and it teasing and touching across his skin oh so carelessly, Swiss forgets that he's supposed to be putting up a fight, hunching a bit as he leans into the touch, burying his face in both of his hands, muffling a moan into a fake yawn that doesn't sound very convincing even to his own ears.

Careful baby, you might let on what's happening to you Aeon's voice echoes in his mind, teasing and warm, We can't have them knowing that I'm playing with you like this, can we?

Swiss doesn't deem that good enough to reply to, he just focuses on keeping his breathing even enough to look as if he's taking a short nap, closing his eyes for a bit to rest them while the rest of the pack finish up their meals.

He thinks he hears Dew say something about dessert and briefly wonders if he could just shift into his more demonic true form now to ruin the dinner and get them out of here faster.

"I think dessert is a lovely idea," Copia says, his voice a little slurred from too much wine, "Something sweet to end the night, we've got time, we're not due to our next location for a few days anyway."

Swiss chances a glance up to where Copia's seated, leaning heavily against Dew as the two of them share a menu, perusing over the desserts and he has to bite his tongue hard when the magic teasing at his nipples twists around them, pinching hard enough to make him jump.

"Let's have a nice night together," Copia continues, completely oblivious to Swiss's current predicament, "It's not often we're able to enjoy a meal together like this while traveling, so let's make the most of it, yeah?"

Around the table, there's cheering coming from the rest of the ghouls, even Aeon sticks two fingers into his mouth and blows out a whistle loud enough to make a few of the other tables look at them.

Looks like you'll have to be good for a bit longer, baby, Aeon coos softly into his mind, oh so sweet and saccharine. There's a hint of steel in his voice and something in Swiss yearns for it, to be good, to do good for Aeon.

Yes sir, Swiss finally answers back, though he feels every single nerve in his body is alight. I'll be good.