I have a headcanon why Dawn doesn’t wear pants, despite Sinnoh being cold af: her mom told her to put some pants on before going on her journey (because it’s cold outside duh) but she was like “nah it’s fine” and left and like after a few days she regretted it but was to stubborn to go back and admit that her mom was right, so she just kept going pantsless through all of Sinnoh until she beat the pokemon league
just so she wouldn’t have to admit that her mom was right
It was fucking amazing. Drop your shit, put on some fucking pants and go see IT.
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It was late and not many members were around so Jin talked you into his pleasurable needs, only if you promised to keep quiet. He began kissing you deeply as he hovered above you, holding his body up with his right hand as his other hand gently moved from your shoulder, down your torso and to your thigh, lightly brushing your skin and sending adrenaline through your body. His lips never leaving yours as he slowly grinded his hips into you while holding you as close as he could get you. Suddenly the door flung open to reveal one of the boys. As you covered your face from embarrassment, Jin stayed on top of you and simply glared at the figure that soon began fumbling for the door handle before leaving.
“Are they gone?”
“Yeah” He giggles at your cuteness. “May we continue?” He smirks.
Yoongi / Suga
You and Yoongi were under the assumption that the dorms would be completely empty, leaving only you two to do whatever your hearts desired. In this case it was simple kisses that soon turned into deeper kisses and the lose of some clothes. You slowly leaned back on the sofa while Yoongi hovered over you, his hand gently grazed over your bare skin. Your eyes fluttered shut as he trailed soft kisses down your neck and began to grind his hips into yours. Every touch made your heart beat faster but when you heard voices on the other side of the front door, you and Yoongi scrambled for your shirts before calmly sitting back onto the sofa.
“Hello friends! What did you guys do while we were gone?”
“Watched movies.” You both say in unison.
He hadn’t seen you all day and in Hobi-time, that’s forever. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and shower you with kisses but when he came back to the dorms early and found you in nothing but his t-shirt and his favorite pair of your panties on, his plans became dirtier. You jumped and pulled out your earbuds as a pair of arms snaked around your waist while you stood in the kitchen. Hobi quickly told you how much he missed you before he spun you around and hungrily placed a passionate kiss upon your lips. You smiled slightly, knowing where this was going when he lifted you onto the counter and moved his hand onto your thighs. Hoseok pulled away from you as soon as he heard his friends walk through the door. You jumped off the counter and looked at each other as pink flushed your cheeks.
“O-ooh, We- we’re sorry.”
“Yeah I- I’m just gunna go, p-put on some pants…” You mutter.
Namjoon / Rap Monster
Late nights with Namjoon were always fun as you both would chill out in his room and talk about stupid things or watch old movies. Tonight was just like every other night until you felt him squeeze your thigh. Knowing this was one of your weaknesses, Joonie continued teasing you until you had enough and straddled his lap. He smirked before giving you a small peck that grew into a deeper, more passionate kiss. His fingers intertwining with the roots of your hair as he guided your hips against his. Your head moved from his when you both heard the door handle jiggle. Joonie’s head fell back out of annoyance before he lifted you off of himself and went to answer the door.
“Stay here babygirl, You’re not getting away that easily.”
He finally had you all to himself and wanted to make the most of it. Jimin layed you on his bed as he hovered over you, tracing lines on your hips and kissing you deeply. His kisses began at your lips but then he started taking them to your neck, then to your chest and down to your stomach, making sure you leave light marks everywhere. He slowly removed your bottoms before kissing your thighs as he grew dangerously close to your core. His hands holding you close as he made his way back to your lips. He fell to your side when someone opened the door abruptly, causing you to jerk up and hug your knees to your chest. Jimin quickly got up, trying to divert the guy’s eyes.
“Yah!? What do you want?”
Taehyung / V
Tae was feeling needy and desperate. He had twenty minutes before stage so he took it upon himself to search for his girlfriend, which is why you’re currently laying on a couch in his dressing room trying to suppress your moans as he continues to tease your folds with his fingers. Watching you whimper was always one of his favorite sights but he needed more so he began to leave love bites down your torso. Tae quickly got off of you and threw a blanket onto you to cover you up when he hear the door handle rattle. Before he got to it, the door swung open revealing a few of the boys.
“We’re busy, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
He couldn’t take it any longer. It was hot as hell in the dorms and the longer he watched your movements, the way your clothes stuck to your body, the bigger his problem became. Finally he got up before standing behind you and whispering “meet me in my room, now.” As soon as you walked threw the door, Jungkook pressed you against it, closing it in the process as his lips attacked yours. His hands quickly found the bottom off your shirt before he removed the fabric from your body. His hips pinning you against the door, making sure you can feel him. Suddenly the door opened, hitting you before closing again.
“Oh, whoops! Hey, you guys okay? I heard the door slam?”
“Y- yeah! We’re fine. Don’t worry about it Jin-hyung.”
Ice cream for breakfast leads to something sweeter.
Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, making out, explicit smut quickie, hunting injury. WC: 1669 On AO3
A/N: This is for @atari-writes Birthday Challenge- Happy Birthday! Prompts are L and #8 in bold. And for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge,Prompt #52 from Never Been Kissed in bold italics.
It’d been a rough hunt. Sam, Dean, and I had been ambushed by more vamps than we expected, and barely made it out of there alive. Two hundred miles later we were home and as the Impala rolled into the garage I slowly opened my eyes. Dean turned the car off and looked over his shoulder.
“Wake up, sweetheart. We’re home.” He opened the driver’s side door and crawled out before opening the backdoor. “Can you walk by yourself?”
You punched the elevator down button and lucky for you, it was already stationed on your floor from when you came up earlier. You ran in, hit the lobby button and kept slamming the side of your fist on the Door Close button until you saw the elevator doors start to close. You caught a glimpse of Sebastian’s face as the door closed. You couldn’t read it. You gave yourself a moment to lean against the wall of the elevator and catch your breath. Once the elevator dinged, the door opened and you forced your legs to move underneath you.
Summary: You’re a demon in Hell that wants to serve one of the most legendary badasses you’ve ever heard of; Dean Winchester. The famed hunter, who wore the Mark of Cain, only to be turned into a demon. All this pent up rage and lack of fucks to give, Dean is more than happy to have a willing demon hanging on his every word.
“Run that by me again?” Dean slowly turned to you, swirling his glass of whiskey.
“Well, sir, I just know that a man of your power…you need a loyal servant.”
Dean just stared at you for a moment. His eyes never moved, but you could see the wheels turning in his head. Slowly sipping his whiskey, he let the warm heat rise in his body before he answered.
Sins of the Flesh | Jungkook Werewolf AU | SMUT/angst | part 1?
A/n: … I have no shame… sexual content. Some choking. Not much werewolf stuff, but I’m thinking of doing a part 2. Let me know what you think~ Words: 2, 918
Your phone ringing woke you up, but it wasn’t unexpected. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw it was Jungkook. This was nothing new, he would call you any hour of the day, if he had something to say to you, with no consideration of if you were working, sleeping, or on a date.
Speaking of your problematic best friend, you’d been having the nicest dream of his head between your thighs. Over the past month or so you’d been having fantasies about him, but you assumed they would fade with time if you didn’t act on them. So, you put your phone under your pillow and huffed, hoping to fall back into your deep sleep, and the dream that had your mind groggy with arousal.
Until you heard the pounding on the front door.
“What the fuck?” You sat up, reaching under your pillow for your phone, right as it lit up once again with Jungkook’s name. You quickly answered his call as the beating on the door got louder.
“Kookie, there’s someone-” Your quiet tone was cut off.
“Open the door, Y/n,” Jungkook nearly growled into the phone, causing your breath to catch. What was going on? The beating on the door had stopped when you answered the phone.
“What is happening? Is that you beating down my door? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You heard him sigh and take a deep breath before speaking.
“Will you just come open the door? Please? I need to talk to you.” You started to answer him before realizing he’d hung up. Grumbling, you threw the blankets off of you and stood up, checking the time. 2:18 AM. You rolled your eyes and began walking towards the door, flipping on the lamp in your living room, filling the room up with dim yellow lighting. At the door, you threw it open to reveal your sweaty best friend, panting and leaning on the door frame for support.
“Jungkook, what-” Once again you were cut off by Jungkook, but this time in a different way. As soon as you’d made eye contact you saw his pupils grow very large, to the point that they were a bit scary. He charged into your home, shutting the door and pushing you up against it and before you knew what was happening he was in your face, angry.
“You have got to be fucking joking,” he spat at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. “I came here to ask for your help. I was going to- fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair, looking up to the ceiling before meeting your eyes again. Jungkook took a shaky breath, starting again. “I was going to explain some things to you, but I get here and you smell like this?”
“Were you asleep?” He stuck his face into the crook of your neck, one hand on the door beside your head. He inhaled deeply a few times, and without moving from his position, began speaking again. “What were you dreaming about?” His hot breath on your neck made you shudder, which in turn made him chuckle darkly. You were still frozen in place, your eyes wide.
“W-what are you doing? What’s gotten into you?” Your voice sounded breathless and weak. He lifted his head and made eye contact with you once more.
“Y/n,” he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear. He was watching your face under heavy lids. “I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered, his lips just centimeters from your own. Before you could say anything he pressed his mouth to yours, his hand leaving the door to grip the back of your neck firmly, the other hand resting on the small of your back.
For just a moment, you reciprocated. For a moment, you let yourself get lost in one of your fantasies, lost in the way he was pressing his body closer and closer to yours, seemingly desperate for your touch. When your hands tangled in his hair and tugged, he groaned into your mouth. Somehow, that sound brought you back into the present moment. You caught him off guard, shoving him off you and glaring at him. He took a step toward you, agitation clear on his face, but you jogged away, putting distance between you.
“Jeon Jungkook! What has gotten into you? Why.. why are you acting this way?” You’d regained some amount of sanity, assessing him from across the room. He stopped stalking towards you like some kind of predator, instead opting to rake his eyes all the way down your body. He started with your messy hair, moved down over your heaving chest, and stopped where your large black t-shirt met the top of your thighs. “Jungkook!” His dark gaze went back up to yours. “Care to tell me what yhe hell is going on?” He blinked a few times and then looked away from you, his jaw clenched.
He ran a hand over his face, groaning loudly. Without looking at you, he walked to the couch and sat down, still refusing to make eye contact. You took a moment to assess him, now that he wasn’t looking at you. Some of his hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead, the same sweat that made his black, silky button up shirt cling to his muscular frame in the best way imaginable. Of course this was tucked into skin tight black jeans. Those were the only pants he seemed to own, ones that accentuated his muscular thighs. Bringing it all together, a pair of black combat boots. You tried to remember when he started wearing all black all the time, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t an issue though, because he looked good enough to eat.
Shaking your head, you started to make your way over to him. As soon as your legs began moving, his head turned towards you and he frowned, stopping you in your tracks.
“Go put some pants on, please,” he said in a gravelly tone.
“Oh… right. Okay,” you mumbled, turning and rushing out of the room. “What the fuuuuuuck,” you whispered once your door was shut behind you. Your hands were a little shaky as you slid on some leggings, taking a deep breath before returning to the living room. Jungkook was like a statue, staring straight ahead with his hands in his lap. You sat beside him, giving him about a foot of space between you. “So, erm,” you began awkwardly, unsure of where to look. “You said there was something you wanted to talk about?”
He didn’t respond, instead he continued to stare straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge you. You shifted towards him, placing a hand on his thigh to draw his attention to you. He went rigid, his eyes going down to your hand. He stared at it, and you stared at him, thoroughly confused.
“Jungko-” He grabbed your wrist with one hand, using the other to push you down into the couch. He brought your other wrist above your head, holding them there with one hand and using his other arm to hold himself above you. His body was pressed against yours and the air was thick with tension as he stared down at your flushed face. That’s when he unexpectedly let out a loud whine, pushing his face back into your neck.
“Why are you doing this to me?” He murmured into your neck, sounding defeated. He was quiet for a moment, just breathing. Then you felt his tongue on your neck, working in small circles. Then his teeth, nipping gently. When he bit a certain spot you let out a small moan, your body arching up into his. He pulled back to grin at you. “Who knew you were so responsive, Y/n?”
“Shut up and let go of my arms,” you grumbled, pinching his arm as soon as your hands were free. He only laughed, moving back into your neck. You didn’t stop to think about the repercussions of your actions as you slid one hand into his hair, the other onto his arm to grip his bicep. When your nails dug into his arm he moaned, the sound making your lace underwear grow damp with arousal. He froze for just a second, taking a deep breath and shuddering against you. You moved so that your legs were on either side of his, the hem of his jeans pressing against your core. On your thigh you felt his hard length, so you teased him by lifting your hips up to press against his.
“Y/n-ah,” he groaned out your name. Your plan to tease him backfired when he began dry humping you with slow, hard thrusts against your core. You gasped loudly before your mouth was covered with his own, working hotly against your lips. His tongue was in your mouth, roughly exploring before tangling against yours wildly. The kiss was animalistic, with him pressing into you as close as he could, his hips rocking in tiny thrusts, just enough to stimulate your clit. To say he had thoroughly wrecked you would be an understatement.
“J-Jungkook,” you mumbled, separating your lips and turning away from his face to try and break away for a moment. He only moved back to your neck, one hand coming up to play with your sensitive chest through your t shirt. He pinched one of the sensitive buds, thrusting against you particularly roughly at the same time. “Fuck! Jungkook, please,” you yelled out before remembering why you broke away from him in the first place. “Wait.” He stopped on your command, looking at you with hooded eyes. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He smirked, not saying anything in return as he stood up. You let out a squeal as you felt yourself lifted into the air and thrown over his shoulder.
“I’ve never told you this, but I’ve thought it many times. You have a fantastic ass,” he said, slapping it on the way to your room. He tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “Strip,” he ordered, snapping you out of your stare that was fixed on his muscular abdomen. You made quick work of lifting your shirt above your head and lying back to wiggle out of your leggings. As soon as you tossed your panties away he was on you again, running his hands over any part of you he could reach. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? You smell so fucking good right now. I want to eat you up… but that’ll have to wait for another time,” he growled in your ear, sliding off of you and flipping you onto your side.
Jungkook had always been extra gentle with you, this side of your friend was totally new to you. He just tossed you however he liked, moving you to fit his needs. He was behind you, lifting one of your legs up and resting it over his own. To be honest, you’d never been in this position, his chest flush to your back, his breath hot in your ear. You were totally exposed, breath coming in quick gasps.
“Are you ready for me?” His voice was a whisper, one hand running from the knee that was propped up on his legs to your inner thigh, pausing before moving where you needed him most. “So wet, just for me.” He rubbed your clit in slow circles, reveling in the way you groaned out his name. “You were already wet when I got here, I could smell it.” Smell it? You were confused, but before you could voice your question he continued. “Why? Weren’t you sleeping?”
“I- I was dreaming,” you managed to get out, your hips trying to push forward into his hand. You shut your eyes tight, embarrassed at the words leaving your mouth. “I was dreaming about you- about your mouth- Jungkook please!” He was moving his hand faster, pressing his hard cock against your ass, trying to find some kind of friction. “I need you inside me, please,” you moaned out and he froze, removing his hand from your clit.
He grabbed his erection and you felt him pump it a few times before sliding it up against your slit, the head resting against your clit. He was teasing you.
“What did you say you wanted? I didn’t hear you.”
“You- your cock inside me. Please, Jungkook. Don’t tease me. I need you so badly.” You were on the verge of tears. Your words had some affect on him because he stopped all movement, then his hand went back to his dick, lining it up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, moaning loudly at the sensation. Your breath was caught in your throat, the pleasure overwhelming. “Oh, Kookie.”
“Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight,” he whined, moving slowly, letting you get used to his size. He was filling you up perfectly, and you felt each slow thrust down to your toes. He started to speed up, his mouth going back to your ear. “Is it good? Is this what you want?”
“Yes, Jungkook. S-so good.” His forearm pressed against your thigh, holding you in place, and you felt his hand sliding down from your belly, over your mound, before pressing two fingers against your clit. You yelled out his name, making him grunt and move faster. The way he was pounding into you was jarring your body, creating friction where his hand was pressing down on you. “It’s too much- I- ah!” He started thrusting into you ever faster, his breath hot on your ear.
“Are you close? Do you want to come all over my cock?” You let out a loud moan, nodding. His other arm that had been under you began to move, coming around so that his hand was on your neck. He started to squeeze lightly, constricting your air flow. You were jerking wildly agsinst him, the pleasure too much to handle. Jungkook gripped your neck tighter and you closed your eyes, something inside you snapping.
Your orgasm rocked through you and you let out a silent scream, Jungkook still pounding into you. Your walls clenched his cock over and over as you rode out your orgasm. When he released your neck you gasped for air, seeing stars. He pulled out of you, climbing over you and flipping you onto your back. You watched in a daze and he pumped himself with quick strokes, occasionally digging his thumb into the tip.
“Spread your legs, let me see you.” You just nodded, spreading your thighs so he could see the mess he’d made of you. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” His eyes rolled back into his head and you sat up quickly, swatting his hand away and taking him into your mouth. “Jesus, y/n! Just like that,” he moaned, grabbing a fist full of your hair and thrusting into your mouth. Tears started falling from your eyes and you gagged, but you ignored the pain and focused on your breathing. He came hard, rocking his hips into your abused throat. You swallowed the bitter, salty liquid as it shot out. He finally pulled out and bent down, pulling you into a sweet kiss. “Wow.”
He pulled you down onto the bed with him, pulling you into his chest.
“We need to get cleaned up,” he murmured, but your eyes were alrwady closed.
Jungkook shook you awake, and you opened your eyes, shutting them immediately and groaning at the bright light. You heard him curse and then gently push you off him. He got up off the bed and you opened your eyes and smiled at the sight of him getting dressed. Something was wrong, though. Your smile slipped away as you noticed his body language and his angry muttering.
“Kookie? What’s wrong?” You wrapped the bedsheet around you, standing up and walking behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shoved it away angrily. “Jungkook?”
“How could I have done something so stupid? I can’t stop fucking up. All I do is make mistakes,” he grunted angrily. He buttoned his shirt and turned to face you. “Why did I do it? I’m such an idiot.”
To say you felt hurt by his words would be an understatement. A mistake? Stupid? You turned away when you felt tears gathering in your eyes. He called to you but you ignored him, picking up your clothes and getting dressed in the bathroom. A few tears slipped out and you took a deep breath, wiping them away. He was standing where you left him, looking utterly miserable beside the bed.
“I want you to leave Jungkook.” You wouldn’t look at him.
“Leave? Why? I still need to talk to you.” He sounded confused but you didn’t bother to explain, instead pushing him backwards, making him almost lose his footing.
“Just go. I get it. You made a mistake. It was stupid. Now leave. I don’t want to look at your face.” You’d started to cry. “Damn it. Just go.”
“Wait! That’s not-”
“Get out, Jungkook!” You were almost screeching. It was silent for a few seconds.
“Fucking fine. I’ll go. But we’re not done here,” Jungkook said angrily. He spun on his heel, slamming your front door on his way out.
You took a deep breath, sitting down on your bed with a sigh. The crying started slowly, progressing into violent sobs that racked your frame. How the fuck had you let this happen?
…should I do a part 2? I want to… I want it to have more werewolf-y stuff in it
A/N: About a month or so ago, my house was being remodeled to sell. I made a post about how it gave me a need to write David and Killian as handymen, and a few folks seemed interested in the idea. So, instead of updating one of my many WIPs, I did… this. It is silly and a little smutty and full of bad puns and innuendo. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If not… then go yell at @tnlph because she read the beginning part and egged me on.
Emma always thought of her apartment as quirky and charming. It had character. It’s… okay, it’s kind of a dump. But it’s hers and she liked it the way it is and had no intention of changing it. That is, until her building all of a sudden went co-op, meaning her quirky little rent-controlled rat hole is about to be a gentrified, mortgage-requiring nightmare that she simply can’t afford on her bail bondsperson income.
To add insult to injury, the new co-op board is making her fix the place up so they can sell it out from under her. They had the decency to offer her reimbursement for some of the renovation expenses, but damn. After the fourth general contractor laughed in her face when she told him the budget, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
Well, besides whiskey drinking and late-night google searching.
It is in the throes of these activities that she finds them: Handy Helpers. Two guys, three hands, everything you need for your home improvement project. It doesn’t occur to her until much later that there’s a numerical irregularity in that advertisement.
Prompt: What happens when a weirdo villain makes a thoughts shifter and you are with Damian?
A/N : Sorry for the lack of writing, I haven’t been mentally well to write stuff (to not make personal memories), but anyway I hope you like this one, and again sorry ||Grammar… yup.
Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader ft. Damian
Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendos, like super short smut or maybe just like two lines (LOL), fluff.
“You are like the worst villain ever, why do you even bother in trying?” you brother asked the weird guy in front.
Yes, you brother was right, why on Earth this creepy guy wanted to do things so… bad, like really this dude got the worst of the ideas every fucking time. A fucking machine to make everyone think in cheese…what the fuck it’s his fucking problem?, you don’t know, but mostly his machines or weapons are based on human brains, so this evening was something more creative at least, but dumb.
“You are too dumb to understand! Our brains control everything! how are lives work, how we-”
“Yeah- yeah, you have gave us that chat before, we know. we’re taking you to Arkham…again” you told him as you placed a tape on his mouth.
He was still mumbling incoherent things as you waited for your family to arrive so they could bring with them the Gotham Police and take this weirdo out of your sight.
“What is he saying?” Damian asked you as you eyed the weird guy trying to speak.
“Like, you really want to know?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, we have plenty of time for ourselves, and there nothing we can do in here! it’s boring!” Damian said with despair.
“Well, maybe we can look around, this guy may have many toys” you smiled at your little brother.
He didn’t need anything more to go and search in the weird guy’s place. Apparently your ‘villain’ was tired enough to keep fighting against the restrains and the tape, so he was just quiet in the floor.
“Hey! look at this! I’m Brainy! Hands up, I’ll make you think about Super Boy!” Damian yelled at you as he pointed with a strange gun.
“Oh my god! Anything but that guy!” You acted like if you were losing the fight against your brother.
“I know you love him, so this must be a wish come true! ” Damian chuckled and then he placed the gun on the floor again.
“Sure thing, I love how he crush the life out of me when he hugs me, and even more, I love more his family, so cutie pies” you told him with a roll of your eyes.
“Come over here!” Damian said as he faced a really weird machine.
“What the heck is this?” you asked with a frown as your hands mocked the machine in front.
“Don’t know, but let me guess, this thing makes something with your brain” Damian told you with a chuckle.
“Hmm, it looks old, maybe it’s doesn’t even work anymore” you said as you analyzed the board in front.
“Well, we can try and turn it on” Damian said as he plugged the thing.
“Look, I could totally tell you that this is the worst idea ever” you told Damian with your arms crossed.
“You’re such a princess” Damian told you with a scoff as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“ 'Am not ”
“Yes you are”
“I am not a princess”
“Prove it then!”
And that easily you made what you thought to let the machine come to life once again and suddenly the machine made a strange noise and a blinding light came to life, Damian and you fell in the ground in matter of seconds.
“The heck was that!?” you asked more to yourself as you got up.
“I don’t know, but I have a headache now” Damian told you as he rubbed his face with his hands.
“Birds we arrived, where are you two?” you heard Jason’s voice into the comms.
“Heeeck, we’re going” you told Jason as you and Damian made your way back to the first place you were.
Hours after you were on your shared room with Jason, since your eyes crossed on the way back to the Manor you knew what he wanted and you were in the same page as you eyed him, so you will understand why literal, you ran upstair with Jason.
“Hell I’ve missed you so much” Jason said as he kissed your collarbone as his hands took away your bat-suit.
“You’re such a dork, we were apart just six hours” you tried to said without moaning when his hands took away most of the suit.
“Well, you can have an idea of how bad I want you” Jason smirked as he keep kissing those spots that drive you crazy for him.
“If you are just gonna suck my skin…it’s better that you move down” you grabbed Jason’s head so he could look at you, you were more than sure you eyes were like his, full of lust and desire.
“Ohhh, someone’s want to have control tonight?” Jason smirked as the grabbed you by your waist.
“Just do something! I want you right now!” You moaned again when his hand began going lower until it reached your panties.
“Don’t worry babe, we have all night long” it’s the last thing Jason said before going on down on his knees.
In the morning you woke up in the arms of Jason, you hummed softly as the memories of your dreams came to your brain. You frowned a little before you opened your eyes.
“Good morning, everything alright?” Jason said with his sexy morning voice as he looked down at you.
“Good morning” you said with a yawn as you buried you face closer to his chest “I have the weirdest dream of my entire life”
“What about it?” Jason asked you as he played with your hair.
“Well, first I wasn’t like myself you know? it was just weird, like I really don’t know how to describe it. I was in a garden full of dogs and bunnies, but then I was like inside of that Candy Crush game…”
“You better share those things you smoke, maybe I have sweet dreams like you” Jason said with a chuckle.
“I didn’t smoke or use drugs, Jay… and it’s better that you don’t use them either” you chuckled too.
You closed your eyes for some seconds and then you opened them again, you looked around the room and Jason looked at you confused.
“Are you alright?” Jason asked you as he sit in the bed next to you.
“I heard Damian… is he so loud in mornings?” you asked him as you frown again.
“Well, you have super hearing, I don’t listen anything” Jason told you as he began kissing your skin again.
“Oh… hold it back Jason, I’m starving” you told your boyfriend as you tried to make your way out of the bed.
“Mmm, you can eat something before you go down to the kitchen” Jason told you with a smirk as he tried to hug you.
“You are like a bunny Jason! Let me go” you laughed as your boyfriend tried to keep you on hold.
“But you love it” Jason said with a smirk as he let go of you.
“Yes I do, but I won’t be able to follow your steps with a lack of fuel” you said as you put some clothes (Jason’s shirt and pants) to go down.
“Those this means a fifth round?” Jason asked you with raised eyebrows.
“We’ll see” You said as you make your way out of the room.
You arrived to the kitchen as you hummed some song you heard on the radio. Alfred, Damian and breakfast were already there , but you usual cup with coffee wasn’t, so you search for it as you keep on thinking about that.
“Well, if you came down early maybe Bruce wouldn’t took it” Damian said with a scoff as you turned around to look at him.
“Did I said that out loud?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow
Alfred looked between Damian and you, he hadn’t heard anything, but somehow he was curious about the situation, but he said nothing.
“Yes, sister. Father took your cup, since you weren’t here an hour ago” Damian told you with a frown.
“So, you have been here for more than a hour…why?” you asked him as you crossed your arm in front of you.
“None of your business”
“Oh! So you are grumpy today!”
“Yes you are!”
“I had a fucking nightmare!” Damian yelled as he couldn’t stand you anymore.
“Little Damian was afraid last night, was it about the Brainy guy?” you teased him as you looked for the juice.
“No… and Alfred put it in the freezer” Damian said with a frown as he returned to his cereal.
Alfred once again looked between the both of you with a raised eyebrow before he spoke.
“What were you looking for lady Y/N?” Alfred asked with a frown as you turned around with wide eyes.
“I asked for the juice… how you know that?” you asked your brother as he eyed between you and Alfred again.
“You asked, I answered” he said as he keep on reading on the cereal box.
“Okay, well thank you… what was your nightmare about?” you asked Damian as you grabbed the juice from the freezer.
“Don’t tell father or Dick, but… I dreamed I was alone and you all were dead” he said without hesitation and without looking at you.
Alfred look at Damian confused and then at you, you had your eyes wide open, you didn’t realized that you have filled your glass.
“Lady Y/N!” you heard Alfred and you snapped again, you quickly cleaned your mess as Damian looked at you again.
“I didn’t know you had the same, sister” Damian told you confused.
“I didn’t told anyone Damian” you told him more confused.
'You really a lost case today, sister’
“And I’m not lost case Damian! I’m confused!” you told him with a scoff..
You looked down at you filled glass as you thought about how annoying your little brother was this morning.
“I’m annoying? Oh sorry sister I may shut my mouth then” Damian said with anger.
“Fine, it’s too early for this tea” Alfred said as he couldn’t actually comprehend the situation.
“Damian… I haven’t speak” you told your brother confused.
“I heard you” Damian said with a deep frown.
“Well I didn’t” you told him more confused.
You turned around giving Damian your back and Alfred and Damian looked at you more confused and then Damian yelled.
“Stop singing that song! You know I hated it!” Alfred looked at Damian with eyes wide open and then at you.
“Guess what?! I didn’t sing! How are you doing these?!” you yelled again as you turned around.
“I heard you sing that fucking song!” Damian yelled too.
“Okay, where is my iPod, just answer” you asked your brother.
'In my backpack’
“I don’t know” he said with a stern voice.
“So you don’t mind if I look in your backpack?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Damian opened his eyes and looked at you with panic.
“Woah, you can feel the tension in here” Jason entered the kitchen, looking at a surprised Damian a confused Alfred and skeptical Y/N.
When you looked at Jason you couldn’t control your thoughts, Jason was without a shirt and his abs where just pure art, hell he was hotter than Firestorm.
“Oh god! We don’t need to know Y/N!” Damian yelled as he closed his eyes.
“Okay, what happening?” Jason asked confused.
“I think Damian and I… changed somehow thoughts” you told your boyfriend as he looked at both of you more confused.
“Yes, too early for this tea” Alfred said as he dropped all the tee in the sink.
Hours have passed and nothing hasn’t changed. You already talk with Bruce… but he wasn’t even amused, he look between you two and then he went out, HE LEFT.
So since that moment you and Damian had a internal fight, since he couldn’t shut his fucking mind so you began doing the same, but in your case was even better. If someone was going to win the freaking war of minds, it was you.
You looked at the person who will lead you to that success and then everything started. Damian was in his room thinking about things that he knew annoyed you the must, so you played the same game, being cheesy with Jason.
You eyed your boyfriend as he was doing some work out in the gym and you let your mind took you to your winning.
'Oh god Jason, look at you, that body, how the sweat runs down your spine’ 'Papi chulo Jaybird, come here and flex me like that’ 'Are you the sun Jason?, because I’m melting right here’
You didn’t make it so far when an angry Damian launched himself towards you.
“Stop! I don’t want more nightmares!” Damian said as he tried to stop your thoughts.
To be honest, you were laughing so hard because you keep on thinking about your boyfriend, which was smiling toward the both of you.
“Y/N! stop! I swear I will start thinking about Superboy” Damian said with anger
“Oh! What are you going to think about him? huh?” you asked your brother with a smirk.
“Hey! Not fair! don’t talk about that shit ass with her!” Jason’s voice echoed.
“About that day” Damian smirked at you and then you heard him in your mind and your eyes snapped at him.
“Shut your mind Damian!“ you tackled Damian as you began tickled him so he stop.
"Not fair!” Damian yelled with laughter as his mind tried to keep the memory.
“Yes it is! Stop it” you said with a chuckled, Damian was going to piss his pants.
“Y/N! Stop! I’m going to piss!” Damian laughed harder.
“Are you going to stop?!” You asked your brother as a laugh came to your throat.
“NO!” Damian yelled as he focused once more in the memory of Superboy.
And then you heard Dick running toward the both of you.
“I heard Damian laughing! I have to record this!” Dick said as he make a zoom to Damian face.
“Grayson!” Damian tried to yell in anger but tears of joy were running down his cheeks.
“Sorry dude, but this is gold" you saw Dick’s grin all over his face.
“You both are going’ to be death when this is over!” Damian said once more in laughter.
“Who told you this has an end?” you smirked at your brother.
And then out of nowhere a tired Bruce entered the Gym, holding a gun towards you and Damian.
“Bruce?! What the fuck?!” you yelled as you leaved Damian’s shaking body.
“I’m putting and end to this” Bruce said with a smirk and then a blinding light exploded in your vision.
Minutes later you opened your eyes again and you looked at your father who was smirking.
“Did you really enjoyed shooting us?” you asked him with a frown.
“More than I should have” Bruce told you with a smile… that was weird.
'How are you even Batman’
You smiled as you heard your own voice in your head, you looked at Damian who was sitting up as he rubbed his eyes.
“Dad” you looked towards Bruce who was looking at his new toy, he looked at you like a child.
“Can you please stop stealing my coffee cups?” you asked him with a smile.
“I don’t know what are you talking about Y/N” he told you a ‘Batman glare’
“Damian told me you grab them. At least tell me where are they” you told him as you began to stand up.
“Batman doesn’t steals coffee cups” he told you as he crossed his arms.
“Yeah, and Batman doesn’t likes Rom-Com" you said with sass.
“They’re on the Batcave” he told you with a stern voice.
“Are you out of my mind?” you heard Damian’s voice and you looked towards him.
“Yes you little shit, you can think about Superboy all you want” you told him as you help him get up.
“Ugh, I will never see you two the same way, never” Damian told you as he pointed between you and Jason.
“Don’t worry i just thought that to annoy you” you told Damian as you waved his hair, his frown disappeared when he felt this.
“I think worst things” you told him with a chuckle and he made a disgusted face.
“How are you even my sister” he asked you.
“Ask the man playing with his new toy about that” you pointed towards your childish father.
“Is he okay?” Damian asked you in a whisper.
“Truth be told, he’s acting weird, but maybe it’s because he enjoy shooting at us” you told him with a chuckle.
“Dick! I swear if you don’t fucking stop with that song I will burn all your legos” you heard Jason yell.
“Guess we have another problem” you told your brother as you looked between Dick and Jason.
“Then clean your ears! I’m not singing!” Dick yelled at Jason.
“Bruce do you want to shoot at them?” you asked your father with a sigh.
“Believe I want, but this thing only charge once, I better fix up that” Bruce told you as he made his way out.
“What are we going to do with them?!” Damian yelled at his father.
“Just don’t let them kill each other!” Bruce yelled at the top of the stairs.
“We are doomed” Damian told you with a sigh.
You look at the scene in front of you and you sit on the floor.
“Sister, Bruce told us to keep them away from each other, not to sit and watch” Damian told you confused.
“I know Dami. But let’s make a bet, who will crack first?” you asked your brother with a smirk.
“What do you want to lose, sister?” Damian asked you with a raised eyebrow
“You gave back my iPod” you told him with a smile.
“Fine, you know I’m going to keep it forever then” Damian told you as he sit beside you.
“Damian, more than ever I wanted you to read my mind, so you know you are more than wrong” you told him with a chuckle.
“Shut up” he told you with a smile.
“Damian” you told him again, and he looked at you with a strange face.
“Are you really afraid you will lose me?” you asked him with a sad smile.
“What?” he asked you, his cheeks turned pink but you knew why.
“I saw it in your dream, you told me thousands of times there” you told him with a smile.
Damian didn’t said anything, he moved closer to you and he snuggled in your side.
“I’m surrounded by idiots, but you made it seams like it’s okay” he told you and you smiled at your little brother.
“Well, good that I’m not planning on leaving in a very long time” you told him as you caressed his hair and you felt him smile.
“Don’t tell anyone I dreamed that part” he told you and you chuckled.
“I can’t promise you that, but I’ll try” you told him and then you focused on your boyfriend and Dick.
“Jason! you better control your shit I want my iPod back!” you yelled at him, but it was a lose case, you already knew you will never see your iPod again.
have a specific story line to request but I really really really need Reggie x
reader angst that ends in fluff. If you can’t do this without a specific plot
was writing another fic then this spilled out and I didn’t fit the other fic
that well, so I decided to turn it into this and hopefully you guys like it. I
don’t know if this angsty enough though. Enjoy and I’ll update my masterlist
later. Sorry for the delay in posting I have been sick and finals have arrived.
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I was supposed to post this
yesterday but apparently there is a limit to how much a person can post within
a day (blame Tumblr not me).
You and Reggie have been friends since as long as you can remember. You both
like each other but won’t admit it until Chuck messes with you.
Like one swear word I think. Reggie being protective af.
“So you guys have been inseparable since your childhood and
never dated, or even thought of it” Veronica continued as you sighed at the
reference that was always directed at you.
You’ve been best friends with Reggie Mantle for as long as you
That phrase always directed towards you both and it made you
groan annoyingly at the person who directed it to you. You couldn’t understand
why people couldn’t see that a guy and a girl could totally have a platonic
You loved Reggie as a friend, and you were pretty sure he felt
that too. Sure you had a flirty way of communication towards each other, but
you had always been like that.
“Were just friends. Best friends for that matter, can we just
drop that” you spoke hating when people expected you to be a bigger cliché.
You couldn’t stand clichés you already were one, the sweet
girl that kept to herself and tried to get along with everyone; although you
always had Reggie who stood up for you if anything ever happened. That being
the biggest cliché, being somewhat popular having a jock best friends who made
sure you were always protected.
Growing up though Reggie got handsome and you contemplated
your feelings, but pushed them aside because you couldn’t stand being so
ordinary and becoming a bigger cliché.
“So, he’s available” the raven haired girl hinted at you.
“From what I know, yes” you answered you took a sip of water.
“So can I have his number?” Veronica continued giving you her
phone as you placed in Reggie’s number.
The bell rang
indicating that lunch was over and you all made your ways to class.
You were going to be late to class since you forgot your
notebook at your locker. The hallway being empty because everyone was now in
class, or so you thought.
You soon became startled by a hand brushing against your
behind as you turned shocked as to what just happened.
“WHAT THE HELL CHUCK!” you exclaimed as he smiled all you
wanted to do now was go home and put on some pants instead of the flowy dress
that was on you.
“Pipe down (Y/N), it was an accident” he lied as you saw from
the side of your eye that the rest of the football team leaving the locker room
after their meeting.
“Just leave me alone, and don’t you ever come near me again” you hissed at him not wanting to make a
“What’s going on (Y/N)?” Reggie made his way to you with worry
and anger flooding his eyes.
“Nothing Reg, it’s fine, I’m fine” you reassured him not
wanting him to get in a fight with his fellow teammate.
“Yeah I handled things
pretty well” Chuck spoke with a devilish smirk on his face not even sorry about
what he did and that made you feel more violated than ever.
“How dare you?! You asshole!” you continued at him while
slapping his face and Reggie pulled you away.
“Chuck what did you do?” Reggie questioned his teammate.
“Oh, C’mon Reggie she was asking for it” Reggie’s blood
boiling not knowing to what he was referring but nobody spoke about you that
way not with him around, not ever “don’t act innocent ever since the day she
started developing your eyes linger longer than ever too” Chuck continued as
Reggie threw the first punch.
It almost was a full on fight until the coach Clayton emerged
and broke it up protecting his kid.
“Don’t come near her again I
swear your dad won’t be able to save you every time” Reggie hissed as you
two were dismissed from school.
You both walked to your house quietly, until he finally broke
“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I just, I hate how I wasn’t there to protect
you. (Y/N) you have to tell me what he did” he spoke with worry in his eyes you
stayed quiet “(Y/N/N) I know you hate it when I fight, but I hate it when
people mess with the things I care about.”
“I- h- he-, I just want to go home and put some pants on” you
ignored the question not wanting him to go crazy as you opened the door to your
“I’m going to go change, be right down” you proclaimed.
You changed and made your way to the kitchen as Reggie was
making himself a sandwich.
“(Y/N), you have to tell me what he did, please, I’m your best
friend” this time he ordered and you sighed in defeat.
“You can’t go fuming mad man on him Reggie, or I swear I won’t
ever trust you again” you lied knowing you had to tell him before anyone tried
to mix up the story as he nodded.
“He- uh- he touched my ass” you spoke softly looking into his
eyes hurt in them for what had happened to you.
Reggie grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a hug, and
you thought that maybe he wouldn’t go hulk on Chuck although you kind of wish
he would because he deserved it.
“I’m sorry (Y/N)” Reggie whispered to you as he ran out of
your home and you couldn’t catch up to him.
An hour later you heard the doorbell ring as you opened the
door to reveal Reggie with blood in his knuckles and a small scratch on his
forehead. You smiled internally because you knew Chuck got the worse of it, but
worry is what showed in your eyes as you pulled him in to the kitchen as you
looked for the first-aid kit.
“Dammit Reggie, what did you do?” you asked knowing the
answer, as you climbed the counter to reach the kit and you missed a step and
he caught you.
“You don’t deserve being treated like that (Y/N/N)” he pointed
out still holding on to you.
He finally settled you down as you cleaned up his wounds.
“Look you have to keep quiet about this, we both got in
trouble at school for going against Chuck” you pronounced soon to be cut off by
“No (Y/N), I can’t do that, you’re my girl, nobody messes with
us” he raged.
“No Reg, I know what he did was wrong, but this, if the school
finds out. They will call my mom, look I don’t want any more trouble. If my mom
finds out I- I- Reggie, please you’re my guy too, you know that. I just want to
forget about this.” you pleaded as you heard your mom pull up in the driveway.
“(Y/N) what is this about you slapping Chuck Clayton at school
today, and why did I have to find out from a call from the principal and not
you” Your mom interrupted you and Reggie as she stepped in the house.
“Shit” you mumbled under your breath and stayed quiet.
“Well are you going to tell her?” Reggie added with anger in
his voice not wanting you to keep quiet about this whole ensemble.
“Reggie shut up!” you ordered.
“He touched your ass (Y/N), that’s harassment!” Reggie stated
harshly and your mother stood there with wide eyes.
“Look mom I didn’t want to tell you because I- its
embarrassing okay! I- Don’t you hear what they say about the girls that this
happens to. They get slut-shamed even if they’re like me and never have gone
out with anyone. It’s so degrading and I can’t stand it, but I hate getting
myself or even other people in trouble. Yes even if it’s Chuck and he wasn’t
sorry because I hate conflict” you finished tears finally leaving your eyes.
“Oh honey, you’re not a slut. You are not anything they will
try to say about you.” your mom pulled you into a hug “but we all need to speak
to the principal about what really happened that boy needs to learn there will
be consequences to his actions.”
“No mom Reggie is going to get more in trouble if we do, he just
went on a punching spree on Chuck” you added as your mom pulled away from the
hug and gave a small hug to Reggie.
“Did you get him good?” your mom encouraged.
“MOM!” you chuckled at her comment.
“Well, I need to know that if he’s going to get in trouble
it’s going to be worth it” she explained.
“So worth it” Reggie gushed as he brought you both in for a
Later Reggie “left.” It really just means your mom kicks him
out of the house because it gets too late, but he always climbs through your window
into your room.
As Reggie was climbing your window he accidently hit his cut
on the forehead.
“You’re getting too big for my window, I’m going to have to
find a bigger one, although that will make my mom figure out our arrangement”
you chuckled as he sat next you in bed.
“Yeah, she’s going to ruin our sleepovers”
Reggie hope you don’t mind (Y/N) gave me your number. 😉
“Now why did you do that?” Reggie asked you as he showed you
“She asked for it, she asked if you were available; I thought
you were” he looked down “so who’s the girl then? I’m sure if I tell Ron she will
understand that it was misunderstanding” you gave him a puzzled look.
“No girl, not important I’m just not interested” Reggie fidgeted
as he typed down a message letting her down easy.
“Oh c’mon you’d never turn down a girl like Ronnie, who has
you like this” you grinned but at the same time sad that there just might be
another girl that was going to take up Reggie’s time.
“I think we should just drop it” he ignored the topic “So how
are you holding up?”
“I wish it was me that punched Chuck” you said softly laying
your head on his shoulder.
“I’d like to see that” Reggie chuckled.
“I’m still mad at you, you know; but I can’t stay mad at you
forever because I don’t know what I’d do without you Mantle” you commented
looking to his bruised fists.
“I had to he disrespected my girl” Reggie retorted placing his
arm around you “I’m just happy I saw you slap him, I never thought I’d see the
day you hit someone” he laughed as you playfully punched him “ow, I’m injured,
how dare you” he continued.
“That’s not my fault” you defended.
“Oh but it is (Y/N/N), I punched the hell out of him for you”
he looked directly at your eyes.
The atmosphere changed within the second you both laid eyes on
each other, Reggie looked vulnerable like he wanted to say something, but was
scared of the outcome that could come after if he spilled his feelings.
“How are we still friends?” you broke your gaze as he squeezed
you tighter to his side.
“What do you mean? We’ve always be friends” Reggie declared
but it hurt. Reggie had grown fond of you the moment he realized you were the
only one who was ever there for him. In the absence of his family you were
there, the coach pinned him against Archie you were there, when he lost his
friend Jason you were there.
He knew how you felt about clichés, but all he wanted was to
be part of a different cliché with you. He wanted to be the jock that got the
sweet girl. The guy best friend who got to date his best friend because he knew
that you were his soulmate.
There you both sat knowing your feelings for each other, but
afraid to speak of them. He was afraid of rejection and you your excuse was a
cliché which you came up with in middle school because you were tired of
everyone and their assumptions about you and Reggie. Most importantly because
you fell in love with your best friend and you had to make everyone think
“I know, but I mean were both a bit different in most stories
we were supposed to fall apart and forget each other. You with your popularity
and me the shy quiet one” confirmed.
“Are you hinting something?” Reggie gave you a sad smile.
“No, I’m just glad we’ve actually stuck to each other” you
“Good, different is good, I like our story” Reggie added and
You both laid down in your bed and fell asleep to wake up to
your alarm ringing a bit earlier as it always did when Reggie would sleep over
so he had time to back to his house to get ready, he lived next door anyways.
You opened your eyes as you were cuddled to Reggie, your head
resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.
“Reggie it’s morning” you spoke as he held you tighter not
wanting to get up.
“Just five more minutes, please” he wouldn’t let go.
“Mantle the magnificent, I hope you realize my mom doesn’t
knock and were supposed to go with her to school today about you know who” you
started poking him to get up even though what you wanted was to keep cuddling
“Fine” he let go as you both stood up.
You had a very nervous expression about the whole situation,
you wanted justice but Chuck always seemed to get away with it and you two were
alone in the hallway when he touched you, there was no witnesses and it all
just dawned at you and Reggie saw your expression as he was about to climb out.
“Hey” he grabbed you by the shoulders “It’s all going to be
okay, your mom is going to be there and so am I” he grabbed one of your hands
as he intertwined his with yours which sent butterflies in your stomach.
“But that didn’t stop him before, I mean no one saw, I have no
witnesses.” You freaked as he let his hand go from your shoulder and placed in
“(Y/N)?” he looked you straight in the eyes.
“Yeah” you said a little short of breath.
“No one messes with what’s mine” he commented as he placed his
lips on yours and it shocked you at first but you kissed back.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for” he confessed
as he rested his forehead on yours.
“Probably not as long as I have wanted that to happen” you
spilled as he gave you a wide smile.
“So can you tell Ronnie I’m taken now” he beamed.
“As long your there with me” you approved.
“So you don’t mind being a cliché with me?” he questioned you.
“I’ll be your cliché” you announced as you placed one last
kiss on his lips so you both could get ready for school.
Since we are talking about recovery and coping stuff, I thought I’d throw some stuff out there that helped me. And I’m not saying all of this stuff will work for anyone, but maybe it will, so if you feel up to it, you might try it if you think it’ll help.
-The big thing for me is that you don’t have to change your whole lifestyle all at once. One example is this: a lot of people hear “try eating healthy” and they think “i have to cut out all sugar and carbs and eat only organic salads for the rest of my life” and stuff, but you don’t!! Even the smallest of changes can help. Some smaller healthy things I used to do (and still do) are
—When you make ramen, when the noodles are boiling, throw in an egg or two, and some frozen vegetables. it will cook with the noodles with no extra effort on your part, and it’s really good.
—You don’t have to stop eating when you’re bored but you can swap out the bored-eating foods for carrots or nuts or whatever. (If it’s not overwhelming, I really love apples in peanut butter.)
—Add some spinach to that sandwich. Obviously this won’t work for all sandwiches but I like to add it to my tuna sandwiches and like, sandwiches with lunch meat (when I eat those.) It only takes a couple seconds and I actually like the taste, it adds some crunch but not in a bad way. (I’m really sensitive to texture with my food.)
–For me, it was also really important to not deprive myself. I’ve struggled with EDs (still do) so it was and is really important for me to not get into this mindset of “i’m not allowed to eat this” or “you don’t need this.” I don’t need this blueberry donut, but it makes me happy. It’s okay. Don’t focus on cutting junk food out; focus on working healthy things in.
-If you’re having a day when you do have more energy than usual? Run with it! It can be hard when you’re used to like…not doing stuff, even when you have the energy, it’s hard to break the habit. But it’s okay if you only do small stuff. Do a load of laundry, or take a shower, or take a walk if you find that that helps you.
-Identify things that make you unhappy and, if possible, stop doing them. Honestly I didn’t really and truly start healing until I stopped going to church with my parents, because no matter what progress I made, it would just be zapped away when I went to church. Any confidence I built, any small joys I found, just disappeared. If there’s something you do that you don’t have to do and makes you miserable…don’t do it.
-If your illness gets worse when you go outside, or are around people, you can take it slow and build up a tolerance. I used to get really bad anxiety when I went out and it would just drain all my energy. You can choose places that give you some relative privacy/solitude, are easy to get to, and leave when it gets bad. Spend a half hour at a local park. Or fifteen minutes, or five. Whatever you can do.
I used to go to the library because I was living with my sister and we had no wifi. I’d hang out in the corner on my own, and it really was the perfect way to slowly acclimate myself. I was doing the same shit I would’ve been doing if I stayed home, it was quiet, I was given space (most of the time), but I was out of the house and there was sunshine coming from the windows.
-If it’s warm, you can go outside and lay in the sun. If not having something to do makes you anxious, take a book or a coloring book. I used to lay out in the sun with my dog for a few minutes each day and it really did help.
-Try to remember, if you can, times that you were happy, or like, less sad. Try to recreate those circumstances, if possible. One thing about MI is that it makes it really hard to keep track of the correlation between environment and emotions, because most of the time you’re just fucked up for no reason. But environmental influences can still be things, and keeping track of them can really help. (I guess this is the flip side to “don’t do things that make you miserable.” DO do things that make you less miserable.)
-One thing that helps me with executive dysfunction is to just take it one step at a time. Don’t think about what you’re doing as “getting dressed.” Just think about the first thing you need to do. Go get a shirt. Okay, good. Put the shirt on. Good. Find some pants. Good. Put the pants on. Good. Etc.
I’m autistic so this is something I still do with myself all the time, and it’s a method I taught my nephew, who is also autistic. One time I was at their house and my sister told him to clean the bathroom and he went in there and he just like. Stood there, and I was like, “okay, I think I know what’s going on.” So I went in and asked if I could help, and I walked him through it. “Okay, put away the toothpaste. Good. Now put away the toothbrushes. Good.” According to my sister he still uses this method.
-Gummy vitamins are good because I wake up, I see the gummy vitamin bottle, I’m like “sweet, gummy vitamins!” and then I remember I also have to take my meds and it’s very helpful.
-If you have trouble talking to your therapist or psychiatrist, write down the stuff you want to say beforehand, and then let them read it when you get there. That’s the only way I finally got diagnosed with bipolar disorder; I could never really talk or be honest with my psychs so I just lied and said I was okay, but finally I wrote down everything and handed it to my psych and when she read it and didn’t immediately laugh at me or throw me out it was a lot easier to answer her questions. I was diagnosed probably like a couple minutes later.
Like I said, I can’t promise this will work for everyone. It probably won’t. But if you’re up to it, and you don’t think it’ll hurt, it might be worth a shot. That’s all.
The wedge of bread that Peeta had been eating when he read the message was swallowed, half- chewed, down the correct pipe - but only just. The sound of his coughing and spluttering caught his brothers’ attention.
“Jeez Peet, at least try and learn to chew.”
Peeta dragged his watery eyes from his phone and looked over at where Rye was glancing at him from behind his morning paper.
“Sorry,” he croaked. “I just got a message about insurance.”
“Well that’s thrilling.” With a roll of his eyes and a mutter under his breath Rye went straight back to reading.
Peeta looked back down at the message floating on the screen. Get naked.
What the hell? He quickly sent a message back.
Are you serious?
Another ping and there was her response.
Yes. Get naked.
Well. Damn. He had two choices. One was to do exactly what his girlfriend was telling him to do and the other… was to not. So really, he had the one choice. Quickly stating that he had to go make a call about his insurance and receiving a response of ‘Peet, I really don’t care,’ he practically ran from the kitchen into the basement that was currently acting as his temporary home.
It had been a disaster when three weeks ago he returned home to find his upstairs neighbours pipes had burst into his apartment destroying almost everything, aside from, rather ironically, the bathroom. But he couldn’t spend the month sleeping in his bathtub so he had to accept the fact that he was moving into his family home until the damage had been sorted.
He’d been put into the basement spending his nights on the pull-out bed surrounded by boxes of Christmas decorations and old schoolwork. The saving grace was that it had its own entrance so he could come and go as he pleased without having to interrupt anyone else.
That entrance was about to come in useful again.
Rushing around the room, Peeta haphazardly shoved clothes and paperwork and everything else strewn about the place into the boxes, promising that he’d sort it out later. Simultaneously making the bed (for appearances sake) and tugging off his t-shirt proved tricky but he followed that success by stripping off his pants and boxers while unlocking the basement door.
Now all he needed to do was wait.
The three weeks had been hard. After years of admiring from afar and gaining confidence to awkwardly flirt it had transpired that he and Katniss Everdeen had one prominent thing in common. Years spent mutually pining for each other.
After a slow beginning where Katniss was too shy to state what she wanted and Peeta was trying to be a gentleman it had all come to a head after a party. He took a drunk Katniss home, kissed her and told her he’d see her tomorrow when she yelled out, “please can we have sex already?!”
His eyebrows shot up into his hairline but he politely declined that evening on account of her blood-alcohol ratio but promised her he would see what he could do tomorrow.
The day after the party had been great. As was the day after. And the day after that. And the day after that. Which is why they were currently suffering. Peeta having had to move back into his parents’ house and Katniss, being a caring big sister, had Prim staying with her whilst on break from college. Despite desperately craving each other it seemed that everywhere they went parents or siblings were just hanging around getting in the way.
Apart from today it seemed.
Footsteps came swiftly down the path, so quietly he wouldn’t have heard them if he wasn’t listening out, followed by a gentle knock at the door. “Peeta?”
“It’s open.” He looked around wondering if he should have posed himself for this. Maybe he should be standing with a leg strategically propped up on a box. Or leaning casually against a wall. Except how casual could someone be leaning naked against a wall?
The door pushed open before he could make up his mind and there she was, his beautiful dark-haired girlfriend, said dark hair spilling down her shoulders in waves. He grinned at her, she rarely wore her hair down but she knew how much he liked it.
Katniss grinned back at him and glanced over his body. “Well hello.”
“I didn’t know if you were going to do it.”
Peeta stepped towards her. “Of course I would. I’d do anything you ask.”
“Oh well that’s good to know,” her voice dripping an octave and she stepped towards him. Peeta took the chance to fully register what she was wearing, which wasn’t much. She slipped out of the ballet pumps and the motion drew his attention to her bare feet, eyes following up her legs, drinking in the bare skin until they reached the hem of the coat she was wearing. A coat that reached midway to her naked thighs.
“Did you drive here like that?” His question came out slightly squeaky and he coughed. Must have been the remnants of the bread.
“Uh-huh.” Katniss moved in even closer so that the material of her coat brushed against his chest. She leaned upwards and placed an opened mouth kiss against the bottom of his jaw, sliding down to suck on his pulse point. Peeta swallowed. His hands reached out to her tiny waist, pulling her in closer.
She smelt like Katniss. A scent that was somehow woods and autumn and apples and he wanted to breath it in forever. He tilted his head down to touch his lips to hers and their kiss quickly turned from a welcome into something more heated, their tongues languidly sliding against each other’s.
His breathing was getting deeper, the air flowing into his heaving chest and he pressed Katniss’ chest against his harder. She groaned into his mouth before pulling it away and their eyes fluttered open. Her pupils were fat and und pushing into the silver of her irises. She smiled and glanced down his body, his obvious erection straining upwards.
“Un-wrap me,” she told him, guiding his hands from her waist and placing them on the belt of her coat.
It took Peeta a moment to register the words and when he did all he could do was mutter a groan of his own. He tugged at the material and as the belt fell from the loops, Katniss’ coat opened.
His mouth opened and he took in air like a fish. Underneath the pale green coat was inch after inch of naked olive skin and his eyes swept down past her collarbone to her breasts with their pebbled nipples and down further still, past her flat stomach onto the dark curls nestled between her thighs.
“I think I’ve just had a heart attack.”
Katniss giggled and stood on her tiptoes. “Please don’t,” she breathed into his ear. “At least, not until after you’ve fucked me.”
Oh. God. He grabbed her body in closer, his erection pushed against her stomach, pulsing between them. The coat had fallen from her body and they stood, naked and flush against each other in the middle of the basement.
Peeta’s hands roamed everywhere, skimming from her waist up her back, his fingers lightly tracing her neck, her collarbone and sliding down to cup her breasts in his palms, thumbs rubbing over her nipples until she squirmed.
“Peeta,” she whined. “Can we go to the bed?”
He nodded and captured her mouth with his once again; his hands ran over her ribcage, down her waist and then grasped her buttocks hoisting her upwards until her legs wrapped around his hips.
Shuffling to the bed he placed her down as delicately as possible and moved over her, his large body covering her small one. Her hands traced down to his waist, fingers lightly dusting over his flesh, her fingernails softly scraping his skin. He shivered at the touch of her nails against him and then again, when a hand crept to the front and grasped his cock firmly, pumping it slowly.
His head dropped down and he pushed his tongue against a pulsing vein that he found on Katniss’ throat, his own pulse beating hard in her hand. Peeta’s body was warming up and a slick perspiration had begun to form. All he could hear was Katniss’ gasps, the pounding of his own heartbeat and the sound of his brother shouting down the stairs.
“PEETA! I’ve been called you for five damn minutes, what the hell are you do- oh. OH!”
A squeak made its way out of Katniss’ throat and she did the best drop and roll that Peeta had seen anyone do. She rolled out of his embrace, fell to the floor and then rolled under the bed dragging as many of the bed sheets as she could with her.
Peeta quickly turned to face the stairs, one hand holding his crotch and the other casually resting on his hip. Except how casually can you rest your hand on your hip when your naked girlfriend is under your bed and your older brother is staring at you with his mouth open?
Rye managed to shut his mouth but it quickly turned into a sly grin. “There’s a phone call for you upstairs. It’s the insurers. Said they tried to call your cell but couldn’t get through for some reason.”
“Right. I’ll, er, call them back.”
Peeta shifted on the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress and tried desperately not to make eye contact with his brother who was now wearing a grin that Satan himself would wear. “Do you think maybe you could go? I’d at least like to put some pants on without you gawping.”
Rye put his hand on his chest and made a ‘who me?’ gesture before finally turning to go. “I knew it wasn’t insurers. See you up there Peet. See you later Katniss.”
There was a little cough from under the bed. “See you later Rye.”
Peeta rubbed his hand, the one not over his crotch, over his eyes. “Jesus.” He leant over the side of the bed to help up his naked and now rather dusty girlfriend up from the floor. “I cannot wait until that apartment is fixed.”
Summary: Imagine being best friends with Ethan while you’re hooking up with his brother Grayson. What’s worse? Keeping it from him. You’re 22 while Gray is 18. You guys randomly met while you were hanging out with Ethan and well, things happened. But neither one of you wanted to be in a relationship, so instead you guys decided to just be friends…withbenefits.
I was sitting in my car outside of the boy’s apartment building. Grayson and I have been fooling around for about a month now, and Ethan had no idea that I knew of. At first, this friends with benefits thing was exciting. Figuring out when Ethan would be back so we could fool around, there was even one time I rode Grayson’s dick while Ethan was in the same room. Grayson made this whole thing we were doing so fun and exciting. Sending each other text messages like ‘I need you’ or sending each other extremely sensual text messages made this all the more exciting But today I needed everything to end. I started to feel sick at the thought of Ethan having no idea about his brother and I seeing each other. I would feel absolutely terrible if Ethan found out about this from either walking in on Gray and I, which has happened on multiple occasions but we were well covered. I looked down at my phone as Gray and E’s named were across the screen with some twitter notifications.
Grayson: Come sit on my face I need you so bad baby Ethan: Pancakes tonight?
I tossed my phone in the passenger chair as I opened my door. I walked into the apartment building and took the elevator to their apartment. My heart was racing as the thought of telling Grayson goodbye came to mind again. I enjoyed what we were doing no doubt, but this wasn’t fair to me. I started developing feelings, but I couldn’t. He was 18 while I was 22. I knew it would be better for the both of us in the end. I knocked on the door to which Ethan answered the door before I could finish knocking.
“Hey Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming over.” He said as he opened the door wider for me to allow myself through. I looked to see Grayson walked around in some track pants shirtless. “Gray go put a shirt on.” Ethan hissed which I just smiled.
“Hey E! What are you all dressed up for? Got a hot date?” I asked trying to decrease any awkwardness between all of us.
“Hey Y/N what are you doing here? Not that I mind, but I’m about to go to Jack’s so I guess that’s my hot date.” Ethan asked with a chuckle to which Gray and I exchanged a look of fear. Grayson lets out a laugh to try and break the created tension.
“That’s fine. I’m here to–” I began.
“She’s here to help me pick an outfit out for next week’s video. Come on Y/N.” Grayson grabbed my hand as we ran to his room.
“Okay? Nice to see you two getting along!” Ethan shouted as Grayson slammed his bedroom door shut slamming me up against the door and kissing my lips hungrily and his hands gripped my sides. His hand managed to unbutton my top as he almost pulled my shirt off of me. He slid the sleeves down my shoulder as my arms wrapped around his neck again. Since this was a thing we did, I just stopped wearing a bra over to their place to make things go faster.
“Jump.” I did as Grayson told me as my legs wrapped around his naked torso. His lips stayed connected to mine as his tongue slid in my mouth as we both let out some moans.
“E-Ethan?” I lightly moaned as I pulled away to ask Grayson where Ethan was. Grayson’s lips sucked on my collarbone as I let out another moan.
“God Y/N I’ve had a stressful day with Ethan and I just want you to ride my face. I want you to ride me until I cum all inside of you.” Grayson said which made my knees wobble. He knew his words made me weak and he used that to his advantage. “Do you want me as bad as I want you?” He ask as he rubbed me outside of my shorts. I let out a shaky breath. “Do you like it when I do that?” I nodded my head as I threw my head back against the pillows as Grayson unzipped my shorts. I knew that now was not the time to bring up not wanting to continue things.
“Grayson do it.” I moaned as he slowly slid in head down my stomach leaving a trail of kisses along the way. He kissed the hem of my pink panties as he kissed my inner thighs which made me let out another moan. I then felt his tongue slide along my slit with just the thin fabric keeping his tongue away from where I wanted him.
“Come on.” Grayson pulled my underwear down as he flipped on to his back. He held my hips down on his face as his tongue slid up and down my heat. I had one hand gripping in his hair as the other hand gripped the top of the bed frame. I rolled my hips as he flattened his tongue which made my grip tighten in his already messy hair. I felt him pucker his lips to suck and nibble lightly on my clit. “G-Gray.” I muttered which Gray pulled his mouth away.
“No babe you can’t cum yet. I get to cum first and I want to cum inside of you because of my stressful day with Ethan.” Gray says as he flicks his tongue against my clit again.
“Fuck.” I moaned as I leaned my body forward to which I could feel Grayson’s fingers enter me as he pumped his fingers in and out of me a couple times before he slapped my ass. I turned around, but he stopped me.
“No let me see your ass.” I turned around confused, but knew what was happening. I spread my knees apart as I stuck my ass higher in the air.
“I thought you wanted me to ride you?” I chuckled and so did Gray.
“Yeah well now I want to slam into you with your ass against me and pull your hair while you scream for me. How does that sound?” He asked as he slapped my ass again which made me let out a small yelp. He ran the head of his dick along my slit teasingly which made me groan. “Beg for it Y/N.” I groaned again, but I guess if it will make him feel better.
“Please Gray. Please make me cum with your dick.” I whined which I then felt Gray slide himself inside of me which made my mouth turn into an ‘O’ shape as I buried my face into the pillow. Grayson was slow at first, but soon sped up as he slammed into me and slapped my ass every other thrust.
“Fuck Y/N you’re so tight. Even after we’ve done this I’m still not used to you.” I chuckled at Gray’s comment.
“Ditto friend.” Grayson chuckled at my response as he thrusted faster into me. I sucked my top lip into my mouth as I let out a moan. Soon I was pushing my ass towards him for more friction. I could hear Grayson grunt as his grip tightened on my hips to where he was basically pulling me into him.
“Cum for me Gray. Cum inside of me with that big dick of yours.” I could feel myself beginning to come undone, but just as that moment approached, Grayson let out one more curse word with a moan as he filled me up with his cum. I came undone moments afterwards as Grayson stood still for a second. I smiled as I decided to clean him up some. I turned my body around as I wrapped my hand around his cock and pumped him a bit in order for all the cum to ooze out as I licked the tip. Grayson sucked in a sharp breath in between his teeth as I stuck him all the way in my mouth and pulled away with a pop.
“You look so sexy when you do that Y/N.” He smiles as he tilts my head up towards him. He pressed a kiss to my lips which was full of tongue. “When you swallow all of it you always make me proud. I love you.” Grayson’s eyes snapped opened at what he just said as did mine.
“No you don’t. You love what I do.” I chuckled awkwardly trying to break the new tension. I stood off of the bed as I gathered my clothes off of the ground. I threw back on my baggy shirt and shorts. “I have to go get ready. I have a pancake date with your brother tonight. I’ll see you later Gray.” I pressed my lips back to his as I leave the room without another word. We can talk another day.
This goes out to all of yall going through finals: you are amazing and I promise, you will get through it! Remember that your grades are not a reflection of your self-worth, and you have so much to be proud of. You’re almost there and you can do it!!!! <3 <3 <3
The only advantage of finals week is that she almost never has to change out of her pajamas.
Maggie says they’re cute.
She only hears Eliza’s voice in her head, laughing softly and asking her why exams prevent her from proper hygiene.
Because of you, Mom, she wants to say, but she only says it in her head.
Because Eliza also texts her every day, wishing her luck while telling her she doesn’t need luck, because she is brilliant, and she is proud of her, and she can do this.
It warms her heart, but it makes her feel the pressure more acutely, somehow all at the same time.
She lets Maggie read the texts over her shoulder.
Maggie never says anything.
There’s been radio silence from her mother for going on five years now.
So they don’t talk about it. Eliza. Because Alex wonders if it’s better to have a mother who showers her with both love and with pressure than to have a mother who doesn’t even know her daughter’s in college, let alone going through finals week.
They don’t talk about it, but Maggie squeezes her thigh and kisses the back of her neck and Alex does the same for her.
It’s just as well.
They have studying to do.
Sometimes Alex needs to down anti-anxiety meds and coffee – it makes her shake terribly, but it keeps her awake and it keeps her from panicking so hard she can’t breathe – and lock herself in a study room in the library, alone.
Maggie smuggles in food at three am, and she makes sure Alex eats and drinks before she retreats back out of Alex’s frenetic study space.
Sometimes Alex needs to lay on the floor of Maggie’s dorm room, flat on her back, her feet up on Maggie’s couch, in Maggie’s lap, while Maggie and Lena quiz her, rapid fire – the only way she likes it, under pressure – on quantum entanglement and polyatomic anions and seventeenth century French politics.
Lena has to help them both with that last bit: boarding school prepared her for those history tests better than anything Maggie or Alex had experienced.
Alex still nearly fails.
Maggie has to hold her all night to remind her that she is not her test grades.
That her worth is far greater, always, than the sum of her scores.
Maggie doesn’t talk much about her own stress.
About the way she studies long after even Alex falls asleep.
Because Lena’s mother is paying for everything, and Alex’s mother is paying for everything, but Maggie doesn’t even know her mother anymore, and even if she did, paying for college would be a waste because she could just stay on the family farm.
She scoffs to herself.
She could have, if they let her.
But they didn’t, so she’s on scholarship. She’s on scholarship that she worked silently, steadily, desperately to get.
She’s on scholarship and she cannot lose it.
Because if she loses it, she will have no education, no housing, no job, no income, no Alex. No anything.
If she loses it, she’ll be fourteen again.
So Alex sets her alarm for four am, because they don’t talk about it, but Alex still knows. She sets her alarm and she bundles herself in her biggest hoodie and she stumbles out to the only all night cafeteria across campus, and she comes back to feed Maggie, just like Maggie feeds her.
She holds her and she tells her she’s incredible and she’s tough and she’s smart and she’s going to kick this exam in the face.
Lena, sleeping on her and Maggie’s couch with an astrophysics book still in her hands, mutters something about blackbody radiation, and Alex and Maggie have to stifle each other’s giggles.
None of them wake up in time for their biology exam.
Lucy Lane has to burst into Maggie and Lena’s dorm, hollering about Alex needing to text when she’s not going to come home, to text when she’s planning to sleep away that perfect grade they all know she’s going to get, and “hey, Sawyer, anyone tell you you look adorable in Danvers’s sweaters?” and “Danvers, I know we have to get going, but damn, do you maybe wanna put on some pants first?”
Her jovial spirit doesn’t fool any of them: they know she’s been up all night, same as them, pacing, panicking, but they know James and Winn kept her sane, kept her safe, kept her stable.
Alex smiles down at the text she gets from Kara, from Eliza, a selfie of the two of them together, holding a sign that Kara clearly made, telling her that her semi-permeable membranes are only letting in the best of luck.
Maggie reminds Alex to eat something to go with her anti-anxiety pill, and Lena takes hers when she thinks no one’s watching. Lucy touches her arm and gives her a small grin.
“The boys are saving us seats,” she tells them all. “I don’t think Schott wanted to risk getting decapitated by any of you if he walked in and you weren’t decent or something.”
“He knows we’re all queer, right?”
“He also knows you’re all dangerous.”
Alex, Lena, and Maggie grin, shrug, and nod. “Fair point.”
They walk in together, and Maggie hugs James, hugs Winn. Lena and Alex sort of grin at them faintly.
Maggie kisses Alex’s hand.
“You’re amazing, Danvers,” she whispers as they settle into their lecture hall seats. “And when we’re done, you can make like DNA helicase and unzip – “
“Oh my god, Sawyer, we’re about to take a final, could you not?”
“Hey, I’m just trying to comfort my girlfriend, you don’t have to get all snappy because you don’t have one.”
She, Lucy, and Alex all stare at each other for a long moment, and then lean into each other, bursting into hysterical laughter.
Maybe this – this friendship, this love, this community – maybe this was more important than the letter they earned, after all.
Alex still nearly throws up when the exam is placed in front of her, and Maggie closes her eyes for a long moment, doing what she always does with exams: wiping her mind completely blank – thank god for yoga – so when she opens her eyes, her knowledge will be fresh, her approach will be fresh, her spirit will be fresh. She focuses on writing her name, clean and neat and confident.
She’ll dive into the rest of the exam with that confidence.
The confidence – the drive – that the burden of her name gives her.
To her other side, Lena is doing the same.
Alex and Lena are the first to finish and the last to leave.
Maggie, James, Lucy, and Winn all finish at different paces, but they all wait, idly going over their tests, doodling on their scrap paper, breathing, fantasizing, wishing, waiting – until Alex and Lena are done meticulously going over their answers, meticulously making sure that not a mark is out of place.
They don’t leave before their friends do because they know it’ll send them into a panic. That they did something wrong. That they’re stupid for taking too long. That they’re alone, alone, alone.
And they’re not alone. So they wait.
And they all leave together, Alex with her phone bursting with congratulatory texts from Kara, taking selfies in her high school bathroom with thumbs up and kisses and congratulations on finishing captions.
They all leave together, pushing out the doors of the lecture hall, out of the maze of the science building, and into the dazzling daylight of their campus.
None of them have slept, and none of them have treated their bodies particularly well, beyond what the people who love them forced them to eat, to drink.
But now? Now they get to lay on the quad – James spreading his jacket down for Lena, Maggie pulling Alex into her arms, Lucy adjusting Winn like he’s a pillow – and they get to laugh, and they get to sleep, and they get to dare to dream that they’re worth it, that they did it, that are, indeed, more than the sum of their scores.