more important than sleep

Welcome to the little-discussed world of adult sleeping arrangements, where many couples secretly don’t sleep next to each other. We don’t talk about it much because those who do sleep next to each other think that our relationships must be horribly broken, and we don’t feel the need to justify our choices, or get into details of the logistics of our intimate lives. But talked about or not, it is true – many more couples than you might think choose sleep separately for exactly the reasons shown by this data. A good night’s sleep is more important in the long run than physical proximity to your partner.

you could get two body pillows-

My rules of running (based on my experience)

1) eat at least 2 hours before running. If it’s something light and carby, it can be less but at least 45 minutes

2) stop drinking water 50-60 minutes before running. It causes cramps

3) 3+ liters of water daily

4) sleep is your BEST friend. Sleep is as/more important than the work you’re doing. You will stay where you are or get worse if you don’t sleep enough, it is the body’s opportunity to rebuild what you broke down during running/training

5) always eat *enough (*= however much until you feel full and satisfied. Try to stick to whole foods and fruit&veggies, but the world won’t end when you eat something processed. Treat yourself often, you deserve it girl!). Also note that your fitness is what’s inside of you and not entirely aesthetic

6) don’t spend too much energy on nutrition. The best athletes have a general guideline of what to eat during training, but you should never restrict yourself if you’re training at a high volume. Or even if you’re not. Just eat freely you’ll feel better while running, guaranteed

7) enjoy every single run. There will be times where you can’t pound the pavement due to injury or something else so never take any run for granted

8) trial of miles, miles of trials. There will be a daily grind that isn’t always glamorous but it’ll always be there and there’s comfort in that

9) workouts are the place to get better. In order to get better, you need to push your body into discomfort. Be honest about what that means to you

10) LEAVE YOUR NEGATIVITY AT THE DOOR. Being negative is a choice, no matter what. Don’t choose it!!!!!

11) trust that process. You’re doing everything you do for a reason. Trust that it WILL get you where you want to go.

12) shitting in the woods is okay and even encouraged!!!

Good Lust

Thank you ALL for being patient with me, the past month has been a blur, but here we are…a quick one-shot as I complete the follow up to Barcelona. Enjoy :)

A/N: You faked an orgasm, Bucky overhears this, his ego is bruised and his anger unbound.

I didn’t have to turn to feel his searing heat upon my back as we entered the house. This was a new kind of anger with its own set of consequences. I opened the door to our bedroom and walked to the window looking out into the gray sky and as if on cue the rain pelted heavily against the window as the lightning cracked into the now darkened sky, which matched Bucky’s current mood. He didn’t say anything, he dropped his bag on the chair and unzipped it, unpacking its contents loudly as he observed me silently, which meant he had something on his mind.

“Are you going to tell me what I did wrong?” I asked turning to face him. “Or will I have to guess?” My words having more bite than I intended.

The dull ache in Bucky’s temple came forth with a burning vengeance. “You faked an orgasm.”

The air left my lungs and my knees weakened as he uttered those four words. I inhaled deeply trying to steady myself, but the tremor went deep to the bone.

“Oh my God,” I repeated to myself silently. He knows, how does he know? Did the ladies tell him? No, they wouldn’t.

“You were spying on me?” I stated. I knew that he wasn’t but I didn’t know what else to say.

After we debriefed the men went to the weight room to unwind and the ladies and I went to the steam room to decompress. Wanda and Nat were talking about past relationships and the lengths they went to feed the male ego and the subject of faking an orgasm came up.

His anger broiled. “How many did you fake?”

“You are being ridiculous.” I deflected.

“Don’t you dare.” He replied. “I’m not playing this game with you.”

“It’s not a game. You won’t believe what I say, so why try to explain?”

“What we do in our bedroom is between you and I, Doll, not you, I and the whole damn team.”

“I know.” I answered trying to defuse his anger.

“Then why would you fucking tell them about our sex life?” He shouted as his anger found another spark.

He never cursed at me, this was new. My inner goddess slipped her headphones over her ears and began to file her nails. She wasn’t having any parts of this argument.

“It wasn’t like that, you are making this into something that it’s not.”

“How many did you fake?” He asked as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

“James, please.”

“How many?”

“One. It was only once.”


“Does it matter?”

“When?” He repeated rubbing his eyes.

“Wakanda.” I answered, watching as his mind flashed back to that night.

We’ve been in Wakanda for a few weeks training alongside T’Challa’s team from sunrise to sunset. Into the third week, the training started to take its toll on my body, unlike Bucky and the rest of the team who thrived off of the exhaustion that seems to roll off their muscular backs like sweat, I was the opposite.

By the time we showered and went to bed, all I wanted to do was sleep and rest my achy limbs, but Bucky wanted more than I could physically give him, I should’ve said I was too tired or that I’m not in the mood, but I didn’t, I opened my legs and felt his steel as he overpowered me, but I couldn’t get there and I knew the only way out was to fake an orgasm. Sleep was more important then, than his male ego.

“I’m sorry.” I croaked as my thoughts reeled through my head.

“Sorry? That’s all you have to say?” He exhaled loudly, signaling that he was completely done with this conversation.

“I don’t know what else you want me to say. I should’ve told you I was too tired, but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

He scoffs. “My feelings? Did you take my feelings into consideration when you told Wanda and Natasha that I couldn’t satisfy you, so you had to fake it.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth. I never said you didn’t satisfy me because you do in every way and I’m sorry. If I could go back I wouldn’t have said anything, but I can’t.” I paused, “please.”

The energy shifted in the room from anger to lust then mingling together in a thick sexual fog that was unadulterated good lust. He pulled his shirt over his head and undid his jeans. 

“What are you doing?” I asked watching the angry and sexy striptease. 

He steps out of his jeans and boxers and strides towards me in one swift movement, words were obsolete, he reaches for me sweeping the dress over my head. My chest heaves as his fingers brushed against my nipples that pebbled, the fire between us was undeniable as our lips met.

Without warning, he enters me, filling me to the hilt in one swift movement. He pulls my legs towards him, so that they fell on the sides of the pillow, giving him full control. He grips my waist and slams into me repeatedly, holding me in place as he delved deeply and deliciously into my epicenter. I grabbed ahold of his knee as he unleashed his wrath upon me like the unyielding winds of a hurricane.

I screamed out, “James! I’m coming, oh God!”

He rolls me onto my back, “Are you lying to me?” He asked as his knee pried my legs apart, delving into me with one sweet, aching and smooth stroke and then another, and another, deeper than the previous. “Are you faking it?”

“No, please!” I pleaded, but he was deaf to all pleas, cries, and moans. I don’t know at what point I lost myself in the multiple orgasms that rippled throughout what was left of my shattered psyche, but I no longer knew myself. I was nothing but dead weight in his hands.

And all because I faked an orgasm.

Song listened to while writing this Good Lust - Keaton Henson

Dad was someone who was committed to the narrative of a situation rather more than the practicality.  So he would wrap me up and take me out of bed in the middle of the night to show me the glow-worms in the hedge or Halley’s Comet gliding across a star-filled sky.  For him, me seeing these wonders of nature was much more important than sleeping, which I could do anytime.

I like to think that wherever Dad is now, there is a hat on his head, a stick in his hand and a whistle on his lips.  There’s probably a cat about somewhere too.  There should always be a cat.
—  Rhianna Pratchett, “The Terry Pratchett Diary”
Nigh Time Cuddles

Dean Winchester x Reader

This is for @chaos-and-the-calm67! Hope this helps you feel a little better!! I’m always open to talk to, if you need it!!

Laying there, next to Dean, you listened to his steady breathing, trying to let it calm you. In and out, you could hear the breath go, and you tried to let it relax you back into sleep.

You weren’t sure why you were still awake. Or why you felt this way. As if you were empty, or just out of sorts. It was a hard feeling to dismiss, leaving you laying there, alone while everyone else in the bunker slumbered on.

Finally giving in to your sleeplessness, you slipped out of bed, staring down at your sleeping boyfriend. He looked so peaceful, so much more innocent than the ruthless killer he could be. Wanting nothing more than to awaken him with a kiss, to have him hold you in your arms and tell you everything would be alright, you forced yourself to take a step back.

 With your bare feet freezing on the cold tile, you tip toed out of the room, down the hallway past Sam’s closed door. Into the library you went, into your favorite corner of the place. You had worked hard on making the place your own. With your plush arm chair, and a blanket, along with a small table and lamp, it was where Dean often found you.

Turning the light on, you pulled out your music player, where you always kept it stashed for nights like this. Wrapping the blanket around you, you turned it on, turning it straight to Bon Jovi. Your go to comfort music, your favorite music to listen to. 

Sitting there, you leaned your head back, closing your eyes. Knowing you would scare Dean if you fell asleep in the chair and not beside him, you still kept your eyes closed, trying to calm the annoying thoughts in your mind.

Minutes passed, and tears trickled down your cheeks. So lost in your music you didn’t hear Dean’s bare feet as they padded into the room. You didn’t notice him rubbing his eyes as he tried to blink the sleep away from them. “Hey babe.” He said softly, pulling one ear bud from your ear. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Shaking your head no, you gave in when he gently lifted you from the chair, Settling back down, he wrapped the blanket around the two of you. Taking the dangling earbud, he pressed it into his ear. “Bon Jovi?”

Nodding, he smiled. “Bon Jovi does rock on occasion.” He teased, cracking a smile from you. Settling your head on his chest, you relaxed in his arms, just like you wanted to.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He finally asked, his hand running up and down your arm.

“You looked so peaceful. I know you needed your sleep.” You explained, but he shook his head.

“Never. My sleep is never more important than your feelings.” He insisted, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You know I would never give up a chance to hold you in my arms.”

“I needed to be held in your arms.” You answered back, snuggling deeper into them. “It always feels like the world can’t hurt me when I’m in their safety.”

“Good. Because that’s what I want you to feel. I want you to know I will always be there for you. That me, and Bon Jovi, are here to make sure that you don’t face anything on your own.” He told you before leaning down and capturing your lips with his.

@chaos-and-the-calm67 I hope this is kind of what you were looking for!! Much love!!


Standing out in the rain

♦"Darling, come back inside! You’ll catch cold!“
♦"But Tom… It feels good.”
♦Tom running out to join you, an umbrella in his hand.
♦"You can stand under my umbrella.“ he smiles.

Starting play fights with just about anything

🔹"Pass me the flour please?“
🔹Tom flicking a small bunch at you, causing you to gasp and flick some back
🔹"Oh it’s on Love.”
🔹You guys throwing things at each other whilst running through the house.
🔹"No. NO. Put. The. Cookie. Batter. Down darling.“
🔹"Not until you put down the egg.”
🔹"What egg? You mean..this one?“ he says, cracking it and throwing the excess gunk at you.
🔹You flinging some of the cookie batter at him and he tackles you to the ground.
🔹"We did a good job.” he says on top of you and wiping off a piece of batter and eating it. He kisses you and you giggle.
🔹“Mmm. Cookie Batter.”

Shutting you up with kisses

🔸"Love, it’s just a movie.“ 🔸"Just a movie Tom? That’s like saying Tessa is just a dog.”
🔸"Love, she is a dog.“ he says laughing.
🔸"Oh hush up. You know what I mean. I just don’t understand why-”
🔸His lips meet yours, stopping you.
🔸"Darling I love you…but shut up.“ he smiles.

Him stressed from shooting

⭐"Princess… I need you… I’ve had such a shit day. I need my princess” he texts.
⭐"Aw Tom… You want to go out and eat?“
⭐"Not really..”
⭐"Want me to drive to the set? “
⭐"A little…..”
⭐"You’re such a baby. I’m on my way.“
⭐"Am not! And hurrryyy.”

Him traveling messes up your guys’ time zones

💬"It’s 3am and I want you to know that I really fucking love you"
💬"I don’t care. Your good mornings are more important than sleep.“
💬"No… Sleep is important my Love. Goodnight, and I’ll see you real soon ❤”
💬"Love you Tom 💙"

Him texting you before his plane lands at the airport

⚡"Did you know…"
⚡"Know what?“
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"Lol did you know…"
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"I love you too.“
⚡"To the moon and back?”
⚡"Forever my darling.“
⚡"And ever.“

You guys going over to his parents house during the holidays

🌺 Him letting you wrap your legs around his as you both watched a movie in his room upstairs
🌺Running your hands through his hair as he moved to lay on you lap.
🌺Playing with his hands after
🌺Falling asleep in his arms whilst at his parents house due to jet lag
🌺"Tom! Y/N! Dinner’s ready!“ His mom calls, going upstairs. She opens the door to see you guys snuggled up and smiles
🌺You wake up later on, to see Tom and his brothers outside playing Basketball from his window.
🌺You going downstairs to see his parents talking
🌺"Oh! Hope you and Tom slept well. Dinner is in the kitchen if you would like some dear.“ his mom said smiling.
🌺"We’re glad he’s found someone to keep him grounded. Harrison wasn’t enough.” His father jokes.

You having to leave due to a job matter

💎"I hate waking up early.“ You tell Tom, stuffing your bag.
💎"I hate waking up.. And hearing your voice over the phone.. When I should be hearing it right next to me.” he says, his head resting on your shoulder as you packed.
💎"I love you.“ you whisper, facing Tom.
💎"I love you.“he says, pecking your cheek and grabbing his keys to drive you to the airport.

You guys are home, walking around the park.

👑"Hey darling?”
👑"Yes Tom”
👑"I wanna be a superhero. Guess my name.“
👑"Nope. Your Man.”
👑"You’re a dork Holland.“

Tom only having another week of break before he goes to New York to shoot

✨You start dancing around as you clean the living room barefoot.
✨Him watching you and then joining you.
✨Him dipping and spinning you.
✨"Guess all those dance lessons paid off.“ he teases.
✨"And by dance lessons you mean genetics” you smile.
✨Him showering you wirh kisses because you’re adorable
✨"Did *Kiss* I Kiss* tell *Kiss* you *Kiss* that* Kiss* I *Kiss* love *Kiss* You? *Kiss*

Going home and just enjoying each others company before he has to leave for shooting

🌟"Darling, I love you.“ he says as you guys are doing a 100 piece puzzle on the floor.
🌟You look up at him, sitting up just to peck his cheek.
🌟"I love you too.”
🌟You guys kiss and it gets heated
🌟Him being an absolute gentlemen
🌟But can be whatever you want if you ask
🌟Him always making sure you’re okay as you guys progress more. 👉👌

Dropping him off at the airport

💫Kissing him goodbye at the airport and turning to leave, only to have him call your name
💫"Yes Tom?“
💫You see his bags on the floor and arms wide open
💫You go and hug him
💫"I just needed to smell you again.” he whispers.
💫You giggle and kiss his chest
💫"I left a jacket of mine in your bag. The one I always wear but it’s too big for me?“
💫"Of course.” he says, looking down and smiling
💫You guys kiss one last time and wave goodbye as he enters the tunnel.

anonymous asked:

Um uh, hi. I know you guys are a busy, but uh. I'm not good with horror stuff, and I read this post that started out cute but then turned scary somehow? And now I can't sleep. I was just wondering if I could get a little thing about how Noctis or Gladiolus (or all the chocobros but if you don't wanna/don't have time don't worry about it) would calm down/help their s/o get to sleep when scared?

Okay this is way more important than the cute thing! I need to help you sleep!


‘The Calming Touch’


  • Noctis understands nightmares, and the horror stuff
  • He’s actually a baby when it comes to horror, 100% cannot handle scary shit. Especially jump scares.
  • He will lay down with his s/o, and play with their hair.
  • Not only that. He will kiss their face, everywhere.
  • Get ready for a smooch because he’s coming in
  • Cuddles, or he’ll hold his s/o against his chest
  • Will 100& be the pillow or big spoon, he will do whatever his s/o needs
  • He will assure his s/o they’re safe bc there’s no way in hell he’ll let anyone hurt them. Ever.


  • Gladio will read to his s/o
  • Nothing scary, maybe a action or an adventure story
  • If it’s not working he’ll take them beside the fire and star gaze with them
  • “See that star there? It’s the brightest one in the sky, but it’s definitely not as bright as your smile.”
  • Cue 10000+ pickup lines and a list of reasons he loves his s/o
  • He will stay up all night with them if he must, anything for his s/o


  • Iggy is going to get his s/o a glass of warm milk first and foremost.
  • Then he will sit them down for a bit outside the tent and smooth out their hair
  • He may even brush it for them if they find the gesture calming.
  • After seeing their fear he will be holding them all night
  • Every time they wimper or freeze up he’d squeeze them as a reminder that he’s there, and he’s not going anywhere
  • Because he isn’t going anywhere
  • If they wake up at 1am he’ll wake up at 1am too, they’re not about to be alone.


  • Prompto totally gets the fear thing
  • Seriously, you’re in the middle of the wilderness while demons RUN AROUND BELOW WHERE YOU’RE SLEEPING
  • He would not only stay up to play dumb apps with his s/o, he’d probably suggest it
  • He’s just as scared but he’s pretty good at hiding it
  • Clings to his s/o, while lightly singing a song in hopes of calming them both down as he gestures for them to lean their head against his chest and just listen to his heartbeat 
Instinctual Variants and Cruelty

Tbh tho, each instinctual variant stacking has a degree of cruelty associated with each.

Sp-blind is perhaps the least cruel of them all depending on how one looks at it. They can simulate closeness as well as be close to family and friends. But on the flip side, their cruelty shows on the way they treat themselves. By designating acquaintances and friendships as more important than themselves, all their resources — energy, time, sleep, money, etc — go to upkeeping these relationships. They run themselves figuratively bankrupt of everything they have.

Sx and so-blind both differ on the level of cruelty depending upon what viewpoint they are seen from.

Sx-blinds remain cruel to those that view them to be close friends. By putting themselves and their social acquaintances as foremost, they easily neglect and sometimes downright abandon those that have emotional connections to them. Sx-blinds can leave as quickly and easily as they come. Ask them if they fondly recall your friendship a few years down the line and chances are they won’t even be able to remember your name.

Lastly, so-blinds are cruel to anyone and everyone that wishes to be their friend but doesn’t fall within their sx category. So-blinds aren’t quick to call someone a friend. Even knowing them for a year coupled with countless deep conversations may not be enough. It is not uncommon for so-doms/fixes to realize somewhere down the line they mean nothing to their so-blind friend, and no matter how much they can try, their efforts bring them farther from becoming a true friend of the so-blind.


Originally posted by haidaspicciare

Pairing: Dean x wife!Reader
Word count: 562
Warnings: angst

Part 5 of Last Chance

Nothing really changed after the wedding. You’d always acted married. The only difference was when on a case, he’d text you goodnight and add ‘love you, mrs w’, always making you smile. He loved reminding you that you were his wife, and he couldn’t be any happier. You loved being able to sign your married name now, lighting up every time.

Life moved forward, never stopping to give you a break. Before you knew it, your son was off at school, making new friends and growing up. That left you at home with just your daughter, unless Dean was home from a hunt.

You weren’t sure when it started, and how you’d missed it, but when he was home, he wasn’t. You could be in the same room, but feel like you didn’t even exist. He’d put all his focus into anything but you. It hurt, but you figured that he was stressed from hunts. So, you brushed it off, and did things to make him happy. Every day you seemed to be upping your efforts, with no results.

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Nct dream reaction to their s/o being born in 00 or younger

MARK- This boy would be so caring! He’d always want to make sure you’re alright and we’ll. He loved that you were younger than him and would think of you as so SMOL. He’d always be by your side to protect you from things that’s weren’t that big of a deal.


-I don’t need a scarf Mark! Besides I’m a big girl I don’t need you to tell me what to do

-Big girl? you’re the youngest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!

-Mark what are you talking about, I’m not even that much younger than you. *laughs while walking away*

-*Raps a scarf around you* See now, you won’t be cold *kisses your cheek*

-Aw Mark *Blushes*

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RENJUN- He’d be so cute with you! He loved that you were around the same age. He’d keep your relationship on the down low when you two are around other members but as soon as its just the two of you, he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off you. 

-Y/N you know you’re so cute right *heart eyes*

-What are you talking about Renjun, we both know that you’re the cute one in this relationship

-*looks at you in disbelief* Are you crazy? Look at you! *squishes your face*

-hmm Stopppp! 

-*starts tickling you*  Say you’re the cutest one here! Or I won’t stop! 

-Hahaha Omg Renjun stop! *Starts fidgeting from him tickling you*

-Say it Y/N *tickles you even more*

-Okayokay *Hahaha* I’M THE CUTEST ONE HERE! 

-There you go *Stops tickling you* Was that THAT bad?

-No, it wasn’t that bad *looks away*

-*kisses you* See you’re the cutest

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JENO- you two would be so cute together and everyone would tell you two that. He’d walk you places to make sure that nothing bad happened to you. He’d take car of you so well, since you were younger. He’d always have an eye on you. 

-Jisung do you know where Y/N is?

-Um no sorry

-God where is she? Maybe something bad happened to her!?

He would look everywhere for you, hoping that you were alright. 

-Y/N! Where were you! I was looking everywhere for you!

-Jeno i told you I was going to the washroom 

-OMG never do that again I thought you died! (He’d be super dramatic) 

-Its been 5 minutes!

-Okay, now that you’re here! wanna go to the fair? *smiley eyes* 

-UM k. This is sudden

-*kisses you then grabs your arm and drags you away to the fair*

Originally posted by princerenjun

HAECHAN- Honestly you two would have a love-hate relationship, you guys would insult each other like every second of the day. Mark would hate you guys so much, always making fun of him. Haechan would always say things like “I know you love me” and just cheesy things like that

-Hey Y/N can I ask you a question?

-Sure what is it?

-Why do you like me? *He’d tilt his head to the side like a cute lil dog*

-Well um..

-*Cuts you off* actually I know why, I mean look at me, how can you not like me? 

-*blinks at him*

-I mean I don’t even know how you can keep your hands off me! 

-HAECHAN! you can’t just say things like that! 

-Well if it makes you fell better, I’ve fallen for you too Y/N *literally falls*

Originally posted by haenyan

JAEMIN- Although you guys were dating you guys would act like BFF. Always by each other’s side, always laughing He’d treat you almost like a little sister. Like all the other boys he’d always want to protect you. ( But lately, with Jaemin’s herniated disc you’d be taking care of him)

-Y/N I’m fine! You can go home, it’s okay

-No! I need to take care of you! I still have soup for you!

-But I had all the soup! And it was SUPER good, but Y/N you have to go home and sleep, it’s late

-Okay fine, but only because you want me to. If it was up to me I’d stay with you the entire night, so that you wouldn’t be lonely.

-Your health is more important than my loneliness. 

-*kisses him on his forehead* Bye babe, sleep well

-Y/N! *You look back at him* Love you 


Originally posted by haechannie

CHENLE- This lil ball of joy would be just the sweetest. Always making sure that you were happy and taken care of. He’d love calling you cute nicknames that made you smile. Which would make him smile, JUST A LOT OF SMILES

-Hey Y/N *He’d say singing* I bought you something! 

-Chenle, you don’t have to buy me anything. 

-*Shows you a bouquet of flowers and chocolate* Here you go Y/N I remember you telling me that these was your favorite flowers *smiles at you*

-Omg Chenle! You shouldn’t have (all you could do was smile at this ball of sunshine) 

-And I got you the sweetest chocolate cause you’re the sweetest girl *heart eyes*

-*kisses his cheek* you’re one of a kind Zhong Chen Le

Originally posted by neotechs

JISUNG- He’d be a little shy around you when the others are around, but he’d be super open with you then the doors are closed. Although he’s the maknae and he’s usually the “baby” of the group he’d still be protective over you. 

-Wait Y/N don’t do that! You might get hurt! 

-Jisung.. I know how an oven works…

-Okay fine, but when you’re done can I lick the spoon? *cutely blinking at you*

-Sure Jisung, but don’t touch that bowl, its hot

-Hehe you don’t want me to get hurt? *blink blink*

-No i don’t, now here’s your spoon

-Yummmy this is so good! Who’s it for?

-It’s for you, now can I actually finish this? So I have something to give you later

-Okay sure I’ll pretend like I didn’t try it yet *blows you a kiss*

Originally posted by haechannie

Just a little fun fact for you guys, all our admin are born 00 or younger 

-Admin V

eviduso  asked:

Please consider: trans will freaking out and giving a younger camper a long lecture after they come into the infirmary with bruised/cracked ribs from binding with ace bandages and after that incident you can get free binders at the infirmary if you need it

Will Solace had seen a lot of things in his days as head medic of Camp Half Blood, head surgeon on the battlefield, and head counselor of the Apollo cabin. A lot of those things had scared him, had scarred him, and had left him gasping for breath afterwards, waking from night terrors that shook him awake to stare at the moon as if asking for guidance. Most of these things included the sinew-y stubs of missing limbs, bloodied wounds left by claws and teeth, or insides that were, decidedly, no longer insides; things like that. There were other things, too, that shook him - these for an entirely different reason.

There were other things, too, that hit far too close to home.

To set the scene: it was a relatively quiet day. There hadn’t been any new campers for a few weeks now, so there were less newbies getting injured trying to “climb the totem pole” and impress people. No one had come back from any quests recently and likely wouldn’t for a week yet at least. There’d only been a handful minor injuries so far for the day. Younger campers coming in with scratched knees or aching tummies had been the most of Will’s worries for the majority of the morning and he was rather glad for it.

At least, until Mateo Herrera came into the infirmary.

Now, Mateo; he was a good kid. Mateo, in fact, was a very good kid and very rarely ended up in the infirmary. Mostly, Will knew him from the few times Austin could manage to drag his older brother to his music classes. Mateo played the trombone and was very good at it for a beginner. Will respected that. By Kayla’s descriptions, he was also quite good at archery - it was almost uncanny, in fact, how close the two sharp-shooters were in ability, despite Mateo being much newer to the craft.

Distantly, Will wondered when Apollo would hurry up and claim the boy. He was unclaimed and had been for the six months he’d been at camp. Surely it wouldn’t be much longer, right?

This was what Will thought often in regards to the younger boy, but was definitely far from his thoughts when Mateo whispered his reason for being there.

“Will,” said Mateo, his whisper fear-filled and a bit too loud. “My chest has been hurting and I think I know why.”

Normally, Will would chalk it up to growing pains, give dear Matty-boy an aspirin or something, and send him on his way out, but the way Mateo was holding himself seemed more serious. He was obviously very sore and seemed to have difficulty breathing comfortably.

“Why’s that, Mr. Herrera?” Will said as nicely as he could (though Nico told him often that his bedside manner when he was in “Doctor Mode” was oftentimes absolutely dreadful and usually hilariously so).

Mateo’s dark brown eyes looked down at his red and black sneakers, his weight shifting from his left side to his right. He looked up at Will in embarrassment, taking a hand up to smooth the dark curls growing out of his head. “Well,” he said. “I have kind of a… body issue. And the way I take care of it makes it ache.”

Will nodded seriously, hoping distantly that his eyes conveyed kindness. “What is this issue, Mateo?”

He coughed, which quickly died and turned into a wince, accompanied by a slight wince. Mateo admitted with difficulty, “I have breasts. And I… bandage them to make them less noticeable b-but-”

“Wait,” Will’s eyes grew wide and he knew he was showing a bit of teeth, but he couldn’t help himself. The look on his face was undoubtedly the same expression he’d made many an occasion - occasions such as, for example, the first time Austin said “bitch” and the first time Kayla admitted that she kind of wanted to join the Hunters of Artemis (but that was a story for a different time). It was a look of disappointment - the shocked, protectively angry kind of disappointment. “Bandage, you said?”

Face full of shame, Mateo nodded. “Yeah, ace bandages. They aren’t that good but they can make you pretty flat-”

Will put down the clipboard he’d been holding as carefully as he could. Without meaning to, he’d begun to grip it so hard that his knuckles had turned white and since he didn’t want to break it, it seemed wiser this way. “Mr. Herrera, will you follow me to the back? I’d like you to take those bandages off for a quick x-ray. This may be urgent.”

Mateo nodded, visibly sweating. “Okay,” his voice shook. “Yeah, no problem.”

In a few minutes time, Mateo had taken the x-rays, and seemed very glad to be out of the ace bandages, though Will could see those lines setting into the younger boy’s face that seemed to spell one thing, a thing Will knew very well; dysphoria. Will knew it wouldn’t be easy for poor Mateo, but he had to put his foot down.

“No more binding.” Will demanded. Mateo opened his mouth to protest but the blond shook his golden-haired head. “No. No buts and no whats. I’m the doctor and I say no binding, at least for a while. Ace bandages are not okay, Matty.”

Mateo looked down at his feet again, examined the light reflecting off of the three remaining aglets. His eyes shined too, only with tears.

Will sighed, his heart maybe breaking a little. “Mateo… I understand, okay? But there are better ways. Safer ways. Your ribs aren’t like normal bones. Those bandages can squeeze them all wrong, break them even. You seem to be mostly alright, luckily, it was smart of you to come to me, but… I’ll check the x-ray just to be sure.”

Mateo nodded. He rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand and sniffled. “Thanks. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Will said. “Be safer. I’m gonna have to ask you not to bind for at least a week. But, don’t worry. I won’t bind either. You won’t be alone in this.”

Mateo made a face, confused. “Wait, I don’t understand. What do you mean you won’t either?”

“I’m trans, too, Matty-man.” Will shrugged. “I don’t really hide it. But, after all this, I can help you get a real binder too. You’re a bigger size than me,” Will was a bean pole of a boy and Mateo was much shorter and a bit chubby. He’d definitely need a bigger size - Will was already theorizing his measurements, which, once he realized he was, was a bit creepy. “So I can’t lend you one of mine, but we can get them here easily enough.”


Will shrugged again. “Mr. D is the genderfluid patron god of transgender and gender non-conforming individuals. I’m always surprised more people don’t know that.”

Mateo smiled for the first time since he’d walked into the infirmary. “Wait, really?”

Will nodded. “Yup. I would be, except I’m not genderfluid and also about a gazillion years too late.” Mateo laughed, so Will continued. “Some sweet benefits, though, right?” Giggling quietly, Mateo nodded in agreement, and Will let himself relax a bit.

It had been a long time since Will was in Mateo’s shoes, and had definitely been lucky to have Cecil’s mother, who was and always would be PFLAG to the grave and had immediately done everything she could to help this baby she had taken in, to help this boy she’d barely known be true to himself and to the people around him. As soon as Will had begun to have noticeable… unwanted developments, he’d gotten his first binder - a simple black tank that had meant the world to him. It was too small now, but he still had it. Sentimental value and all that.

If Mateo had been able to fit it, however, Will would’ve handed it over. No one had told him that ace bandages were bad, it was obvious. No one had helped him cut his hair, which was a mess of curls cut at short but varying lengths once you saw it up close. No one had helped Mateo be Mateo. And Will would do anything to give this kid the same kind of influence that his mama - and he would always call her that, Mama - had given him.

“Wait,” Mateo murmured. “You mean that? You won’t bind either?”

Will shook his head. “Nope. Think of it like… a blood pact. Except, instead of blood, it’s boobs. A boob pact.”

Mateo bit his lip to keep from laughing. “A boob pact?”

Solemn as he knew how to be, Will nodded. “A boob pact. A sacred bond between trans brothers. If you have to free ball it, then I will too.”

It was a moment that passed, in near silence, a kind of special care in the air between them, before Mateo tentatively smiled. “Thank you, Will.”

And Will smiled. “Of course, bud. Now…. Let’s take a look at those x-rays, huh? And then we can talk colors for your binder.”

“I like red.”

“Red is definitely your color. Absolutely yes.”

Maybe this encounter with Mr. Herrera wouldn’t wake Will in the dead of night, shaking. Making it wouldn’t bug him too terribly in daylight hours, even - the problem was solved, after all. But, when he would lay down for the night, pajamas warm and clean, blanket soft, pillows fluffed and cool, Will would be unable to close his eyes. He’d be stuck thinking of every home like Mateo’s, every home like the one Will had grown up in - if you could call those things homes. Every place and every transgender child with a sad face and a lie on their nametag. These are the things that stain his evening thoughts, that remind him of days long past. Things are better now, he tells himself. I’m safe now. I can help kids in ways more important than even I realize. Sometimes, it helps him sleep. The look on Mateo’s face when he sees his first binder… it helps. The look on Mama’s face when he tosses a golden drachma into a spray of rainbow mist just before bed, the yell of happy surprise when she notices the call… it helps.

But there is still work to be done.


sorry this got super weird and dark aksjda ive been having Thoughts and i wanted to add them here. to lgbt, mogai, or otherwise queer people struggling with accepting their identity - it may not always seem like it, but its does get better. maybe not all at once or all the time, but please, take it one day at a time. remember the people that come after us too. we have to survive. for people like us, we have to survive. keep the legacy alive, keep fighting for a better future, so people like us, so kids like mateo here don’t have to fight quite so hard. and for the love of god don’t bind with ace bandages and don’t double bind!!!!!!! be safe out there, you dorks! - mod will

Teenagers are not lazy.
Teenagers. Are. Not. Lazy.
Teenagers wake up before the sun every day, often much earlier than their parents do for work. They go through 6 ½ hours of school every day, often taking difficult and rigorous classes in order to qualify for college scholarships. While doing this, they must simultaneously balance the social and emotional pressures of high school- trying desperately to figure out who they are and what they stand for in a world where they are judged so harshly.
After classes and extracurricular activities, which sometimes run late into the night, they go home and do homework. This can take hours, and be both physically and mentally draining, but they do it anyway because they have been taught grades are more important than self care.
After finishing, they go to sleep and do it all over again the next day.
So I beg of you, stop with the notion that teenagers are lazy. Stop stereotyping the group of people - yes, people - who were thrust into this system of your design. Being a teenager is hard, a lot harder than it was thirty years ago.
We wake up before the sun every day for two reasons: because it was forced upon us, and because it is the only foreseeable path towards a future worth having.
—  an open letter to the forty-somethings I hear this from constantly // c.r.h.
welcome home

my fourth entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #4: welcome home

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1 / day 2 / day 3

“You’re sure this will work?” Lance blurts.

Pidge types furiously, while Hunk peers over her shoulder at the lines of code on the screen. Lance, on the other hand, can’t seem to sit still. His legs are practically begging to move. And he happily obliges, pacing anxiously from one side of the control room to the other.

“It should,” Pidge assures him. “Even Slav seemed to think so.”

The alien in question is nowhere to be seen. Lance could really care less; he has more important things to worry about right now.

A few days—or quintants—ago, Pidge managed to detect Shiro’s presence. It was faint and, unfortunately, the reading placed him smackdab in the middle of Galra territory. Based on the coordinates, he was trapped in another Galran prison.

Once his location was determined, Keith made his decision without a second thought: they would rescue Shiro.

No one opposed him, of course, and the castle ship was scheduled to teleport across the universe as soon as possible. The rest of the team came together and offered to do whatever they could to help. Lance refused to leave Keith’s side throughout the entire process. There’s no way he was leaving that reckless bastard alone.

But, even under Lance’s watch, Keith was captured.

Not in the conventional sense either. Lance didn’t completely understand what happened but suffice to say Keith and Shiro were stuck in an alternate dimension. The astral plane, as Pidge dubbed it. And when Lance found out, he… okay, maybe he went a bit overboard.

For an entire week, Lance didn’t sleep. He didn’t need it, not when two members of the team were stuck in another dimension. Finding Keith—finding them was far more important than maintaining his precious sleep schedule.

(Not that Keith ever needs to know that.)

To his relief, Lance didn’t have to order the other paladins around. They were just as desperate to save their missing teammates, and finally reunite the Voltron paladins. Even Coran and Allura spent their days helping Pidge and providing useful information about travelling between alternate universes.

And now here they are. Seven quintants later, they’re ready.

“It has to work,” Lance mutters, lowering his voice.

The extracting device is bizarre, covered in numerous buttons, knobs, and gauges. Coran had found it and tasked Hunk with fixing any of the broken parts. Pidge updated the software, and Lance volunteered to double check the program for any bugs. Sure, he doesn’t have as much experience as Pidge, but he still knows his way around a code.

Pidge skims through the data and pinpoints the weakest spot in the surrounding space. Thankfully, it’s far enough from the Galran prison ship to avoid drawing attention to themselves. The machine hums softly as it charges up. A loud bing fills the room, the only sound to be heard, and Pidge taps the space bar on the computer built into the device.

A brilliant blue ray, unlike anything Lance has ever seen before, fires from a wide barrel attached to the ship. The beam strikes a seemingly random spot in the void of space. Lance pauses, shoulders tense, as he watches the beam quickly fizzle to nothing.

The silence is heavier than before. Lance can’t seem to breathe properly and turns to Pidge. “What just happened?”

“That… I don’t know.” Pidge bows her head.

“No.” Lance chuckles bitterly. “No, no.” His eyes flit to Hunk. “No.”


Suddenly, a sharp sound cuts through the air like the crack of a whip. Lance doesn’t have time to react before he’s collapsing to the ground, trapped beneath a panting, half-naked Keith Kogane.

Someone screams—Hunk, maybe?—and Lance barely glimpses Allura tackling Shiro in a hug. There’s another figure, too, caught in what appears to be a bone-crushing embrace. The head of chestnut brown hair seems strangely familiar. “Matt!” Pidge cries as she continues to squeeze him. Ah yes.

Meanwhile, Lance struggles to breathe but for a completely different reason than earlier.

“La—Lance?” Keith pulls back enough to make eye contact. A flush extends all the way from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. Even his chest looks a little pink. “Why are—oh my God.”

Keith immediately scrambles to his feet. Lance goes to join him, but pain in his lower back keeps him from moving quite as quickly. Figures, he thinks with a sigh. But then everything sinks in and—

“Holy shit, Keith,” Lance gasps. He doesn’t care if he has an audience; he’s going to hug the fuck out of Keith. “You’re alive!”

“Yeah? You act like—oof!”

Lance wraps his arms around Keith and lifts him into the air, spinning him in a circle. “Keith is alive! You can suck Voltron’s massive mechanical dick, Zarkon—“

“Lance,” Shiro groans.

“—because Keith Kogane, king of the mullets, is alive!” To his delight, the outburst draws a laugh from Keith. A real laugh.

His back chooses that exact moment to remind him it hurts, and Lance winces. Slowly, he sets Keith back on the ground. Lance can’t tear his gaze away from the flushed cheeks and blinding grin directed his way. Keith has never looked more attractive and, boy, if that isn’t an interesting development.

“You know,” Keith drawls, glancing around the room. “I’m not the only one who lived through that, Lance.”


“Shit, yeah, um,” Lance splutters. He shoots Matt and Shiro an excited thumbs up. “Congrats on living, guys!”

They exchange a knowing Look, and Lance feels his stomach sink. He’s happy to see them reunited, but Matt is a Holt, after all. Plus, the two have been friends for ages. I’m in big trouble.

Once the others break off and start chatting amongst themselves, Lance returns his attention to Keith. His smile has softened but retains the same ‘knock Lance flat on his ass’ quality. The bare torso thing is also quite distracting. Lance swallows down the lump in his throat and mirrors Keith’s smile.

“Welcome home,” he croaks, voice thick with some emotion he’d rather not put a name to.

“Yeah.” Keith’s grin widens. “It’s nice to be back.” 


Alright, but can you just imagine a private!school au. One where everyone is extraordinarily rich. Where you’re thrust into a love quadruple with three boys who are complete polar opposites of each other.

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♔ A vow to protect you♔ [M]

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Pairing: JinxReader

Genre: Angst;Fluff;Smut

Sum: After being together for 3 years, Jin finally popped the question of marriage proposal. Planning and family gatherings has been occupying you for the last 3 months, but something have always bothered you. Jin seemed stressed and all you could do, is be by his side. The wedding is set before another BTS comeback, and he became more distant around you. Anxiety and self-conscious erupted your mind when he was gone, did he really want to get married?

Epilogue to Close  Fermata Guide

Word count: 3.7k

Triggers: Unprotected sex + Dom!Jin

A/N: I tried something new, I hope you like it. Please let me know, if it gave an effect or not.

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||Comfort me||

So I saw these were open and wondered if you could do a texts exchange where Yoongi scolds you for being awake so late but softens into a sweet boyfriend when he finds out it was because you’re having a panic attack?

“I’m sorry for bothering you about this”

“No baby it’s ok, you’re more important than my sleep”

“It’s ok I promise”

Hope you liked it ☺
Much love~

Mi Reina (Lin x Reader)

Request: @ruth-hamilton-delrio I’m really craving some Lin fluff 😊  

TW: Literally the fluffiest thing I have ever written

Mi reina=my queen


You groan and fall back on your bed. After the day you had, you just want to cuddle with your husband. You know that he had a show, but it should be over by now, so you decide to call him.

You smile instantly when you hear his voice. “Hey, baby. What’s up?”

“I’m tired and want cuddles.”

“Long day?”

“Unbelievably long.”

He chuckles and walks out of the theater. “I’m on my way home now. Do you want me to pick up something to eat?”

“Please. Whatever you want.”

“Alright. I’ll be home in just a bit. Is this a problem Monty Python can solve?”

You giggle. “Is there a problem Monty Python can’t solve?”

He laughs. “I’ll be home soon, okay? How ‘bout you get a few movies to watch.”

“You have no idea how much I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ve got to go. See you in a minute.”

“Love you. Bye.”

You grab a few movies and go back to bed, waiting for Lin to come home. You hear the door unlock and Lin’s footsteps coming to your room. He sets the food on your nightstand and slides off his coat and shoes before climbing into bed next to you. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to his chest, kissing the top of your head. You press play on the remote and nestle yourself into his chest while the movie plays.

You occasionally take a bit of your dinner, while Lin runs his fingers through your hair.

“Thank you.”

He looks over at you. “For what?”

“For being the best husband.”

He smiles and kisses you. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Really, though, I know you probably had something to do. I really appreciate this.”

“(Y/N). I love you to the ends of the earth. Nothing is more important than you. Now get some sleep. It’s getting late, and you have work tomorrow.” He turns off the movie and sets your empty take-out box on the nightstand.

You smile and curl into his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you, mi reina,” he mutters.

Sleepy Drawings

summary: Dan is drowning is textbooks, and he can’t help it that he falls asleep in the library. Phil, an art major, can’t help it that he draws the sleeping boy, and neither of them can help the relationship that blooms.

word count: 5.1k idek i thought this would be a lot shorter oops im not sorry

tw: i think none, unless you count voyeurism as one

genre: fluff and a lot of friggin smut

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