#I say no to sweeping the floor because I'm stressed

[glass-expanse]

What does the Bible say about being a reliable person? Because I am MAJORLY struggling with that right now. I don't even know where to start.

[ms-demeanor]

Okay but also putting the panic aside part of what is going on here is that I'm feeling stressed because I'm feeling helpless; I could be cleaning right now but I am at work so it's just a thing that's sitting there hovering over me and filling me with anxiety so ignoring the specifics of my weird timing and odd mess situation, here's the "So You're a Disaster Guide to Preparing Your Home for Guests"

Here are the things you should be able to offer your overnight guests:

A clean and comfortable place to sleep with clean sheets, pillows, and blankets.

A clean and sanitary bathroom with towels (and, optionally, toiletries)

Depending on the space you've got, a comfortable place to spend time outside of the area they will be sleeping in (this may also be your primary socializing or relaxing space)

Access to clean dishes and a source for (at the very least) water (and possibly snacks/drinks/meals depending on the length of the stay and your relationship to your guests).

Here's a quick guide to providing those things in the shortest amount of time possible based on order of importance.

Make sure that you've got clean bedclothes and towels for your guest; if you do not have these things immediately at hand your first priority is doing a load of laundry to get clean towels, sheets, and blankets for your guest [and wash bath mats if necessary].

Tidy the area they will be sleeping in by clearing away clutter. Your goal is to achieve an unobstructed sleeping surface (so if they're sleeping on a fold-out couch or a futon in a shared space make sure that it will require minimal effort to turn into a bed when they are ready to sleep; if they are sleeping on an air mattress move any furniture blocking the mattress out of the way and inflate the mattress then make the bed; if they are in a guest room make sure that anything stored on or near the bed is cleared away then make up the bed). Provide a space for your guest to put any travel bags and provide a place near their sleeping area for them to put their phone/medications/glass of water/etc. that they may need in the night. [This is where you stop and move on to the next area unless you have lots of time. If you have lots of time, completely sweep or vacuum the floor of your guest's space, dust the room, and ensure that there is a power strip or phone charger handy for your guest]

Make sure the bathroom they will be using is clean and functional (it's actually a tossup for me about whether you clean the bathroom or the sleeping area first; I'm less willing to clean a bathroom while guests are present than a sleeping area so I'd say bathroom first honestly). My recommendation for this is to do things in the following order (make sure the space is well ventilated): - Spray a cleaning solution in the tub or shower, focusing on any problem areas. - Let that sit while you spray the same cleaning solution in the sink. - Let that sit while you use a brush and your preferred toilet cleaning solution to scrub the toilet bowl. - Use a brush or sponge to scrub the shower/tub then rinse the shower/tub. - Use a brush or sponge to scrub the sink then rinse the sink. - Use a cloth with a cleaning solution or a cleaning wipe to clean the exterior of the toilet - Use a cloth to wipe down any surfaces like the countertop - Place fresh hand towels in the bathroom - Sweep and spot-mop the floor then empty the trashcan and spot clean the mirror tada clean bathroom [This is where you stop and move on to the next area unless you have lots of time; if you have lots of time do a full mop of the bathroom floor, clean the mirror, and dust any surfaces that need it]

Clean the kitchen in the following order: - Put away any clean dishes - Clear countertops of clutter - Wash any dirty dishes or load them into the dishwasher so that the sink is clear and rinse the sink - Use a cloth with a cleaning solution or cleaning wipes to wipe down countertops, dust appliances, and do a quick wipe-down of the range. - Place fresh hand towels in the kitchen - Sweep the floor and empty the trash [This is where you stop and move on to the next area unless you have lots of time, if you have lots of time mop the floor, do a deep clean of countertops, clean and sanitize the sink, check whether your refrigerator needs to be cleared of aging food or have any spills cleaned up, clean the kitchen range, and clean the oven door]

Prepare a living room for your guests in the following order: - Make sure there are clear seats available for at least every adult who will be in the household; pick up and put away crafts, toys, or projects that may be in the way of visitors. - Clear the surfaces of tables next to any seating options so that a seated person could easily set down a drink; consider placing coasters on each of these surfaces so they are handy if someone wants one. - Sweep or vacuum the floor as needed. [This is where you stop and move on unless you have lots of time; if you have lots of time consider vacuuming the creases of furniture, dusting shelves and surfaces in the room, and possibly cleaning the windows.]

My approach to this is basically "if you were picking someone up from the airport at midnight and bringing them back to your home, would they be able to get ready for bed and comfortably go to sleep right away?" which is why things are prioritized the way they are. Things would be different if I were cleaning in preparation for a party or if I were having people over for dinner, this is just the 'clean a house after you get off work and before you get in the car to go to LAX' list.

[idalynsskyrimdiaries]

Talking about Taliesin ✨️🗡

Now I haven't fully played out the new update for our favorite charming mer, I'm getting there (new PC has not arrived yet)! I just wanted to ramble a bit about him hehe

I love him! His voice is stellar, and he's very funny! Definitely enjoyed spamming clips of him to my equally as ecstatic (and thirsty) closest friend. Now, that being said...

Me and my friend are completely polarized in our approach to Taliesin. While they want to just shove a wedding ring on his finger, I just wanna fight him 😭

And then shove a wedding ring on his finger! 😃

Here are examples as to why I should have DB characters NOT based on myself:

[Keep in mind I do not have the direct quotes memorized. Bear with me 🙇‍♀️]

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*First encounter near the Falkreath Talos shrine*

"Listen here, you little worm, I survived the Great War! I can survive a simple knife wound. I hope."

Me: *looking around* Oh, he's talking to you, right? *looks over at dead body* He's talking to you like that, right? Because I can't find the person who he just called a 'little worm' while he's bleeding out... Oh, he's talking to me? Really? Ah, I see. Time to finish the job. *pulls out mallet*

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*After Taliesin rambles on about Haskill*

"I've said too much. I'll have to kill you now."

Me: *slowly looks over at the river nearby* The water over there looks so nice! Maybe we can take a dip for a little while! Oh, you can't swim? Ah, I see, I see. Nice to know. Nice to know...

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*Made the mistake of asking him to rest in a freshly purchased Tundra Homestead*

"Is THIS where you live? When was the last time you cleaned this place?!"

Me: I LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT THIS HOUSE. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!? We didn't even breathe in the air of this place yet, and you're saying it's dirty! If it's that bad, then be a good housewife and sweep the floor!

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*Within foggy areas*

"Don't run too far ahead, I'd hate to lose you in this fog."

Me: *runs faster out of spite* I saw a bear!

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*When Taliesin ran straight into my character without stopping during a crypt exploration*

"You're in MY personal space!"

Me: ... Listen here, Jaundiced Loki. What you are NOT going to do is gaslight me! You ran straight into me like a horse, and you're not small, so that H U R T! Stop shoving yourself into me! My back can take so much stress..! *realized how the last part sounded* Wait, no, not like that-

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*Near the hot springs in Eastmarch*

"Can we please stop by the hot springs? My body aches from carrying your burdens."

Me: *has only given him a few potions to carry* ... You know what, yeah! You can take a nice little break, even take a nap! I'll definitely be by your side when you wake up! I am totally not going to be in Solitude drinking with cute mer who don't drive me insane!

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I swear I love him, I truly do, I just want to fight him one good time to get it out of my system. I don't care if I get my ass handed to me. Just let me climb him like a tree so I can yell "TIMBER!" when he falls down

May make another post like this because there are more moments like this 🤣

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON FanFic: Buddie Multi-Chapter - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 29 will be posted soon.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Currently 28 chapters completed: 1.77M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

#1 {Previous snippet} #2 {Previous snippet} #3 {Previous snippet}

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 29 because at the end of Chapter 28, it was early in the morning and Buck and Eddie were lying in bed having a serious conversation about whether Eddie's going to delay the pursuit of his second paramedic certification, the ACP-C. Buck doesn't want him to give up his dream, especially now since they know what caused Buck's bradycardia and he's on medication. He's doing better and even though he's still grieving, he believes once he passes the last two stages of grief, Frank may clear him to return to work but he's still not sure if he wants to go back to being a firefighter. Also, Eddie's FMLA ends on January 31, 2024 but the question is will he extend it or return to the 118?

Additionally, Chris is still dealing with one of his classmate's lack of participation in their video game project and it's stressing him out. Furthermore, during their last group therapy session, Buck had a conversation with Captain Jeshan Mehta and he asked him if they could meet so he can get an objective viewpoint from someone about whether he could be a captain someday with the LAFD. He decided not to ask Bobby since he doesn't believe he'll give him an objective viewpoint because in September 2022, he told him he needed more life experience. Things are getting interesting as the Diaz family gets closer to their "New Beginnings".

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Here's a romantically fluffy snippet from Chapter 29 of Buck and Eddie while they're in bed.

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It’s 6:58AM and it's supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning but not for them because they have a long ‘To Do’ list to complete and nothing can be ignored.

While looking at his beautiful husband, Buck can’t resist kissing him so he does and while they’re engaged in it, Eddie moans and pants because he can’t get enough of him either.

As their tongues become tangled, Eddie repositions them so Buck’s completely on top of him and his legs are between his.  He’s already rock hard and now that their hips are pressed together, he can feel Buck is too.  He wants Buck to make love to him but he knows if they start now, they’ll have to rush and he doesn’t want that.  Since it's so close to 7AM, it’s also possible they’ll be interrupted if their son knocks on the door asking about breakfast.

He breaks the kiss, lays his head on the pillow, pats Buck’s ass and asks, “Are you ready to get started cleaning?”

“Babe seriously?  Is cleaning the house the only thing on your mind this morning because I can uh…” He pushes his hips down and continues.  “Tell you’d rather be doing something else with me?”

He raises one eyebrow, tries to hide his smile and replies, “Well, the house isn’t going to clean itself”.

“But we wouldn’t have to do it if we buy a…”

He cuts him off with a kiss because he already knows what he’s going to say.  Last month, when they moved Buck out of the loft, they took a lot of those A.I. robot concoctions to Goodwill and he doesn’t want anything else in the house watching them.  Hildy’s on their coffeemaker and Siri’s on their iPhones and iPads which is plenty.

He pulls back a little and talks against his lips.  “No, no, no, my love… we’re not buying any of those smart technology robots that clean and sweep the floors or that automatically turn the lights off.  No more Hildy and we don’t need anything else with Siri’s voice on it.  Sometimes… when we’re having a simple conversation, if we say anything that sounds like “Siri” she asks, “What was that?”

Buck laughs but he buries his face between Eddie’s neck and shoulder, so he won’t wake up Chris.

“I’m serious Buck.  It’s creepy to have her start talking when no one has asked her a question and don’t even get me started on Alexa. Adri and Tonio have one of those things and I wanted to run out of their house when I first heard it. They don't use it when I'm there.”

Buck returns his million-dollar Eddie smile then he grinds his hips down so their hard lengths can rub against each other’s one more time and the feeling makes Eddie close his eyes and he slowly exhales.

Buck exclaims, “Now see… if we had…”  He kisses his cheek.  “One of those…”  He kisses his neck.  “Roombas, to do the vacuuming…”  He lightly scrapes his teeth over Eddie’s earlobe.  “Or uh… a personal robot…”

“Wait… a what?  What is a personal robot?”

He lifts his head again and meets his eyes.  “It’s an actual robot that we can program to do all of our household chores.”

He vigorously shakes his head no because the thought of something like that terrifies him.

Buck’s smile turns devious as he lowers his hand and after he reaches the top of Eddie’s sweatpants, he quickly loosens the drawstring then he slowly pushes his hand down so he can wrap it around his hard length.

When he starts stroking him, Eddie moans, “Hmm… that feels so good.  Keep go—ing.”

Buck lowers his head and whispers into his ear, “You like that?”

“I love it… amore mio, please don’t—don’t stop.”

He continues to stroke him but as he increases the speed, he rubs his thumb over the slit and immediately, he feels it when Eddie shivers.

As pure unadulterated pleasure fills Eddie’s body, his brain goes offline and he completely forgets the thing they were talking about.  He wants to remember it; he really does but right now he’s entering a place called ecstasy and he’s sure the only two people there are him and his husband.

He whispers, “Voglio te!” [“I want you!”]

Buck lifts his head, meets his eyes and replies, “Anch’io ti voglio piu’ di ogni altra cosa”.  [“I want you too, more than anything”.]

“Bene, cosa stai aspettando?  Prendimi!”  [“Well, what are you waiting for?  Have me!”]

Is Eddie going to remember what they were talking about before Buck started taking care of him? 👀

Is Buck going to convince Eddie to let him buy a personal robot for their home? 🙃

Are they going to be interrupted? 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Chapter 27 - After Buck resumes therapy, he’ll continue to face the fact that he “DIED” in March 2023 and during those sessions, he’ll learn about the 7 stages of grief. As he continues his healing journey, Eddie will be right by his side just like he promised and the Diaz family will start to deal with their three minutes and seventeen seconds loss as a family.

Chapter 28 - Two years ago, Eddie was asked, “What are you afraid of?”; twice, once by Frank and once by Buck but he only answered one of them without deflecting. Since that time, he’s been to therapy and him and Buck got married but the question resurfaces when Frank asks Buck the same question and Buck asks it of Eddie for the second time. However, when Buck asks, his reasoning will be about something else entirely.

Chapter 29 - Will be posted soon.

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[itjazzbicch]

Playing with Fire

Pairing: MK1!Kuai "Scorpion" Liang x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Kuai Liang so I hope I did well! 

Summary: While building the Shirai Ryu and also dealing with the Lin Kuei on their tail, the reader sees the frustrations that her lover, Kuai Liang, hides inside and offers a way to release those frustrations...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Sparring session, reader is said to have abilities like Kuai, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!)

Word Count: 1k 

Creating the Shirai Ryu and getting recruits was exhausting and time-consuming but was essential. Someone needed to protect Earth realm, and we gladly took that responsibility.

Bi Han has attempted to come after us more than once, failed to take us down, and somehow managed to slip away.

It was aggravating, but I always tried to look at the positives. Every day wasn't always stressful, and on a beautiful day, I wanted to go for a walk, wanting Kuai to join me, but I did not find him.

Since he was frustrated with his brother's betrayal, his role as grandmaster was tough; I felt I knew exactly where to find him once that thought crossed my mind.

Sure enough, I found him alone in the dojo, the room humid and dark. I was quiet while stepping in, looking to see him in the center of the room, groaning, flames rising from his forearms and fists, body glistening with sweat as the fire gave off the light around him.

"In the fighting mood today, Kuai?" Catching his attention, I knew he was here to release his pent-up anger and frustrations, offering him a friendly challenge as I took stance, no stranger to his flames, "Care to spar?"

At first, he only stared and panted as he debated, but he turned around, a serious look on his face as he took stance, but his tone kind:

"Show me your skills, Y/N."

"Gladly," I smirked, teleporting to him and going to sweep his feet, but he jumped to evade it, and as I made it to my feet, we exchanged a series of punches but dodged every single one we threw.

"Is it me, or are you slowing down?" I joked, but he wasn't kidding when he snatched my wrists, kicking out my feet so that I fell to the floor, keeping me pinned as he sat across me, having to stop himself.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Letting go of my wrists, he took a deep breath to apologize, "I haven't had the brightest thoughts today."

"It's okay," I breathed in, wild over his body above me, not afraid to stare and admit, "That was hot."

He shook his head and laughed at me, "Maybe I seemed slow because you were too fixed on something else."

"Just maybe," I smiled, meeting his gaze and smiling more as he smiled back, going to help me up:

"You need to focus. Even while sparring."

"It's okay," I hummed lustfully, holding the hand that went to pick me up, "I like the view I have right now."

"If you want me," Kneeled between my legs, he melted the ice we had been skating on for quite some time, "Just say so already."

"I do want you," I finally confessed, bold with my words, "If you're brave enough, I know just how to get all those pent-up emotions out of you."

In a flash, we were face to face, a quick exchange of glances before our lips smacked together, Kuai growling, "Is that brave enough for you?"

"It's a start," Rolling my tongue; we shared a groan as our anticipation began to disintegrate, grinding against him and feeling his bulge, hands feeling his body as they desired.

"Do you like playing with fire?" Taking a moment to breathe, our noses nuzzled, hips pinned together, his question a tease, but I was serious as I answered:

"Only yours. It's a delicious burn."

He was seeking confirmation with his question, realizing that as he wickedly started pulling at our clothes, his skin steaming as I helped, looking into my eyes as we were left in just our skin, ready to take things to a new level.

"Give me hell," I encouraged to show that I wasn't fragile, not so innocent either, "I've always liked it when you don't hold back."

Forehead to forehead, I could nearly see flames in his eyes, getting a rush from his whisper:

"Hope you can handle the burn that you find delicious."

That was only a preview of a new side of him, already getting me to moan at his cock, settling his tip inside, making me jolt with a hard thrust that bottomed me out.

"Oh, do I like that," I breathed shakily, sweating from the heat beaming off him as he retook my wrists, eyes shutting tight at his thrusts that had ungodly speed, just barely able to handle his thickness, "My god!"

"Too much already?" He teased, a stutter in his hips as I giggled through a moan:

"C'mon. I know your flames burn much stronger."

Next thing I knew, my knees were pinned to my shoulders, face coated in sweat as it grew more humid, his cock drilling into the pit of my stomach, trying to grip onto him as his hair fell to his shoulders, holding onto it, not bothering to hide my salacious, loud noise.

No words; he kept going with no hiccup in his pace, nose touching mine as I gripped him harder, jaw-dropping as I whined out:

"I'm so close, Kuai!"

"No one's stopping you," He mumbled, hollowly gasping as I pulled his head closer to kiss till my head dropped to the floor, the clench of my walls so tight around him and with being folded so firmly, the snap I felt made me ache, mewling out:

"Kuai-ngh!"

The wave of warm slick and my pulsating finally put a stutter in his speed, thrust becoming languid, freeing my legs that smacked the floor, numb and limp. We both were panting hard, drenched in sweat as he came to a stop, only focused on trying to breathe in this hot atmosphere till I whispered:

"Feel better?"

"I do," He breathed deeply, sweetly embracing me, "Please excuse me for being so rough."

"Ha!" I giggled, stroking his hair behind his ear and smiling, "Do you think I was lying when I said don't hold back?"

"Naughty, you are," He laughed back, holding me in his arms and offering, "Care to shower with me?"

"We sure need it," I nodded, kissing his cheek and tinkering, "Nothing like some cool water to settle the steam." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[pinkxlicious]

Yule Ball P.2

Part 1

*Doesn't follow timeline*

I was gonna make this mushy but I have a 3rd part planned and I need things to be angsty.

Words: 2.2k

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"What do you mean by that?" She asked, slightly offended and confused.

"Oh maybe its the fact that he's a player you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," He scoffed at her, "I'm actually surprised you haven't heard the stories about him, maybe you are really just a nobody."

"Oh that's really sweet, Malfloy. It's just a dance, and why do you care so much? Jealous?" She snapped, obviously irritated.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous, I couldn't care less about who you go with," He lied, digging his nails into his palm, trying to prevent himself from saying anything stupid. Unfortunately, Draco was one to give in to impulsive thoughts and he would blurt things out without thinking.

"Oh really? Then why are you pissed that I'm going with Blaise? I don't think its a big deal, but you're acting like it is,"

"How am I acting like its a big deal? I'm just trying to tell you how he is!" Draco shot back,

"Since when did you care? I don't understand why you're acting like you care when you obviously don't! What is your problem, can't you just let me live in peace and make my own decisions??"

"No, I won't. Not unless you tell Blaise that you're not going with him," He said angrily, cringing at his own words.

"Who do you think you are??" She said in disbelief, "Why would I just ditch my date just because you told me to! For all I know, you're just trying to sabotage me!"

"Why would I sabotage yo- oh nevermind," He mumbled,

"Exactly, for the past week or two that I've known you, you've been nothing but insufferable and rude! You're constantly trying to make my life harder than it already is. And you wonder why I won't take 'advice' from you," She got up and left, she was beyond pissed and somewhat in disbelief. Who does he think he is?? Telling her what to do. What a slut.

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Draco walked swiftly into the Slytherin common room, and angrily searched for his 'best friend' who he currently resented with much passion.

"Blaise," Draco said angrily and flatly, "how dare you, how fucking dare you."

Blaise already seemed to know what he was going on about.

"Look man, I know you're worked up but I have a reason-"

"No you don't!" Draco snapped angrily, "You know I like her, and you went out of your way to ask her out right? Why would you do that to me?!"

Blaise held up his hands in defense, the two seemed to be oblivious to the stares from their peers.

"Look, Draco c'mere man," Blaise guided Draco to the back of the common room with a shit eating grin. "Just hear me out on this."

"I'm not sure if I want to," Draco said lowly, following him reluctantly.

"Look I asked her out because I have a plan, a super brillant plan. I'm not gonna tell you the details because I know you're not gonna approve... But just wait, you're gonna swoop in at the right time and sweep her off her feet. Okay?" Blaise said proudly with a huge smile on his face.

"No, you have to tell me the details, Blaise. You and I both know I don't trust you enough to make decisions on your own-"

"No you just gotta rely on me this one time, you'll thank me I swear I won't mess this up. Plus, I've dealt with these situations before," Blaise smiled proudly at his words, hoping his best friend would take him up on his offer. He had a good feeling that this would go in his and Draco's favor.

"I... fine. If you screw this up I swear I'm gonna murder your entire family line. This is important to me, she is important to me," Draco warned, pointing a finger at him before sighing in exasperation. "You stress me out."

"I know,"

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A day before the Yule ball, Y/n and Draco were still scrubbing cauldrons. Professor Snape decided to prolong their punishment once again, but thankfully he was merciful enough to let them off for the dance the next day. But for now, the two were stuck scrubbing their arms off on the dirty floor of the potions class room.

Y/n seemed to be extremely stressed, scrubbing the life out of her cauldron while half zoned out. She hadn't even responded to Draco's sarcastic remark to her frantic movements.

"Y/n?" Draco questioned, looking at her again genuinely concerned. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly as her scrubbing intensified. "Y/n."

"Huh?" She snapped out of her trance, blinking her eyes in confusion. "Sorry, what?"

"Are you okay? You're like, acting weird, weirder than normal,"

"Ha ha," She said sarcastically, "I'm fine, just- I dunno."

Draco raised his eyebrows, surprised she didn't have a well prepared answer for him... Like she always had.

"What is it?"

"Why would I tell you," She scoffed, "you'd make fun of me."

He rolled his eyes, "Just tell me I don't care."

She fell silent, contemplating on whether or not she should tell him. "Did you really mean what you said yesterday? That... Blaise would just play me?"

Draco looked up, surprised she was so nervous over something he said. "Um, I'm surprised you actually took my words to heart," He said sheepishly.

"Were you just trying to get through my skin or did you actually mean it?" She said, staring him down as he scowled.

"Both, but honestly... it really has been a while since he's seen anyone. I don't know," Draco shrugged, but genuinely, he truly had no clue. He knew Blaise would play any girl. But this was Y/n and Blaise had told Draco explicitly that he had a plan. And he had no idea what this plan was.

"Are you just saying that because he's your best friend? Or are you being serious, not like you'd actually tell me the truth anyways," She mumbled quietly, Draco looked at her.

"Look, I really don't know. Just… just don't worry about it," Draco wanted to punch himself, wanting to say more but he couldn't. "Why are you worried anyways?"

"It's really not a big deal honestly..." Y/n thought about it for a sec. "It's just a dance," She thought for a few moments before laughing. "It's just a dance it's not like he asked me to date him! I don't know why I was so worried."

She smiled to herself before continuing with her scrubbing. This time she was a lot more relaxed and gently scrubbed in more fluid motions.

"Uh- how are you and Pansy?" Y/n asked, trying to fill the silence. Draco cringed and almost gagged.

"I cancelled last minute, I'm going alone," Draco admitted, slightly embarrassed that he didn't have a date. "She was just so persistent."

Y/n laughed, "I think she's rather pleasant, but yes she can be a little persistant."

"Pleasant? Are we talking about the same girl?" Draco asked in disbelief, a faint smile of amusement painted across his face. She laughed, leaning her head back, silently enjoying their brief bonding time.

"She truly isn't horrible if you really talk to her! I was her potions partner last year. She was a bit insufferable at first I'll have to admit but through it all she's a very genuine person if you take the time to know her," She said, speaking fairly high of this supposedly persistant crazy girl. Draco shook his head and scoffed.

"Whatever you say..."

"No really!-"

"Okay, okay..." Draco cut her off, she smiled in satisfaction. Draco couldn't help but stare back at her with almost a smile, staring into her eyes. He just couldn't help himself but lean in just ever so slightly. She stared back, her lips parted gently as she got lost into his gaze. His gaze flickered to her lips for a second before he turned away, breaking the tension instantly. Her breath caught in her throat before she quickly returned back to scrubbing her cauldron.

"So uh..." Y/n trailed awkwardly, "Do you know what you're wearing tomorrow?"

Draco raised his brows and scoffed, "Why is that all you talk about?" she stared up at him, offended.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that's all you talk about, do you even have a personality outside of that?" Draco sneered, he wanted to shut himself up but after that moment of vulnerability he couldn't help himself.

"I- I was just curious, is that too much? I thought we were actually getting along, why are you acting up now?" She shot back, then she added softly, "Why do you ruin everything?"

Draco, looked at her with disbelief, "I ruin everything? Have you even taken a look at yourself? You can barely contain yourself."

"Now you're just projecting," She said angrily, “Look at yourself right now! You’re barely containing yourself as it is right now. And don’t you dare talk to me like that, you and I both know that I did absolutely nothing and I’m NOT taking your shit today.”

Cleared. Silence filled the room for a bit. Draco then cleared his throat.

“Uh, a tux… you?”

She smiled to herself softly, “I found this super cute pink dress when I was at hogsmeade. It’s gorgeous but not too over the top but not super basic. It’s got this lovely detail design and it’s beautiful,” She spoke enthusiastically, Draco looked at her with amusement.

“Did you only bring up the topic to rant about your dress?” He asked chuckling near the end of his sentence as she smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe…” She said, the two were bonding again. She liked it like this, she liked it a lot actually. Then suddenly a thought crossed her head. “Do you think Blaise likes me? Or…”

“Why are you bringing up Blaise?” Draco said a little flatly, but still curious and interested into what she had to say.

“Because you know him the best,” Draco shrugged and nodded in agreement. “He is rather dreamy I guess, sounds cliche and corny I know. But like he doesn’t act like a player.”

Draco held his tongue, fighting himself internally. Preventing himself from insulting his best friend out of jealously.

“Oh yeah?” He forced out, “How so.”

“He didn’t just ask me to go to the dance and never talk to me again. He talks to me everyday, and he’s really sweet actually. Does he normally do that to other girls?”

Draco’s breath hitched. Whatever Blaise’s plans were, he wasn’t enjoying it. But he trusted Blaise enough not to steal his girl.

“I mean no not normally,” Draco sort of huffed out, frustrated slightly. She examined his facial expression.

“Are you okay? You seem mad,” She asked cautiously, although they weren’t exactly on friendly terms, she wanted to care.

“Why do you care,” Draco said coldly, she seemed upset by his words.

“Why are you being so mean again, we were just bonding like not even five minutes ago,” She said perplexed by his mood swings.

“Bonding? You call that bonding?” He scoffed and laughed coldly, “All you did was talk about your stupid dress and hooking up with Blaise. And look, to lay it out for your small brain. Blaise is gonna break your heart, just because he treats you better than the other girls doesn’t make you special.”

She seems taken aback by this outburst, she seems confused, then hurt, then angry. Her brows furrowed and she looked him in the eye.

“I didn’t say I was special or different, I was just asking you if you thought I…”

“That you what?” Draco asked coldly,

“If I had a chance, okay?” She said quickly, peeking up at his expression.

“Why??” Draco asked with so much confusion.

“He seems like a genuine person, I don’t know…”

“Y/n I thought you were smart, I guess you’re actually insanely stupid. If you haven’t heard, Blaise is a big fat player who’s bored. So all I know is that he’s only asking you because he thinks you’re another pretty face to play with,” Draco said staring her down. “You’re no different than all the girls he’s ever been with.”

Her heart broke slightly at his words, “Look I don’t need you going so low when giving me the truth. And what if you’re wrong? Maybe he really likes me? You’re so impossible, you’re always just making things so hard.”

She kept her eyes down, taking in her embarrassment and and hurt from his cruel but possibly true words. She wanted him to be wrong so desperately.

“Don’t come crying to me when he shatters your heart in a million pieces because I won’t be there to listen to your dumb fucking rants. And your dress is probably hideous like every part of you.”

She got up and left without another word, she couldn’t let him get any satisfaction of her tears. Even though if he had saw them he would feel the exact opposite. Draco didn’t know why he said such cruel things to her. Especially this one, this one was much worse than all the others. And right now he wished he had just kept his mouth shut and listened.

[emmajh97-mumaji]

Ducky to Have You

Charlie discovers her Dad's rubber duck collection and is horrified; wholesomeness ensues.

Charlie hadn't been back to her dad's house in years... Ever since she started the Hotel project, she had simply been too busy to ever check on him. And... she was regretting it.

Charlie was aghast at the absolute STATE of this place. Rubber. ducks. EVERYWHERE. Piles and piles of the little rubber bird bois... in every drawer, on every surface, in every variety.

Charlie tip-toed around the hoard of billed buddies until she finally saw him-- Lucifer. Sitting at his work table... in the middle of painting the eyes on ANOTHER duck.

"Dad?!" Lucifer nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned to face her, "CHARLIE?!"

"Whpghdl- wh- whatare you doinghere?!" Lucifer stumbled on his words, arms flailing as panic flashed across his face. "To help you move into the new hotel?!" Charlie replied with exasperation, "Remember? We talked about it yesterday!" Lucifer could barely hear her over the sound of his internal screaming, "Haha-- rightrightright..." His eyes darted across the room, 'Nonononono how could I forget?! How could I let her see this-?! DAMNIT DEPRESSION...!'

Lucifer 'nochalantly' grabbed his cane and started backing away towards the door, "W-well I'll just go and start packing then--" But Charlie grabbed the end of the staff, "Dad!" Lucifer stopped, looking at her like a pet that had just been caught chewing on something they shouldn't. Charlie had been trying to think of a nicer way of putting it, but she couldn't-- "You've been LIVING like this?!!" "I- uh--" Lucifer pulled his cane away, "Like what?" he laughed nervously. Charlie deadpanned, "The ducks, dad."

"Haha? Whaaat?" Lucifer began sweeping a particularly large rubber duck under a rug, "Th-these?" Charlie frowned with complete seriousness, "Mom told me you make rubber ducks when you're stressed..." Lucifer's heart sank deeper into his stomach, "S-she did, did she?" Charlie's chest ached as she fully processed what was happening... she choked up, "If you've been having such a hard time, why didn't you say anything?!"

'Because of this exact thing happening...' Lucifer thought as he saw Charlie's face, 'A father isn't supposed to make his daughter worry like this...' He tried his best to hide his guilt with the usual bravado, "Oh Charlie, don't worry so much! I'm the KING of HELL! I don't have hard times! Haha--" Charlie wasn't having it, though. She crossed her arms, shooting him a serious look. Lucifer sighed, accepting defeat. He pulled the brim of his tophat over his face in shame, "I'm sorry..."

Charlie didn't fully understand how her dad's mind worked, but ever since their heart-to-heart before the Heaven meeting, she had a general idea of his inner struggles. She didn't know what to say at the moment, so... she put a hand on his shoulder, and smiled consolingly. Lucifer still felt awful, but he calmed down a bit... it didn't seem like Charlie was going to judge him harshly for this. The two came to a silent truce... and continued on to the matter at hand. Packing.

They proceeded to dig through the rubber ducky piles for Lucifer's belongings... "I know you like ducks, but..." Charlie finally spoke up as she fished out a sun hat, "Isn't this... a bit much...?" "Huh? Oh. Yeah, I just... It started because... Well, I wanted to make the perfect wittle ducky." Lucifer explained, taking the hat and putting it in a suitcase, "Something that would make you smile... something as special to you..." He smiled warmly at her, "...As you are to me." Charlie was genuinely touched, "Aww... dad..." For so long she had assumed he didn't care about her, but more and more she was realizing just how much he did.

Lucifer took the mood back down as he looked at the floor, dejected, "...but none of them were ever good enough." He squeaked one of the duckies anxiously, "I kept iterating, but no matter what I tried-- I..." He bit his lip, unable to admit those last words as he smacked the duck into the floor, "...anyway, eventually it just became a nervous habit." Charlie frowned, "Dad..." The two averted their gazes from each other, continuing to pick through the ducky hordes...

Then... Charlie saw something that made her smile. Along with the pair of shoes she was looking for, Charlie picks up one of the ducks. "Hey Dad..." "Yeah?" "You don't have to worry about making any more ducks for me." "Huh?" "You already made a perfect one." Lucifer was completely taken aback, tripping over a duck pile as he turned to face her, "I have? How? Where??!"

Charlie walked over to her father, took his hands... and deposited in them the rubber ducky. Oh. Lucifer remembers this one. The white color, the multiple wings, the little apple tophat... this particular rubber ducky had been crafted in his own image. It wasn't magical, it didn't spit fire, but... Charlie grinned at him so sweetly it made his heart melt, "This one is my favorite."

Lucifer's eyes welled up. Ever since Lilith left, he had been afraid. Afraid that he was a killjoy who would never recover from his fall. Afraid that he ruined everything he touched... including Charlie's life. Lucifer was an angel of creation, a powerful King of Hell-- he could and would give Charlie anything she ever wanted. But the only thing she wanted was the one thing he was afraid to give her... her dad.

Holding his rubber ducky doppelgänger close to his chest, Lucifer smiled... Charlie gasped in awe as, with a dramatic TAP of his cane, Lucifer sent out a wave of sorcerous magic-! All the remaining rubber ducks began to glow... before EXPLODING into a beautiful swirl of sparkling golden dust!! It was like a gorgeous fireworks display, giving the whole house a warm shimmer. It dissipated... leaving the house sparse and duck-less.

After getting over the spectacle, Charlie took a sharp breath-- "But Dad, all your work...!" Lucifer reassured her, "It's all right, Charlie..." He opened his hands... and returned to her his self-portrait ducky. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he smiled, "I don't need them, anymore."

From that point on, Charlie kept this little ducky of her father on her bedside table. And in Lucifer's room of the new-and-improved Hazbin Hotel-- he proudly displayed a rubber ducky replica of his beloved Charlie.

~ 💛🦆💛 ~

[keepswingin]

Changbin + weak

He's half distracted in the kitchen, one hand clutching a bowl, the other searching for a cereal with some sort of sugar, because to hell with diets when he's more stressed than he should be, fingers dragging across spines of sharp cardboard.

He avoids getting into Han's stash of frosted flakes if only to save his own skin, mutters at Chan's ridiculous amount of oats, and sighs at Hyunjin's unopened box of lucky charms. Chan would be the least likely to come after him, but he's sick of oats, so he reaches for Hyunjin's box and hopes that he won't notice until Changbin's in the clear, tugging the box free of the cabinet it awaits in. 

Only for the bowl to suddenly slip out of his left hand, smashing loudly against the floor. 

Changbin winces at the noise, closing his eyes with a loud exhale. It takes seconds for a door to open, for Chan's voice to call out, for the stumble of feet against the carpet, for hands to reach out and touch his shoulder in concern. He opens his eyes and swats at the hands, muttering curses as he glares down at the shards of glass below him.

"Yah, yah I'm fine," he grumbles when he catches Chan's concerned gaze, lucky charms still held tight against his chest. "It slipped," he contuines, attempting to take a step back only for Chan to stop him. "I'm sorry." 

"Hold on," Chan returns, squeezing at his shoulder to keep him still for a moment. Changbin grumbles some more as Chan disappears back down the hallway, before returning with a broom and dustpan, already taking on the responsibility of sweeping up the small shards. 

"Let me do it, it's my mess," Changbin says, reaching for the broom, only for Chan to sidestep him with a stubborn determination to help clean. Changbin yanks him away before he steps right onto a piece of glass, voice raising. "Careful, hyung!" He tries reaching for the broom again. "You're going to get hurt," he complains, carefully watching as the mess quickly grows smaller and smaller. 

It's gone in a matter of minutes, Chan dumping the full dustpan carefully into the trash bin before turning to face Changbin once more, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Changbin scowls, rolling his eyes. 

"I could've handled it," he mutters. "I'm not helpless, you know. Even if it's midnight." 

"I know," Chan shoots back, stepping closer. "I just like helping." 

One of his hands reaches up and swipes through his hair, ruffling it. Reminding him of simpler times; Changbin nearly smiles before he catches himself and pulls away instead, throwing insults. Chan smiles wide and reaches for him again, even as Changbin fights to avoid him.

He's not fast enough - he never is, when it comes to Chan. But Chan's always been that way, untouchable even though he'll be the first to insist that everyone else is better than him.

His fingers press hard against the skin of his arms, latching. Refusing to let go. Changbin meets his eyes, only for the kitchen around them to fade away, for the weight against his chest to become heavier than just a simple lucky charms box. 

Chan's mouth changes, drags from a smile into something sinister, eyes darkening. When Changbin tries to pull away, he finds that he's trapped, the walls around them closer, and Chan's fingers are painful with how tightly he holds onto him, nails pinching skin, pressing bloody crescents.

He tries to speak only to find that he can't, and the pressure on his chest increases, heavier, heavier, heavier. His body sags under the weight, Chan the only thing keeping him upright as everything else around him presses in.

He blinks. The feeling doesn't go away.

He's never felt so weak, he realizes, blinking faster in an attempt to keep himself here.

Why does he feel this way? Why is Chan...?

Chan is staring at him. Light flickers above them, and his mouth moves out of tune with the words he's saying. Changbin can barely understand him, can barely hear him over the rushing in his ears as his heart begins to pound faster, confused and worried and speechless. 

"You deserve this," he spits, the first thing Changbin can understand, the words thundering through his head. "Who are you, compared to all the rest?" A pause. One that lasts a moment too long, the room around him beginng to spin. "Look at him. Already gone." A scoff. Laughter. Chan's mouth moves, and then presses into a firm line. 

It's hard to breathe. 

He squeezes his eyes shut. 

And then everything around him silences, and he awakes with a loud gasp, pushing himself upright, pulling his body away from the warm arm that is curled protectively around his shoulders.

He's gasping for air, he still can't breathe, the world around him spins and spins some more. He doesn't recognize where he is, or who it is trying to get close to him, or the low voice trying to call his name, trying to get close to his ear. All he can feel is the weight against his chest, and the air that he can't reach, vision slowly fumbling into focus, one dull grey wall after another. 

"Hyung," the voice beside him tries again, slightly louder, though they don't dare to touch him, as he registers his position on the floor, the drip of water in the far corner. "Come back to us, hyung." 

Changbin blinks.

He knows that voice, though it's rough, and flooded with the remains of sleep. He focuses on slowing down his heartbeat, reaching a shaking hand up to clutch at the cloth resting over his chest, before turning and seeing no other than Seungmin beside him, eyes watching him far too carefully.

He sits on his knees on the floor beside him, close enough to reach for, but keeping his distance. When Changbin turns further, he catches sight of the cot he had been on, the sad look in Chan's eyes at he waits there, too injured to follow him down, his leg still as haphazardly wrapped as it had been before they had laid down to sleep. 

"Hyung," a different voice whispers from his left, and Changbin knows that voice too, when he meets the drowsy face of Jeongin sitting atop the other cot, Seungmin's coat draped over his shoulders, dried blood still sticking to the side of his hair. "Are you okay?" 

It returns to him with startling clarity, once he remembers where they are. What's happened, what's sure to come. The exuhastion that presses down on his shoulders, the pain that still presses at his chest, something out of place from what they had done to him hours ago -

"I'm okay," Changbin mutters, returning his gaze to the dirty floor he sits on.

He hears Seungmin shift from beside him, standing up to return to the cot that holds Jeongin, Chan exhaling softly as the springs creak when he tries to sit himself up.

"Come back, Bin," he whispers, voice twisted by the pain he tries to hide from an injury he should've never received. "You need sleep."

Changbin doesn't answer. How could he sleep, when he was the reason they were here? 

Because if he wasn't weak, maybe they wouldn't be here at all.

[fiapartridge]

if they ever get into a fight before bed/wills giving daisy to silent treatment, she’ll crawl into his arms anyways because she needs his comfort to sleep, and he can’t stay mad at her for much longer when she does this

Will scoffed, standing across from Daisy in the living room of their downtown apartment in San Jose. "What, do you think I like being away from you?"

"All I'm saying is that it's hard!" Daisy shouted, her voice cracking, threatening to break down on her. "I know it's your job, I know it's your life, I know I signed up for this," she sniffled, trying to hold back the tears for just a little bit longer. She walked closer to Will. "But I can't pretend like it doesn't affect me."

"I just," Will's hands flew to his hips, looking everywhere but Daisy. "I don't know what you want me to do, Daisy. It's my job."

Daisy held her lip, thinking of anything and everything that could fix this. She hated feeling alone when he was on roadies, and sure, they facetimed every night and they texted 24/7, but they've been doing long distance for three years. She thought that maybe things would get better when they were together, but Will was always at practice, or on the road, or out with the boys. It's not like he neglected their relationship, he was very attentive, but it was hard not wanting to be with him every moment of the day after all of the years they had spent apart.

"I don't know. I just," Daisy rested her hands atop her head, something she did when she was stressed. Will didn't want to fight. Right when he saw her tears, he wanted to sweep her up and kiss them all gone, but they needed to have this conversation because how else were they supposed to grow? "I don't know," she shook her head.

Will exhaled, frustration lacing his tone. "Talk to me when you do know," he said, walking down the hall and into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Daisy waited an hour. She waited for him to come back out, to tell her that he's not angry anymore, that they'll figure things out, that he understands where she's coming from. But as time flew by, she realized he wasn't coming out. Maybe he went to bed?

As smart as Daisy was, she never really understood why people couldn't understand her. She didn't really say why she was angry, there was barely any explanation, but she still felt like Will should've known. I mean, they've been together for years.

How could he not understand what she wasn't directly telling him?

Oh.

She wanted to explain it to Will, she wanted them to go back to being happy again, but she just couldn't find the words. She didn't know how to explain exactly what she was feeling, and it frustrated her. How is she supposed to be in a successful relationship if she could barely communicate? How long would it take before Will got tired of it? Of her?

She cleaned the kitchen, she mopped the floors, she cleaned the bathroom. She loved cleaning. It took her mind off things, but at the same time, it helped her think.

It was midnight when she felt her eyelids start to fall and her body grow heavy. As she made her way to the door to their bedroom, she remembered that Will was mad. Did he even want her in the bed with him? In the same room as him? Maybe he wanted her to take the couch?

Daisy and Will had fought before, but it was always solved before bed. This was new territory for her, but it was also new territory for Will. For as long as he was in that room, he couldn't go to sleep. He couldn't sleep without Daisy. That was another thing he hated about being away from her. It was always harder to fall asleep without her body in his arms and her legs intertwined with his.

He stayed up. He waited for Daisy. Daisy waited for Will. They waited for each other.

When Daisy creeped the door open, her eyes peered towards the bed, seeing Will on his phone. He tried his hardest not to meet her gaze. He was still mad. Why didn't she just tell him what was going on? Did she not trust him or something?

When Daisy walked over to the dresser, picking out her pajamas from her drawers, she wished he would just spare a glance at her or say something. She hated this.

Instead of changing in their bedroom, she slipped into the bathroom. Will felt his heart tug at him when he watched her leave and come back in her pajamas. She didn't feel comfortable enough to change in there with him?

When she crawled into bed after brushing her teeth and washing her face, she laid on her side and pulled the covers under her chin. Her back was facing Will's and she turned off her lamp, prompting Will to turn his off too, but none of them were sleeping. They couldn't.

They were inches apart, yet felt so far away.

After a couple minutes, Daisy just couldn't stand it anymore. Turning around, she scooted closer to Will, throwing his arms over her and crawling into his embrace. Instinctively, he pulled her closer, taking in her flowery scent and placing a delicate kiss to her forehead. He hated being mad at her. It was one of the hardest things to do.

"I'm sorry," she whispered into his chest. "I just," she paused, thinking about her next choice of words, but then she remembered, she's with Will. All he wants to know is what she's thinking. There was never a reason to be nervous with him, especially when he's holding her in his arms. "I always feel so alone when you're not home."

When she was met with silence, she decided to continue.

"We've spent three years away from each other and when we finally get to be together again, we're constantly apart. I know it's your job and you can't change anything, but I just- I need you to know that it's hard."

Will's heart was racing, he hated that he couldn't notice that it was hurting Daisy just as much as it was hurting him. Every night that they were away, she was the only thing he could think about.

"Thank you for telling me," he whispered back. He knew it was hard for her to explain what she was thinking. She was just always thinking about something and when things got jumbled up, she would freeze up. He was happy that she did that for him because he would do anything for her. "I wish I noticed. I'm so sorry."

Daisy shook her head. "I didn't tell you, I- I should've told you how I was feeling rather than assuming you would understand."

"I should've understood," Will's hands floated to her hips, pulling her on top of him. Daisy leaned over, turning on the lamp and seeing the face she missed for the past couple of hours. "I know you like the back of my hand, baby. I should've known."

"It's okay," she softly smiled. "We'll figure this out."

"Tomorrow," Will smirked. "I just want to hold you for tonight."

Turning off the lamp and slipping beside him, Daisy cuddled into his arms as they fell asleep, saving the rest for tomorrow.

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OXVENTURE PRESENTS: DEADLANDS / ch4 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'they've got the power to kick a man apart, i heard.'

'have you thought about maybe trying to befriend a little one first?'

'so powerful. those thighs.'

'straight to the gates of hell!'

'i mean, that is the colour of horses eyes.'

'i feel just peachy, ma'am.'

'it was said that she was a serial killer.'

'it was said that she favoured poison.'

'the coward's way. i see.'

'she had a series of jobs and people kept dying in mysterious circumstances.'

'she's wanted for killing forty people.'

'i'm sorry i can't be of more help.'

'i'll be exclusively drinking alcohol to counteract the effects of any poison.'

'i'll just have two fingers of whiskey to settle my stomach.'

'every time i see a horse i avert my eyes just in case it steals my soul.'

'what's with all those boarded-up houses?'

'people've been disappearing as well; it's the strangest thing.'

'best we can do for them is nail them up in their homes.'

'there's no kind of a life for a lot of people here.'

'they say they can cure the incurable up at this place.'

'this wouldn't happen to coincide with the plague, would it?'

'i try and stay indoors at night because of what they say.'

'sounds like you've got a problem on your hands.'

'screw your job, idiot!'

'now i'm gonna have to sweep my own damn floor.'

'heard about that, did ya?'

'some of these folks... they vanish, never come back.'

'i tried draining blood. i tried putting in different blood. i tried tinctures. i tried a syrup made from opium and cocaine.'

'seems there's one medicine for the likes of us and one medicine for the likes of them.'

'it's a real shame what's happened to this town. it used to be a nice place to live, and now it's all horror.'

'that kid drinks too much whiskey.'

'i've got a new plan: we go up. we say we've got money.'

'it's the only haunted-ass building in the place, but okay.'

'he looks like a partially inflated balloon.'

'i just have it in case anyone needs it.'

'we do not speak of this to anyone.'

'there's some sort of fancy mechanical thing going on here.'

'i'm so ill i can't remember my name!'

'did you see my fancy shoes?'

'did i tell you how wealthy i am?'

'this feels like hospital propaganda.'

'do you have any cocaine?'

'perhaps some cocaine would make you feel better?'

'well, it was exhausting being fancy anyway.'

'nothing in life is free.'

'you're the weird guy!'

'everyone thinks you're super weird.'

'there's something very odd about his face.'

'it's very loud and very close.'

'i can't believe i touched that with my fist.'

'that was lucky. i could have contracted a chronic disease there.'

'my powerful immune system took care of that one.'

'there's no telling some people.'

'i don't like it! it's stressing me out.'

'he's not a good doctor he's a bad doctor! a very bad doctor!'

'you know, i don't even think he's a real doctor.'

'i think my only option really is to keep shooting at this guy.'

'where the hell were you hiding that?!'

'there's blood everywhere. pouring out of him.'

'bet you'd rather be next to a horse right now.'

'we're in!'

[lolamarlowe65]

𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

"The house next door was just sold, i hope the new neighbour will be nice."

part two of ? part one

disclaimers : smut, age gap (modern day james), slow burn shit, smoking, probably drinking, anyway big girls shit kids dni. (warnings will be more specific when smut will be there)

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Chapter 2 - Sold

It was the middle of the day at work. I was sweeping the entrance of the pharmacy down in the aisles. The medicines reminded me too much of my mom. Everybody would be wondering how the hell I am working at a pharmacy if it reminds me too much about my mom. I didn't get it to make myself miserable on purpose. I needed the job. It's truly not what I want to do with my life. It was just necessary. I was always getting my mom's medication from here. I was there part time even before being a part timer here. I just got the job because Pamela and I get along well.

Pamela is the owner of the pharmacy. She has known my grandparents for years, and she got to know my mom too before she died. It's just as monotone as it sounds. She took pity on me and all the money I would have to get for the only people I had left and one Monday morning I was there, sweeping the floor.

"-Ann !" shouted Pamela.

I was gone too far in my mind. Fuck.

"-Oh! I'm sorry Pam!" i said, stressed.

"- Well sorry for scaring you Ann, but please be more aware of your surroundings." she said, pointing to the bottles that fell down the shelves while i was in my thoughts.

Always on the moon or somewhere around. That's my thing. My life is not so exciting, there's not a lot going on for me and I spend most my time worrying about my grandmother's health. It's only natural that I started daydreaming more and more. Pamela made the remark multiple times in the past two weeks. That's never a lot, I daydream here and there when my mind needs to get out. I daydream mostly about my mom, her hugging me tightly and telling me everything's gonna be okay. But sometimes I daydream about what I could do with my life if I wasn't so stressed of flying away and of showing who I am. I can't now anyway. Also sometimes, I daydream about sex. Hey, I'm a young woman with desires and needs. I'd love a good fuck from time to time, it would help me relax perhaps. But I don't want to do that with a random stranger who's not gonna know what the fuck they are doing. Sometimes I pray to pass along the way of the hottest man I would have ever seen and just know that he would make me grip the sheets. However, that's certainly not on my to do list now. Apart from taking care of my grandma, I don't really think there's anything more on this list anyway. It's funny because if my mom was here she would tell me with this sweet voice of hers "Have fun sweetheart! You're young and pretty, you should enjoy it!" She was pretty open about that, she gave me the whole discussion when I was 14. She said "Never too young!" I hope she understands, wherever she is that I'm not in the mood to look for that at the moment. If it comes, then the universe really wants me to get railed.

"- I'm sorry Pam." i apologies again.

"- Don't apologise, put that back." she says with a slight smile.

I swear sometimes this woman gets on my nerves. Even more lately, I don't know what is going on with her but I'm tired of this passive aggressive tone.

Fuck it.

I put the broom aside and I kneel down to fix the shelf. "You are aware of your surroundings Ann." I repeat myself this sentence over and over while I put the stuff back on the shelf. I couldn't see around me as I was focused on the shelf but I definitely knew what was going on around me. Pamela was on the phone with a customer. I heard the bell of the door ring, somebody's there. I heard the sound of their footsteps going to the counter. I don't think they noticed me. Pamela saw them and hung up the phone. Her attention was on the costumer. I still have to organise the tags, Pamela can take care of the customer, I can go back to my business. Still, I'm a curious cat, I can listen to their conversation and still do my job right?

"- Good afternoon sir. How may I help you?" Pam asked.

"- Well, I just need something for my migraines." the customer said.

Their voice.

Fuck.

"- Well I have Advil, Tylenol, Excedrin is stronger. Otherwise it's on prescription, if the pain is persistent i'd advise you to see a doctor sir. That's all I can get you." said Pamela in a serious tone.

"- There's a time I would have solved it with a bottle of Jack!" he joked. "Give me Excedrin man, that'll be fine."

Pamela bagged the medicine and the customer paid and was heading out the store. At the same moment, i stood up. My surroundings. Fuck. I bumped into the customer.

"- Shit!... I apologise sir!" i said rapidly, knowing Pam was about to kill me.

The customer helped me to get my balance back. They quickly put their hand on my arm to help me and put it away as soon as if they didn't know if I was comfortable being touched.

Their hand... This hand.

I think the tattoo on it will stay engraved on my mind forever.

"- It's okay." he said.

Again. This voice.

I looked up at them.

I had never seen such a beautiful man. He was stunning. I have never felt something like that, mostly towards someone older. The blue eyes, the well trimmed hair, the tats. He was older but he could beat any guy my age. Here he was, the hottest man I had ever crossed my path with. I was looking at his eyes. So was he.

"- Sorry for that sir. Have a nice rest of your day." said Pamela, getting me out of my fixation.

"- No problem man! Goodbye... Ann." he smiled looking at my badge.

"- Goodbye." i said, startled.

He smiled at me one last time and got out.

"- Ann i swear. I understand that you can be out sometimes with everything going on for you but you really need to focus." she said, obviously pissed off. "Mostly with people like him." she added.

"- What do you mean?" i asked.

"- You didn't recognise him?" she said like it was obvious.

"- No. Who's he?"

Pam walked back behind the counter, smirking, happy she knew something i didn't.

"- Whatever Pam. I have to go."

I was finished with my work, i was exhausted and i needed to go home. I'll get Pam to tell me who was this guy on my next shift.

In the short drive I had to go home, I still had the time to think about this man. It's not about who he could be, but this encounter. Something was in the air, I could tell when he looked at me. Maybe it was just my mind. And maybe it's because I'm touch depraved but the way his hand touched me was electric. God I'm so horny. But there also was something so peaceful and calm about this. Argh! Whatever, I guess he will just wander in my mind from time to time before I realise it was just a normal encounter between two people and I was down bad for nothing.

When I arrived home, I looked over at the house next door. The open house sign was covered.

"SOLD"

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A/N : writing slow burn makes me as horny and delusional than it makes me want to throw my head against a wall. Chapter 3 is done anyway. Love <3

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

Heard you needed fluff or Hurt/Comfort, and I happen to be a professional at fluff!~

For straight fluff; Character A surprising Character B after a bad day. Bringing their favourite snacks, peppering them with kisses and attention, giving them the world! All to see that lovely smile <3

Hurt/comfort; An argument with someone you’re close to turns ugly and neither of you want to see each other after. It’s a nice surprise though when they come back to you later and apologize and try to make you feel better with sweet activities <3

QvQ thank you very much~ I've also got your other ask, so expect a response to that (hopefully) tonight! (I say hopefully because I can feel myself crashing sdjfhsdk)

Fluff - Mr Sandman (General Moon x Reader) // Hurt/Comfort - Bite Me (SCtW!Eclipse x Reader)

Mr Sandman

Bad day didn't really begin to describe what you'd been through. Your dishwasher had been mostly broken for a week and finally kicked it, so you'd needed to inform your landlord, only for the pair of you to get into an argument over responsibilities (he was in charge of repairs, but apparently you were in charge of making sure he got around to his tasks?) You'd then had one of your better Tupperwares have its lid break in your hands, loosing your lunch/dinner over the kitchen floor and having to clean up curry (good luck getting tumeric out of vinyl flooring). And now you had to get to your work shift in the snow.

"Fuck!" You bit your teeth together as your feet skidded on another patch of ice, just barely holding your balance. For some reason today the wind had decided to be extra chilly, biting through your jacket to your bones, just to spite you. Wrapping your arms tight, you continued to beeline down the well-known walking route you had from your apartment to the Pizzaplex. It was harder in the early evening, now that the sun decided to make its disappearance at around four instead of six or seven which you most preferred. So now you were battling poor visibility AND well-hidden patches of-

Your foot shunted left hard as it found zero purchase, and you immediately knew you wouldn't be able to catch yourself. Falling rapidly, you hit the ground with your side, crying out as a sharp pain lanced up your arm.

For a moment you considered remaining there, laying on the freezing ground and letting the snow and ice do the rest of the work. But you had a work partner waiting for you, and he'd never let you live it down if you gave up here. Sighing heavily and blinking back tears, you eased yourself back upright and continued to trudge onwards.

As always, the Pizzaplex's lights were out by the time you arrived. Letting yourself in through the security side-door, you dropped off your backpack of Stuff that would help keep you going through the night, and changed from cold wet jacket to security uniform jacket. Torch in hand, you let out a long breath and headed out into the main lobby area, beginning your first sweep in the direction of the Daycare. Sometimes the knowledge of what you did and who with still managed to catch you off-guard. But you knew you wouldn't give it up for anything. Even when you were cold, sore, hungry and feeling about as emotionally alive as a cicada in autumn.

"Moon?" You looked to the ceiling first, you'd learned that trick fast. Normally you were interested in how long you could go without spotting him, but tonight you wanted a low stress night shift. "Come on, no hide 'n' seek tonight."

"You're hurt." Moon's voice from right behind your shoulder prompted a shout and harsh swing, smacking Moon right on the cheek. You cradled your hand, hissing in pain, while Moon attempted to right his head from the crooked position you'd knocked it into.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," you wheezed out, reaching up and helping him ease the head to the side until - crack - it set back on right. Dark eyes with red pupils focused back on you, his hand wrapping around yours. Not the one you'd hit him with though.

"Language. You're holding your left side closer. And you have a limp," he commented. "You're also cold."

"That's...not creepy at all. How can you tell about the cold?"

"Thermal vision." Despite having punched him in the face, Moon wasn't showing anything other than a down-right focused professional attitude. Apart from the jumpscare, but even then, he'd already been pointing out your injury. It was a little concerning how he was behaving. Looming over you as the wire let him drop to the floor, he pressed a hand over your ribs where you'd taken the brunt of the fall. Of course, you hissed in pain, recoiling from the pressure.

"What the fu-flip, Moon? I just - I don't have - today is not a good day to be messing around with me, okay?" Your words carried a heavily snap, the build-up of too many things going wrong within the last six hours. Tears threatened the back of your eyes, and you started to rub them away before they could spill. Moon's eyes widened, just a touch, before narrowing again. This time his hand rested on your arm - the uninjured one.

"Rest," he said simply.

"I can't, I have my job to do."

"Can't do your job if you're hurting. Rest." He glanced back at your side, back at your face. The usual curl of his lips was one of distress, not frustration. "I need you to be okay."

Oh. Any words of retort you had remaining died, and subsequently broke most of your prepared barrier. Sniffing back sobs, you let the tears pour freely, and felt melt arms fold around your shoulders, pulling you into a cold but gentle embrace.

"It'll be okay, starlight."

"I'm trying."

"Good." His arms shifted down, and you could feel your feet leaving the ground. As you clung on instinctively, he explained, "First aid spot. Then break room."

"...Will you stay?"

"Of course. Who else will be giving you cuddles?" Pause. "Freddy would but we're not telling him about this. You will not tell him." The earnest warning is enough to make you break a small smile, imagining the Glamrock running through the Pizzaplex just to give you a hug.

"He won't know a thing," you whisper back.

"Good." And Moon smiled as he said that, looking down and seeing your faint smile. That was good to start with.

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Bite Me

There should have been more thought in what you were saying. You didn't care though. It was just you and Eclipse and the air burning with the argument that scorched between the two of you. Hell, you can't remember what started this. All of it has boiled down now to you, him, and trying to make him hurt. Unfortunately he was doing exactly the same.

And it was working.

Ugly hurt churned in your stomach as you both bared your teeth at each other - significantly more threatening in Eclipse's case. The words rang harsh in your head, "useless hunter", because they were true. Scrunching up your nose, you snarled out a wordless shout of anger, before turning on your heel and storming for your bedroom. You made sure to slam your door for good measure.

You weren't sure how long you sat at the door, sliding down to the floor to hug your knees and sob. His words had bitten down more than you'd want for him to swallow, chewing you up and then letting you collapse, sick to your stomach. Now in the aftermath, you let yourself ride out the continuous waves of hurt and guilt.

You'd just wanted him to back down. To admit he was wrong. To try and understand and see it from your perspective. But you'd fucked up, and instead of owning it, you'd responded in kind to his aggressiveness. You'd lashed out. You'd fucked up.

Crawling from the door, you managed to make your way into your bed, holding one of the pillows tight to your chest. You wanted to take it all back, every word you'd said. But the fear of refusal alongside the hollowness of guilt held you heavy to the bed.

Tap tap tap. Claws on the wood. You knew who it would be. How long had it been? It felt like hours but also only minutes.

"C'me in," you mumbled, unable to bring yourself to sit up. Footsteps shuffled from the door, making their way around the room to your side of the bed. Eclipse ducked his head down to your level, curled up small in how he crouched.

"Star?" he murmured. You blinked back. "...It was rude of me to say what I did. You were hurting me, but we wanted to hurt you back, and we shouldn't have done that. I'm...sorry...."

You laboured on your response, breathing in deeply.

"I shouldn't have tried to hurt you," you managed to croak back. "I'm sorry too."

"Can I hold your hand?"

"'Course." A hand of skin and flesh reached out, and was ensconced in a hand of scales, claws and feathers. There you two remained, curled together but apart, until Eclipse decided enough was enough and hauled himself onto the bed. His feathery weight was more a comfort you'd care to admit, as you nestled your cheek against his chest and rested, letting the remaining tension ease away.

[myreygn]

Flour Magic

summary: Nagisa helps Aiichiro baking for the Samezuka christmas party and to say that things get a little out of hand would be an understatement.

an: this is my @squealing-santa​ gift for @theatregaymer​. on the last possible day, as usual, and the title is kinda weird, but i really hope you like it! i also hope you had fun on the holidays and have a good new year’s eve! ^^ thank you to @hypahticklish​ for hosting, this was my first time participating and i had a lot of fun <3

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Baking with Rin was a challenge. There was always some miscalculated amount, some forgotten ingredient, or, even better, some random ingredient which had nothing to do with the thing they were trying to bake whatsoever. Of course, it was never Rin’s fault. No no, always something wrong with the recipe, or the measurements. And the worst part about the whole baking thing was that they had to do it every time there was a team event coming up; graduation parties, New Year’s… while Aiichiro loved baking and always gladly took over the preparations, the captain’s help was expected as it was a Samezuka tradition at this point. Captain Seijuro had caused an indescribable amount of chaos every time and Aiichiro had almost been relieved when Rin took over, but… well. Yeah.

To say that he had expected anything else would have been a lie, but to deal with his senpai’s absolute incapability of admitting any wrongdoing was… exhausting, to say the least. Which was why he was very contemptuous with Rin being sick when the time to bake for the team’s christmas party rolled around. Not thrilled of course, because that would just be malicious, but sometimes sickness really came in handy. Up until now, he had also managed to keep Momotarou from the kitchen and even though Sousuke was unfortunately unavailable, he had found a substitute that was actually competent.

“Oops!”

Well, mostly.

“Nagisa!” Aiichiro let out a long sigh, the sixth one within the last five minutes, and put his hands on his hips, trying his very best to give the blonde boy a reproachful stare. “How many times have I told you, be more careful!”

“I know, I know. Sorry?”

Screw it, he couldn’t stay mad at Nagisa. Not when he had that sheepish little smile on his face and his entire hair was covered in flour. How did it get up there? Who knew? Aiichiro for sure had no idea. Sigh number seven.

“Come here, let’s clean you up.”

“Oh, don’t bother.”

Aiichiro barely had time to get concerned about what would happen before Nagisa let his head hang down and began to shake it. The floor and his face turned equally white as he watched the flour trickle downwards in horror; mentally he made a note to sweep through later. This was the dorm’s kitchen after all and he couldn’t possibly leave all of this flour on the floor in good conscience, handing all the work over to the cleaning staff.

“You look like youʼve seen a ghost!” Nagisa laughed. “Don't worry, we're gonna clean that up. Well, me. I'm gonna clean that up.” He tilted his head, chuckling softly. “You need to relax a little, Ai. Making cookies is supposed to be fun and you’ve been stressed out ever since we started.”

Aiichiro felt his cheeks grow warm. “Y-yeah, well, I just don’t want them to be ruined, just because we’re fooling around and not paying attention to the ingredients or anything!”

Nagisa smirked, then he shrugged and turned back to the dough. “I’m sure they’re ruined already.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, you made the frosting with milk and you know that when you’re in a sour mood, the milk goes sour too, right?”

His pulse, having gone from zero to a hundred real quick, dropped again and Aiichiro couldn’t help the growl escaping his throat. “That was so silly.”

“No, but this is.”

Nagisa was fast, Aiichiro had to hand him that. The flour was all over his face before he could even blink. Not to mention, in his mouth. Ew.

“Watch out!”

“NaGAH! Alright, that’s it!”

Nagisa dodged the flour Aiichiro threw at him, laughing. “Finally you’re ready to have some fun! Now eat- umphf!”

Aiiricho grinned, already gathering as many flour packages as he could get his hands on. He had to stuff himself with more ammunition and, even more important, prevent Nagisa from doing the same!

Now, there were two very important things to know about Nitori Aiichiro. One, he was a strategist. Not very skilled when it came to open face to face combat, but chess was exactly his cup of tea and he had led his lasertag teams to victory more than just once. And two, he was determined. He didn’t like giving up - and he wouldn’t!

However, there was also one very important thing to know about Hazuki Nagisa, something which Aiichiro was about to find out the hard way: he did not care for any of that.

For the third or fourth time already, Aiichiro found himself not having any time to make a battle plan or even think for a second. Nagisa didn’t have a lot of flour left, but he sure was making the most of it, rapidly opening fire and not letting him breathe at all.

He spluttered when he got hit in the face, blinking and trying to regain his vision, taking more shots in the process. This was brutal. This was war. There was nothing he could do except for waiting until Nagisa would run out of flour, which, if his estimations were correct, should happen right around… now!

Aiichiro took a deep breath as soon as the attacks stopped (and regretted it immediately, that goddamn flour was everywhere) and got the vast majority out of his face before looking at the now unarmed Nagisa and allowing himself a tiny smirk. “My turn.”

Or so he thought. Because there was a second very important thing to know about Hazuki Nagisa. In retrospect, Aiichiro would smack himself in the head, because it was something he already knew about and yet he was still caught off guard; Nagisa was very fast.

“H-hey, what are you- EEK!”

Aiichiro felt his legs go weak and he dropped to his knees, Nagisa following him to the floor with a satisfied grin and his hands latched to his sides, squeezing. “What is it, Ai? A little sensitive?”

“Yohou know thahat!”

“You’re right, I know that.” Aiichiro shrieked when Nagisa pulled his arm to the side and wiggled his fingers into his armpit. “And I’m really happy I know that.”

“Nohoho- Nahagisa! Nahat thehere!” Gosh, this was unbearable. Did the Christmas spirit make him more ticklish? Or was Nagisa just ridiculously good at this? Probably the latter.

“Not there? But that’s not even your most ticklish spot. Do you really want me to go there?”

Panic rose in Aiichiro’s chest as more frantic laughter spilled out of his mouth; panic, but also a kind of excitement. “Nahagisa, plehehease…”

“Please go there? As you wish.”

Nagisa let go of his wrist and Aiichiro immediately clamped his arm to his side, taking a moment to breathe through. A moment too long, apparently. An arm wrapped around his ankles and his heart dropped to his stomach. “Nonono, wait, Nagisa, wahait-”

“Yes?” Nagisa smirked down at him, one single index finger ghosting over his sole and Aiichiro couldn’t stop a panicked giggle from slipping out. “I’m waiting?”

“U-uhm… don’t tickle me…”

“Tickle you? With pleasure!”

“Noho! I said dohon’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tihickle me- WAIT!”

“Too late.” Nagisa let out a cackle in his best super villain manner and started to scribble all five fingers of his free hand over the two feet he was keeping in a headlock. 

Aiichiro screamed.

“NAHAHAGISAHAHA!” The assault at his armpit had been nothing in comparison to this. Somehow Nagisa found all the right spots that made him go insane. The middle of his sole, his heel, and even bending back his toes to scratch beneath them. Aiichiro distantly registered Nagisa’s voice, probably teasing him, but he was too lost in the absolute madness of a sensation that was the tickling. Tears were running down his cheeks and his stomach hurt from laughing so hard, and Nagisa was relentless, changing his finger movements between scratching, scribbling and even kneading softly. At last, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“AHALRIGHT, STAHAHAP! I GIHIHIHIVE, I GIHIVE! PLEHEHEASE!”

Nagisa chuckled, slowing down and letting go of his legs, then he handed him a bottle of water he pulled out of his backpack and softly patted his knee. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah…” Aiichiro rubbed his tummy, trying to calm down from the after-giggles. “All good… jeez, what was that?!”

Nagisa shrugged, a sheepish smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I was out of ammo. And you were so tense all day, I wanted you to laugh and loosen up a little.”

A slight wave of guilt washed over Aiichiro’s features. “Was I that bad? I’m sorry….”

“I mean… a little. Don’t worry about it.” Nagisa held his hand up, grinning. “I had fun!”

Aiichiro couldn’t help but smile softly, then he gave his friend the high five he was waiting for. “Yeah, me too. Come on, let’s clean up and get back to work.”

“That doesn’t mean getting back to moping though, right?”

“I said I was sorry!”

[lorddeathofmurdermountain]

When I was in middle school, my parents would often ridicule people who drive their kids to school. Something about the fact that our town is small and they can walk - my mom, for one, would walk for an hour to get to school from a neighboring village in the hills. You know, the whole "walking uphills both ways in the snow" thing but less joke-ified. Why do I mention this?

Because I lived five minutes from school and if I took a three minute longer route to walk with my friends a bit longer to talk my mom would freak the fuck out and I'd get an earful when I got home - God FORBID I actually walked my friends all the way to their house.

(You can ignore the rest, it's just me putting thoughts to paper so to speak, as a form of stress relief.)

This and lots of other shit was a mainstay in my parents' behaviour, so when I, in their eyes, got to the age where they can trust me with being out and about, it came as a shock to them that all I really cared about was staying indoors, playing my games and reading my books. Then when they assisted me in being antisocial (not like it was only their fault, it was also the bullying and the fact I always took myself a bit too seriously which chafed with the excitable and hyperactive kids around me) they went about convincing me I'm a lazy piece of shit. I remember the days I was overjoyed to just do shit. I didn't mind doing chores, in fact I even liked doing some of the more interesting ones. I would grumble if I had to do chores when I was reading or something but I always did it. I'd never go like "No, I won't do it" or anything. I would, however, not use up a whole lot of my brain power THINKING about chores (because, god, why would I?) so I'd usually forget to do some of them and stuff, which got me labeled as a lazy freak. And, well, sure enough, at this point if I can manage to wash the dishes or sweep the floor or, fuck, even get out of bed, I'm pretty proud of myself (for a given value of "proud"). My parents basically made their already overly serious kid a moody shut-in and yelled him down when he said he was scared he might have depression. Well, lo and behold, that depression is making me fail college, but I have to pretend it isn't there since nothing good will come of it.

My parents really wanted a lot of things for me and in being as demanding as they were they turned me into this fucking slob, this fucking creature, who can't even be bothered to get up and eat something at times. Someone who indulges in his vices to forget his bleak reality and only prides himself on the fact that those vices aren't any of the usual stuff like smoking, alcohol or drugs. I used to love food and now it's mostly just a means to not get that annoying feeling in my stomach. Hell even snacks are mostly just something to keep my hands and mouth occupied. I've even stopped being scared of my future, because I've concluded it's going to be shit either way. If I'm gonna have a job, it's gonna be miserable. If I DON'T get a job I'll be a different kind of miserable - that is to say, homeless, but what the fuck do I care? I'm gonna feel shit about myself either way. At this point I could perform some great feat and the only thing I'd think to myself is that the attention is annoying. I wouldn't be happy because for even the best achievements in my life the only response I got was either cold indifference or something that amounts to "Couldn't you have done it the first time/sooner/better?" A noncommital "That's nice" is the most I could hope for. When I cried I got told in all ways you can think of to stop - and, look, I haven't cried for years now, not even during funerals. When I complained I was ignored and when something happened the consequences were only worse if I said someone else was responsible, even if they were. I can think of ONE time in my whole life where my parents were on my side and I felt loved. It made all the rest of it only more bitter.

Online stuff is like going out for me. Helps me forget and set aside my issues. It's almost easier to not be ME when I'm on the internet.

So yeah. Beyond all the things the other people said, Gen Z is notoriously mentally unwell - one in three people aged 18-24 report having a common mental health issue such as anxiety or depression and it's my personal opinion that the number would be fucking higher if parents didn't make a taboo of it, like having these problems is forbidden. My generation is depressed and anxious as fuck and our parents regularly disregard, even dismiss these things as fake, or not real issues. Not to even mention other shit like ADHD and autism that're even worse not only in effect but how people are treated by others for it.

Sometimes I think everything in my life has gone as bad as it could have considering the circumstances I was born into and I should be sad for it. Sometimes I think I should be happy for even having this much. I don't feel either. I just feel disappointed - in myself, and in knowing I'll never change. That I'm too stuck to even want to get myself unstuck, and that I'm too much of a coward to end it all or to even visit a psychiatrist. I felt like my heart was gonna pop just asking my general doctor for a recommendation to visit a psychiatrist and that was after tricking myself into doing it. At this point I'm just waiting for it all to crumble around me so I can get this done with. About a month or two now. Just another month or two. Then we'll see.

Maybe this is the wrong platform to pose this question given the average tumblr user but

Is it just me or did our generation (those of is who are currently 20-30 ish) just not get the opportunity to be young in the 'standard' sense?

Like, everyone I talk to who's over 40 has all their wild stories about their teens and 20s, being young and dumb, and then I talk to my friends and coworkers and classmates, and we just... dont.

[gay-kurapika]

God. I just read a reddit post about a woman and her abusive boyfriend and I'm glad she left him, but the contents of it made me remember something. I was having a shitty day one of the days I lived with Jayne, I don't really remember why. I think work had been stressful and I was behind on bills because I'd absolved her of paying rent and bills for another month so it was all directly coming from me, with my fast food worker salary. She was frustrated about something too but wouldn't say what it was, and I had some vague idea that it was my fault and I was just supposed to know. She suggested we throw things at the wall to vent some of that frustration we were both feeling (me knowing she meant "I wish I could throw this at you") and she picked a set of dishes that were a gift from my brother. They weren't particularly expensive or good, but I liked them because it was still kind on my brothers part and he doesnt usually give gifts. So we both threw them at the wall and I felt empty afterwards and she felt relieved. And nothing was solved. And nothing that belonged to her was broken. And about two weeks later I had to buy new glasses (ones that were up to her standard) because too many of them were broken. And I was also the one to sweep the floor so her dog and my cat couldn't step on the glass. It was textbook abuse. She manipulated me into breaking something special to me and participated in it herself, and I cleaned up after it and replaced it myself.

[lightadarttomendyourheart]

i've never felt more comfortable. my flat is literally everything. and i enjoy going to office hybrid cause it really makes me appreciate the days when i'm at home. otherwise i need to find excuses to leave the house but at least this way i'm getting some exercise in every week. low key wish it was 2 days/week but it is what is is.

i forgot how amazing it was living alone. idk why but i love cleaning my space. doing laundry and organizing my things and showering and then lighting a candle and making my lunch for tomorrow. even sweeping the kitchen floor (and i hate sweeping). idk what it is but it just makes me feel.. together? i think it helps my place is so clean and nice in general, cause then when i clean i feel like it's ACTUALLY clean, not just surface clean if that makes sense.

i literally hope i don't have to live with a man ever again. i know my view is skewed because of jake, he made me really hate it at the end. but i know i just haven't found the right guy to live with. but even thinking about it, living with someone else, is repulsive. like, get the f out of my space. i enjoy my quiet time so much.

i've also gotten better at deciding what to make for dinner. usually and in the past it was always so hard and very stressful. even just thinking about what to make that isn't super unhealthy or doesn't require 15 ingredients. but i made tacos 2 weeks ago and i had leftover sour cream that's going to go bad soon so boom, buy some frozen perogies and make those. i dont remember it being this easy in uni but i also had no clue what i was doing and was teaching myself how to cook. it also wasn't this easy living with jake - but lets be real food was always a problem. would never eat leftovers, never had the energy to give any sort of input other than in the summertime. god i have so much resentment and bitterness. i did it to myself. i stayed. for probably 6 months too long. but ykno what, if i left any earlier i'd probably second guess myself and wonder what if. and, idk if i would've moved to calgary. i know i wouldn't be living in this apartment.

god my life would be so different if i had stayed longer. and honestly, i was on the trajectory for it. i even considered staying and maybe do it sometime in january after the holidays. omg i would've gone fucking crazy. laid off, so much time on my hands, him working, me doing absolutely nothing. me looking for some sort of job in vancouver. it makes me sweat just thinking about it. i would've been even more miserable than i had been before.

one thing that really stumps me is he KNEW i was unhappy. literally. he said. i know you haven't been happy for a while. LIKE?? OK?? so you're just going to not say anything or do anything and hope it figures itself out?? fuck he's such a dumb fucking idiot.

i really need this therapy session on sunday. he has literally made me hate and not trust men. i think that's it. i just don't trust anyone to give me a life better than i can give myself.

and maybe that's partly why i'm so down for Brandon. he lives so far there is literally no chance of him ruining my life lmao cause he'll eventually go home far away and i'm here safe from his masculinity.

but brandon is legit the polar opposite of jake. he's kind and loves cats and loves trance and doesn't smoke weed and likes to drink and doesn't LIE and make up stupid stories and fly off the handle with substances.

we'll see how she goes but at least right now i've not been as obsessed with brandon cause i've been so busy being happy on my own. 79 days.