#I am Tired rn and want to get a dessert

[ladylooch]

Green Devil with Nico Hischier

A/N: I’m feeling a lil angsty Nico RN. Like I love fluff, but I wanted a little bit of sass from him. 

This is part of What My World Spins Around AU. Catch the rest on my masterlist here.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Swearing, jealousy, lil angsty, hinting at smut cause it’s me.

Tonight, I’m living.

Someone bought my coffee in line at the drive thru this morning. Nico is home, and my best friend from high school, Connor, is in town for work. I’ve been dying for Nico and Connor to meet since we started dating, but the timing never seemed to work until Connor texted me last week that he had some time on his next trip. Once I saw Nico was in town, I jumped at the offer.

“I’m really excited for you to meet Connor!” I bubble to Nico as we walk down the sidewalk towards a trendy, Tapas bar.

“Me too.” Nico responds as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I shiver, clutching his side to try and suck some of the warmth from his body. “Remember I need to leave by 9 though. If you want to stay later, that’s cool with me.” He grasps the handle of the door, opening it for me to walk in. He gives my ass a discreet slap as I go in front of him. I toss a suggestive look over my shoulder that he receives while biting his lip.

If I wasn’t so caught up in myself, I would have taken note of the immediate change in Nico when Connor and I rush to embrace each other. Connor wraps me in a tight hug that causes me to miss the irked expression on Nico’s face about how close his hands are to my ass.

“You look incredible.” Connor smiles widely, taking me in from head to toe. I pose for a second as a joke while he keeps his hands on my hips.

“Find a NHL captain and you too can be this happy.” I turn to Nico who has pasted a polite smile on his face that doesn’t quiet meet his eyes.  “Babe, this is Connor. Connor, Nico.”

“Hey man, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nico extends a hand. They shake firmly. Connor breaks first. 

“You too, man.” Connor juts his chin out in acknowledgment at Nico, then crosses his arms over his chest. “They’re just getting our table cleaned.”

“Oh, okay.” I nod. “So tell me all about Miami. I am dying to hear about your new condo.”

“Unreal views. You should come down next month. We can have a fun weekend together. Get wasted on expensive tequila like Cabo.”

“Oh my god, no.” I hide my face. 

“She legally cannot step foot in that resort again.” Connor says to Nico, snickering.

“Long story.” I shake my head, red tinging my cheeks. I’ve never told Nico about it because it’s still so cringy and embarrassing. Connor motions like he’s spewing vomiting. I slap his bicep to give him a warning. “Stop. Seriously.” 

Luckily, the host is ready to show us to our table. We spend the rest of the night chatting. Connor and I reminisce about our old high school friends we have lost touch with. We stalk their Facebook pages and Instagrams, laughing at how the more things change the more they stay the same in our hometown. Nico is quiet, but that’s normal with people he doesn’t know well. He seems to be content with fading into the background. At least I thought so.

“I think I’m going to head out.” Nico begins to put his jacket on as Connor and I look over the dessert drink menu. I turn to him, surprised. I check my Apple Watch, seeing it’s barely 8pm.

“Oh okay. Are you okay?” I ask, lowering my voice while I examining him for signs of distress. He seems fine. Maybe he’s just tired?

“Yep. Have a good night, baby.” He barely presses his lips to mine before he pulls away, leaving me with unsatisfied, puckered lips. He tells Connor it was great meeting him as he tosses a few hundred dollar bills on the table for the bill. When his body moves from beneath my fingers, I feel an uneasy chill from his absence. Something doesn’t feel right about this. Connor doesn’t notice and dives back into his persistence of me coming to visit him in Miami next month.

“Um…” I cut him off. “Sorry. I’ll be right back.” I say abruptly, grabbing my coat and purse before rushing to the front of the restaurant. The cold air blasts me, stealing my breath as I look to the left where Nico is about to turn into the parking lot.

“Nico.” I call after him, hustling to catch up with his long strides. “What is up with you?” I ask him breathlessly, reaching for his hand and pulling him to a stop. “And what was that kiss?” I wrinkle my nose in displeasure.

“I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.” His shoulders are rolled inwards as he talks to me, grimacing against the cold wind whipping down at us. I sigh, not liking the way he looks above my head.

“Neeks, you seem upset with me.”

“I’m not.” He shrugs, licking his lips and continuing to avoid eye contact. I cross my arms at his chilly attitude. A realization comes over me at the slight scowl on his face.

“Are you… jealous?” I ask with a small smile.

“No, just… have fun with your friend.” He scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks away from me and down the street. I can see his jaw tense as he grits his teeth.

“Wow….” I trail off with a breezy laugh. I step closer, biting my bottom lip. “You look pretty green for red being your team’s color.” I set my hands on his hips, wrapping my arms around his back. I secure myself to him tightly, resting my chin on his chest so I’m looking up at his face. “Babe, look at me.” I soften my voice so he knows I’m done teasing. He licks his lips exasperatedly, then turns his sour, scrunched face to me. I raise my eyebrows, signaling I’m waiting.

“Fuck yeah I’m jealous.” He finally scoffs out. At least he wraps his hands around me, pushing me tighter to him.

“Why?” I can’t even begin to fathom why he feels that way. He’s the sweetest, handsomest, dreamiest man I have ever laid eyes on.  

“I feel like he knows you better than me. And I hate that.” I snort, leaning forward to press my forehead to his chest. Nico silently watches me when I pull back.

“Every one of those jokes and stories are from before you.” I pause, waiting for him to soften. When he doesn’t, I continue. “He knows nothing about me anymore. You’re my life now. Not high school football games and Applebee’s late night happy hour.”

“But Miami?” He rolls his eyes.

“I won’t go. It’s obviously bothering you, so it’s not worth it. You’re my priority.”

We stare at each other until Nico finally sighs, looking away at the busy street behind me. I get closer, onto my tip toes, then tenderly pressing my lips on his throat. People pass around us, the world continuing on as we hold each other. I work my mouth up to the nook of his shoulder and neck. I open my mouth a little more, sucking his skin into my mouth. His shoulders relax, head meeting mine as his hands grip my back tighter. I pull away just before I mark him, pressing my nose to the wet spot. I run my hand across his shoulder to the back of his neck and cradle his head. A heavy exhale from him ends our hug.

“Okay.”

“Will you come back with me?” 

“No, but you should stay. For real. Spend time with him… then come home to me.” His eyes darken with hunger as he brushes my hair behind my ear, holding my cheek. I watch as he closes his eyes, then leans down to capture our lips together. This is the kiss I needed from him earlier. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the plumped skin. I’m intoxicated when we pull apart. I stare at the lapels of his jacket.

“Maybe… I wanna come home now.” He smirks at me as I pull my phone out and text Connor a quick lie. “I’m suddenly soooo sick.” Nico leans his head back to laugh towards the sky.

“Let’s go needy girl.”

[djarinova]

hi hiii, 🐼💘🍼🎟 for the ask game!

omg thank you so much for asking so many questions!! I loved answering these so much!! sending you big hugs rn◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

I think I went insanely overboard with these answers omg so I'm putting them under the cut :')

🐼 – what’s the silliest nickname(s) you have for each other?

I think we're both pretty non silly when it comes to petnames/nicknames, so the sillest names we call eachother probably aren't even that silly ahah

I love to call levi sweetie, so when I'm teasing him or trying to get his attention I call him my sweetie pie and I always find that his head snaps in my direction aksksjs he looks at me like I've lost it, (I do kinda like it though, so I'm not going to stop) also I called him my honey bun once and... I don't think I've ever seen him react like that for anything else, ever

also, this is not so silly, but I love to call him my angel, I love how red his face gets, and sometimes he tuts and rolls his eyes but eeee I know he loves it so much:((

the most outlandish and silly name levi calls me is probably wifey, and he uses so sparesly that I have to physically stop myself from reacting when he says it bec I don't want him to get shy or embarrassed about it, even though I love it so much

💘 – how do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?

if we both have a free day then we spend the whole day together tehe. we'll have a small lie in, this is one of the very rare occasions levi let's me keep him in bed in the morning, and we'll get up about 10/10.30am, after having cuddles (and most likely some mornings kisses...) I usually try to make him breakfast in bed, but he can't bare to sit in the bedroom on his own while I make it, so he usually joins me in the kitchen after about 10 minutes--he'll have his adorable dressing gown and slippers on and I absolutely love the sight. he'll make us coffee while I make us food hehe. I love a chill day though so we'll spend most of the day watching some tv, a couple movies or some episodes of our current show, and we'll snack throughout the day, somehow missing lunch bec we're too full 🫣🫣 Levi will also insist on us going out for a walk around the park, just for some fresh air, and I love to drag him to all the shops I can while we're out so I can browse all the cute valentine stuff (he usually ends up buying me a couple extra gifts bec he's the cutest ever)

we'll ofc have dinner together at the end of the day, but if our january is busy and chaotic and we're both feeling stressed and tired then we'll order a takeaway and eat it at home--Levi will set up the dinner table with candles and the fresh bouquet of flowers he got me, and we'll put on some nice music and eat and chat together. but if we both feel up to it then we'll go out for dinner! usually just to our favourite date restaurant, but we always try to order some fancy, new dessert to try!

and if we're both busy during the day because of work(which unfortunately is a fairly common occurrence for our valentine's) then we'll just have a nice dinner together--takeaway or eating at a restaurant, same as above.

🍼 – want any kids? how many?

we do want kids! but I don't think I'm anywhere near ready right now, and so every time I think about kids I get really scared and freaked out, but if we were to have kids, years in the future probably, I think I'd like to have two. every time I imagine levi as a dad I just get such a warm feeling, he's the most patient and calm man whenever he's with children, and when I see him talking and playing with my little cousins it makes me insanely happy.

levi had never really thought about kids until we were about 2 years into our relationship, but we've had many discussions about kids, and we're always keeping the other updated about our thoughts. in our chats Levi's said that if we had kids he'd want two, or three.

🎟️ – do you go to live entertainment together (concerts, plays, etc.)?

I am obsessed with concerts, I love them so so much, but levi is not much of a fan of big arenas or stadium concerts, so if we go to one together we usually stick to a small venue. he loves coming with me though, and seeing me so happy and comfortable in that environment, but theres not a big overlap in our styles of music, so if we go together, he usually just goes for me, and to watch over me hehe

we very occasionally go to the theatre together, if there's good performances happening close to us! levi doesn't like to travel too far just for a couple of hours, so if he really wants to see a play then we make a whole trip out of it and we'll stay 2 or 3 nights

[inksrants]

Oof, am writing again so soon. Normally I disappear for a hot minute especially after I write about myself. Anyways, today has been a day and while I feel like I've had some normal convos with the main person I live with, they also kept pushing at meeting my S.O. Now we haven't been together all that long but I do spend a lot of time with them, as much as possible while I was working and since I'm out of work right now it's even more time spent together because I just can. I understand why the main person wants to meet my S.O. but my S.O. is weary because of the contention between the main person and I. And I completely get it, but tomorrow I will have to talk to my S.O. and say that the mp is pushing the topic even more so now and I frankly don't want to deal with it until I'm accused of saying nothing but bad things about the mp to my S.O. by the mp. I feel tired of this but in reality, today seemed like a good day for the mp and the only things that have set me on edge since getting back in the mention of looking for jobs and then the mp asking when my S.O. is going to join us for dinner.

It also helps that it's like 5am for me rn, I have spent most of the night baking and have seemed to ruin one of the desserts but not totally(?) It's just messy bc I made too much and overfilled the mini pie crusts. I happen to like baking more than cooking, unless it's a new recipe, and more so when I'm baking for others and someone asked me to bake for them. So yeh. If yall want what recipes I baked uuuhhh, they were box recipes 😅 and one was specifically a cake mix box recipe.

Any which ways, have a good night/day/morning/evening!!

[thelastspeecher]

Accidental Abduction AU - Tethers

Emerges from my autumnal pile of blankets, posts this writing, and immediately slithers back underneath my cozy hideaway.

Here, have a surprise Accidental Abduction AU ficlet. Featuring Feelings.

Enjoy.

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              Stan stood on the teleporting pad, his heart in his mouth.  Sally and Merle smiled at him from where they stood, manning the teleportation controls.  They preferred to avoid teleporting, something Angie and Lute attributed to them being “old school”.  But there wasn’t anywhere the ship could safely land where Stan was headed.

              “Are you ready?” Sally asked.  Stan swallowed nervously, but nodded.  He was wearing the same clothes he’d been in when he was first abducted.  After so long in the jumpsuits preferred on the alien planet, jeans felt incredibly weird.  “We’ll send you down once Angie’s here.”

              “Uh, why?” Stan asked.  Merle frowned.

              “We’re not sending you down on your own, son.  It wouldn’t be polite.”

              “…Angie’s coming with me?” Stan said quietly.  As if on cue, Angie entered the room, wearing one of the few pieces of Earth clothing they had found that fit her large stature: a yellow sundress patterned with flowers.  “You’re coming with?”

              “Yep!”  Angie walked over to the teleporting pad.  She stood next to him, smiling.  “I want to see your planet!”

              “But, uh, you’re gonna stick out like a sore thumb.”

              “I love that expression,” Angie said with a giggle.  “Humans are so odd with their idioms!”

              “He has a point, dear,” Merle said.  “You need to disguise yourself before we send you down.”

              “All right, all right, just gimme a minute!” Angie said, rolling her eyes.  Stan felt a small surge of pride.

              I taught her how to be ornery like that.  Then, before his astonished eyes, Angie began to shrink.  Her magenta hair changed to a caramel-color, albeit with some pink streaks, and her cobalt skin lightened into a hue close to Stan’s.  Angie looked at him.  Only one of her eyes was silver now.  The other was a soft blue.  Stan’s jaw dropped.

              “Have you always been able to do that?” he demanded.  Angie giggled again.  “You’ve been able to do that this whole time?!”

              “Our species has limited shapeshifting abilities,” Merle explained.  “Angie’s human disguise is superior to most members of our race, however, because she is a quarter human.”

              “Why didn’t you guys tell me before?” Stan asked.  Angie shrugged.

              “It never came up.”

              “I can’t believe this,” Stan muttered.  He shook his head.  “Well, it’ll make it easier to blend in.  Even though you’re still way taller than average.”  Angie’s height, a few inches shy of seven feet, had been reduced to roughly six feet.

              “Yeah, we can’t change our size very much.”  Angie beamed at him.  “Ready?”  Stan took a steadying breath.

              “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

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              The teleporter placed Stan and Angie in an alleyway Stan knew well.  He looked to his left.  Sure enough, the fire escape was still broken.

              The excuse they used to get out of fixing it was that it would make it easier for me to sneak out.  Guess that was bullshit.  Some part of him yearned to grab the familiar rusty metal and pull himself up like he used to.  No.  That’s not what I’m here for.

              “Well?” Angie asked.  Stan looked at her.  “Do you think you’re tethered?”

              Right.  That’s what we’re here for.  The alien family was willing to let him stay with them, but on the one condition that they check whether he was “tethered” to Earth.  According to them, some species struggled leaving their home planet, and they didn’t want to harm him by keeping him in a different solar system.

              “How will I know if I’m tethered?” Stan asked.  Angie frowned.

              “Your vitals will get better, for one thing.  For another, you’ll just feel more at peace and complete.”  Her mismatched eyes searched his face.  “So?”

              “I mean.  I sorta feel the same,” Stan mumbled.  Angie nodded slowly.  “Does that mean we’re good?”

              “My mom said that tethering can take up to ten minutes to manifest properly.  We won’t know for sure if humans are an untethered species until then.”

              “Okay…”  Stan stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.  His fingers brushed up against his old lighter.

              Man, I haven’t had a smoke since I ran outta my last pack almost a year ago.

              “You’ve told me a lot about Earth beaches,” Angie started timidly.

              “You wanna see the beach?”

              “Yes!”

              “Sure, I’ll show you the beach.”  Stan kissed her cheek.  “I like taking pretty girls for walks on beaches.”  Angie smiled sweetly.  “Follow me.”  Stan exited the alley and began to walk down the street.  He and Angie had only managed a few steps before there was a loud crash from the building they were walking past.  Stan sighed heavily.

              Dammit.  She’s the one working the counter, isn’t she?  He reluctantly turned his head.  Looking like she’d seen a ghost, his mother stared at him through the Pines Pawns storefront.  Stan came to a stop and sighed again.

              “Something wrong?” Angie asked.

              “No, just- I gotta do something,” Stan said.  “I’m gonna go in this store.  I’ll be right back.”

              “Oh.  Okay.”

              “If anyone tries to mess with you, do this,” Stan said, flipping the bird.  Angie nodded slowly.  “If they keep messing with you after you do that, go ahead and kick their ass.”  Angie flipped the bird back at Stan.

              “This is a diplomatic gesture, then?” she asked.

              “In New Jersey?  Yeah.  But don’t do it unless someone messes with you.  Okay?”

              “Got it.”  Angie smiled.  Stan frowned.  “What?”

              “It’s weird seeing you with regular human teeth,” Stan said.  Angie laughed.  “All right.  Try not to attract too much attention.”

              “I’ll do my best,” Angie said.  Stan shot another smile in her direction and entered the store.  The bell over the door ringed, a sound that immediately flashed him back to the thousands of times he’d heard it before.

              “Hey, Mom,” Stan managed weakly.  Ma Pines continued to stare at him silently.  He walked up to the counter.  “So, uh, I-”

              “Where have you been?!” Ma Pines demanded, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close.  Stan looked out the storefront window.  Angie was engrossed in a pigeon eating a piece of pizza.

              Good.  Don’t want her to see any of this conversation.

              “…Places,” Stan said vaguely.

              “It was like you disappeared off the face of the Earth!”

              “I mean, sorta,” Stan mumbled.  His mom released her hold on his shirt.  She searched his face, then scanned his body.

              “I see you haven’t lost any weight.”

              “Uh.  Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

              “A good thing.  Clearly, you’re getting food from somewhere.”

              “Yeah.  The family I’ve been staying with are asking me all the time if I need more to eat.”

              “You’ve been staying with a different family?” Ma Pines whispered.  Stan scowled at her.

              “I was kicked outta the house at seventeen, Mom.  It’s not like I had any other options lined up.”

              “You could have come back-”

              “I couldn’t have, and you know that,” Stan said firmly.  Ma Pines sighed softly but nodded.  “Anyways, I’m not- I’m in town today for a few hours, but after that, I’m not coming back.  You- you might not ever see me again.”

              “What?!”  Ma Pines slammed her hands on the counter, glaring at Stan.  “You can’t just expect me to accept my baby walkin’ out like that!”

              “You were fine with Pops kicking your ‘baby’ out!” Stan snapped back.  He shook his head.  “Stop acting like there are a billion alternatives.  There aren’t.  Either I stay or I leave.  And you know why I can’t stay.”

              “Yes.  I- I suppose I do.”  Ma Pines looked down at the counter.  “But you’ll really never come back?”

              “Probably not.”

              “Why not?”

              “There isn’t anything for me here.”

              “I don’t qualify?”

              “You and Pops are kinda a package deal.”

              “Shermie?”

              “He’s overseas more often than not.”

              “Stanford?”

              “Does he still hate my guts?” Stan asked.  Her silence was answer enough.  “Mom, there’s nothing here for me except bad memories.  I have to go.  And I won’t be back.”

              “The family you’re living with…they take good care of you?” Ma Pines asked.

              “Oh yeah.  They’re, uh, foreigners, so they’re always worried about making sure I’m doing all right.  They’re not familiar with our culture or whatever.”

              “No, that makes sense.”

              “You don’t have to worry, Mom.  I’m gonna be fine.”

              “I’m your mother.  I’ll always worry,” Ma Pines said roughly.  She discretely wiped away a tear from her eye.  She then turned her head to look out the storefront window.  “The young lady outside…”

              “What about her?”

              “Is she part of the family you’re staying with?”

              “Yeah.”

              “She wouldn’t happen to be your girlfriend, too, would she?” Ma Pines asked, watching Angie.  Angie was still observing the pigeon intently.

              “…Yes.  She is.”

              “Is it serious?”

              “I don’t wanna talk about this.”

              “That’s a yes, then.  Is she Jewish?”

              “Mom!”

              “All right, I’ll drop it.”  Ma Pines sighed.  “A cute dress like that deserves a necklace.  Silver or gold?”

              “Huh?”

              “For your girlfriend,” Ma Pines said impatiently.  “A silver or gold necklace?”

              “Uh, silver?  But I don’t have any cash on me.”

              I’ve got alien bucks, but Pops doesn’t like taking checks.  No way he’d accept money from a different solar system.

              “Oh, please,” Ma Pines scoffed.  She walked over to the jewelry case and removed a delicate looking silver necklace with a moon charm on it.  “Even psychics misplace things sometimes.”

              “Mom…” Stan started.  Ma Pines walked back to the counter.

              “Just promise me you’ll be the good boy I know you are.  Don’t fight with your host family or your girlfriend unless they deserve to be fought.”  She held out the necklace.

              “I can’t take this.”

              “I insist,” Ma Pines said.  “Either you take it or I march out there and give it to your girlfriend myself.”

              “Fine.”  Stan took the necklace from his mom.

              “Pretty girls deserve pretty things.”

              “I know, I know.  You’ve told me that a thousand times.”

              “Sure, sue me for telling you one more time before you leave forever.”  Ma Pines leaned over the counter to kiss Stan’s forehead.  “Take care of yourself, Stanley Danley.”

              “I always do.”

              “Good boy.”  Ma Pines sighed heavily.  She looked away, but not quickly enough to hide the tears in her eyes.  “Now, get outta here before I lock the door and make you stay.”

              “Okay.”  Stan walked back to the door.  He paused.  “I- I love you, mom.”

              “I love you, too, sweetie,” Ma Pines said, her voice choked up.  Stan left the store, the familiar bell ringing again.  Angie looked over at him.

              “Did you get what you were looking for?” she asked.

              “Yeah.  I did.”  Stan walked up to her.  He held out the necklace.  “This is for you.”

              “I thought you didn’t have any Earth money left.”

              “I found some,” Stan lied.  Angie hesitantly took the necklace from him.  “It matches your eyes.  Well, it matches your eyes when they’re normal.”  Angie giggled.  She put on the necklace, every movement careful, like she was worried she’d break it.

              “How’s it look?” she asked.

              Dammit, Mom was right.  The necklace completes the outfit.

              “It looks great, babe.  C’mon, let’s head out for the beach.”

              “Ooh, yes!”

              They crossed the street.  Before they could leave the block, however, a taxi pulled in front of the pawn shop.  Stan paused.  He watched Ford exit the taxi and enter the store.  Through the storefront window, he could see his mom leave her spot behind the counter to wrap Ford in a tight embrace.

              “Oh, the ten minutes are up,” Angie said, checking the small device she kept around her wrist like a watch.  “We should know for sure whether you’re tethered or not.  So…are you?”

              “I still don’t know how to tell,” Stan muttered.

              “Is there anything drawing you to this planet?  Any sort of connection?” Angie pressed.  Stan watched his mom and twin brother disappear behind a door, presumably to go to the apartment upstairs.  The apartment he’d been raised in.  He took a deep breath, then let it out.

              “No.  Nothing’s keeping me here,” Stan said.  Angie clapped her hands in excitement.

              “Oh, excellent!  You can stay with us permanently then!  I’ll tell my parents the good news.”

              “Ah ah, not so fast,” Stan said.  “When you tell them, they’ll want to teleport us back.  And we’ve still got a beach to see.”

              “Oh no, I almost forgot!  Yes, please take me to the beach!”

              “You got it, babe.”  Stan took ahold of Angie’s hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.  They walked down the street.  Angie rambled about the pigeon she’d been watching, but Stan couldn’t stop his mind from wandering.

              The plan had always been to tell the alien family that he didn’t have any connection to Earth.

              Stan just didn’t expect that to be the truth.

[megistusdiary]

the idea of soft dom tohma fucking you after you have a long day to make you “forget all about it” and overstimulating you until you cant think and you’re js like crying and he has you suck on his fingers to shut you up because “i know you can take it, pretty baby.. just let me make you feel good” makes my mind go 💥💥💥

i am so tired rn. i just spent the entire day in class, doing chemistry homework, reports, busting out a bio report, and trying to do skincare and take breaks 🚶‍♀️

i finally finished my homework for the night, but i still have so much to do >:[

i am tired, but i wanted to write a little something while i finish my tea before i head to bed ♡♡♡ also so sorry this has been sitting in my box forever. my box is full of asks right now, and i feel so bad that i can't get to them :(

anyways, i could use some of this right now, so let's roll ✨️ sorry i am talking so much

warnings: soft-dom!thoma and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

soft thoma, praise, fingers in yo mouth‼️, overstim, mentions of oral, condom usage 👍, a bit of fluff at the end

your hands feebly gripped onto thoma's shoulders, pulling at the sweater still covering his form. his hair was pulled from its usual ponytail, draped over his shoulders and tickling your skin when he leaned towards you.

your thighs trembled around his waist as he rutted into you, keeping his thrusts slow and deep, feeling you arch up into him.

when he saw you trudge into the house, dumping your bag onto the floor and laying your head on the table, he immediately contrived a plan to make you forget all about your bad day.

and oh, by the archons, was he good at that.

he drew you a bath, seemingly innocent, cooking you one of your favorite meals and even letting you pick dessert.

the second you finished washing dishes, he kissed your cheek, taking the plates away and asking you to wait for him in the bedroom.

no more than fifteen minutes later, he was in between your legs, tongue flattening across your pussy and toying with your clit.

by the time he got to actually fucking you, you'd come undone twice from his fingers and mouth, hands tugging his hair right out of its tie. you weren't sure if you could continue, squirming beneath him and trying to get his attention.

he purposefully angled his hips to help you chase your high, hitting deep with deliberate thrusts in search for your g-spot.

he heard you mumbling something about it being 'too much' or how you were 'sensitive.' but thoma knew how much you needed to destress. you always had your mind full of work and school, too busy to eat and sleep at times. it was good for you to have a blank mind for once, feeling nothing but pleasure from thoma.

thoma slid his fingers into your mouth once he decided he wanted you to relax a bit, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "shh, sweetheart. i know, you've had such a long day. let me do this for you, hm?" he pressed his fingers onto your tongue, hearing you whine around the digits. "such a good girl..." he smiled, moving his hips faster, pressing his pelvis to yours.

the small patch of blonde hair at his front rubbed just right on your clit, causing you to shake against his body, feeling too many sensations at once as he rutted his hips into your sweet spot.

"there we are," thoma hummed, hearing you gasp out when he moved his hips in circular motions, stimulating your g-spot so perfectly. thoma watched your eyes go glassy, tears building up as your oncoming high did the same, making you twitch and ball your fists into his shirt. "so good for me."

there were no more protests about your work, no more worries about rude customers or peers, no stress for tomorrow, only pure bliss on your mind as you finally felt your third orgasm wash over you.

you felt absolutely limp as thoma fucked you through the powerful waves, groaning at the white ring forming around the base of his cock. this sent him hurdling into his own orgasm unexpectedly as you convulsed around him. he hunched over, removing his fingers from your mouth and coming hard.

"so good, so good to me." thoma's voice felt distant and fuzzy as you laid on the bed, feeling completely slack and blissed out.

he flopped over next to you, slowly pulling out and tying up the condom to throw away.

"feeling better?" thoma asked as you slowly came back down to reality. you smiled softly up at him, gesturing for him to join you on the bed and curl up in your arms.

"thank you." you whispered, feeling sleepy and warm as he hummed, stroking your back, allowing you to fall asleep comfortably in his arms.

[dreamypeaches]

rating things my bf has said during secks | rafe cameron x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, rafe cameron, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, seriously this is disgusting. im going to hell

word count: 1.6k

a/n: oh boy folks. this one is literally...so filthy i can’t even breath right now. please enjoy. 

pope jj kie sarah topper kelce

“Don’t hold back, baby.”

10/10

-I didn’t

-he loves to hear me scream

Face buried in a pillow, wrists pulled behind your back and trapped in Rafe’s tight grip, he plowed into you from behind. You’d missed Rafe’s touch so much, having been gone for a week on vacation with his family. The texts and videos you had exchanged were down right sinful, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. You missed the way he bruised your hips, the way he held you down and pounded into you until you saw God. He missed your tight little pussy, the look on your face when he made you cum on his dick, your sweet little moans and the way you screamed his name.

But the lewd noises were currently being muffled by the pillow your face was shoved in, and Rafe couldn’t have that. He twisted your hair in his grip, pulling on it and lifting your head up off the pillow.

“There we go. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you,” He growls, yanking a little harder on your locks and thrusting deeper into you. You obeyed, letting your curses and moans out into the air, adding to the sinful atmosphere of the room.

“i’m gonna f*ck you until you beg me to stop”

500/10

-true to his word

-couldn’t walk for a week

To say Rafe was pissed was an understatement. But the fury that burned within his eyes didn’t scare you. In fact, you felt your cunt start dripping in response. His hand gripped your throat, knuckles bruised and bloodied from the events earlier in the night. He slams you back into the wall and making you moan.

“You think you’re funny? Talking to that fucking Pogue in front of me? Did you see the way he was looking at you? Well, he already got his, now it’s time for your punishment.” He hikes your dress up and practically rips your panties off. You scream as he plunges his fingers into you, starting out at a brutal pace, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop,” He growls.

“i want everyone to know how hard you were f*cked’

12000000/10

-pulled me in close and bit my neck hard

-hot af

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well,” Rafe moans as he slows the speed of his thrusts, staring down at where your bodies met and the juices of two orgasms leaked out of you.

“Does anyone else know what a little slut you are? How good you are taking cock?”

You moan as he juts into you particularly hard and he reaches down to to squeeze your throat.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“No, Rafe. No one knows what a good little slut I am for you.” The grin that appears on his face is devilish, his movements stopping completely, making you whimper. He leaned down until his mouth is by your ear, breath fanning across your neck making you shiver.

“I want everyone to know how hard you were fucked,” He purrs, strangely tender despite the darkness of his words. The he suddenly bites down on your neck, making you shout before his hips start snapping into yours. He continues to make large, dark marks across your body as he fucks you into the mattress.

“you c*m when i say you can”

2589/10

-don’t tell me what to do

-jk yes daddy

Rafe had been edging you all night. It started at dinner, a special birthday dinner for him with all his close friends. Under the table, his fingers had rubbed your sensitive nub until you were right on the edge, then pulling away as dessert was served, knowing full well that you were his real dessert for the night.

The second the two of you got home, he commanded you to meet him in your bedroom, naked and waiting. You did exactly as he said, it was his birthday after all, and you were the best present he could get. When he arrived in the bedroom, he was removed only his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and binding them tight. The next couple hours was spent with a vibrator on your clit, your legs shaking as you constantly came close to the edge but never tipped over.

Every now and then, Rafe’s mouth and fingers would join in the fun. Licking up your juices or teasing your nipples. Sometimes he would pull your panties on, leaving the small vibrator pressed up against you while he sat back and watched you squirm. You were crying by this point, all this pleasure with no release driving you crazy.

“Please, Rafe! I can’t take it anymore, I need to cum!” You whimper. The vibe is suddenly removed from you, replaced with a hard slap to your pussy that makes you scream.

“What’s my name?” He growls.

“Daddy! Please!” He smirks down at you, eyes filled with an animalistic hunger.

“You cum when I say you can.”

“you look amazing rn”

100000/10

-awe shucks

-was said in a very tender way

-wholesome

“Fuck, Rafe, I’m gonna cum!” You moan as Rafe slams into you, fingers playing your clit like a beautiful instrument.

“I’m close too baby…fuck…cum with me,” He groans, his movements sloppy as his words start to become true. You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him down to meet your lips. The kiss is loving and passionate and hungry and pure all at once. You moan against each other as you both meet your releases. He stills inside you, pulling out all too soon for your liking and scooting down the bed to stare at your leaking center. Seeing his seed dripping from you did something to his head, making his dick harden again slightly and his love for you grow. His fingers reach out, scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you lightly, making you whimper quietly.

He sits back up, leaning over you and placing sweet kisses around your face before landing on your lips. He pulls back, staring at your face covered in after sex bliss. He loves you like this, absolutely fucked out.

“You look amazing right now,” He smiles softly as you blush, covering your face with your hands. He shakes his head and pulls them away cuddling up to you and placing several more kisses to your neck as he holds you tight.

“you’ll pay for that later”

sdhfdskkhdj/10

-i deserved it

-my a$$ was red

You’d been to enough Kook parties with Rafe to last you a life time. You were bored, left in the corner to pout while Rafe paid attention to anything but you. You were honestly tired of it, and you were going to do something about it. Finding Rafe talking to Topper by the pool, you walk up to him with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, baby,” You coo before turning to face Topper, pressing your back up against Rafe, making sure your ass was situated right on his crotch. You spend the next few minutes in deep discussion with Topper, not even looking or speaking to Rafe. Every now and then, you would move to adjust your dress, rubbing your butt against his quickly hardening cock.

“Aw, I’m out,” You say, referring to your drink, starting to walk away.

“I’ll come with you,” Rafe says, taking your arm and practically dragging you away. He leans down and growls in your ear, “You’ll pay for that later.” The words made you ruin your underwear.

Instead of bringing you to the kitchen for drinks, he leads you out to his truck, shoving you into the passenger seat. When you arrived home, he brought you to the bedroom and bent you over his knee, hiking your skirt up and shoving your panties down. His hand met your ass, over, and over again, until you were soaked all over his lap. He lifted you up moving you onto the bed, placing you down gently in contrast to the harsh slaps he had just given you.

“Such a little fucking tease,” He whispers before unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out, preparing to absolutely destroy your cunt.

“who’s pu$$y is this?”

infinity/10

-i knew exactly who’s

-(spoiler) it’s his

You always knew your wedding night with Rafe would be one to remember. Your bedroom life was already incredible, you just knew he would pull out all the stops for your special day. And you were right. It had started long before the bedroom, sneaking off during the reception for him to bury himself under your beautiful white dress and devour you, or you kneeling in front of him, sucking him until his covered your lips in white, suited perfectly for a bride like you.

When he got you all to himself after the party, you knew you were in for it. The sex was rough and passionate, using positions where he could always look you right int he eye as he made you scream his name. You were all his and his alone, and you would be for the rest of your lives.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls as he fucks into you, rubbing you clit and squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. Already three orgasms deep, you found it difficult to focus. But the look of pure passion and love glowing in his eyes fanned the flame inside of you.

“It’s yours, Rafe, all yours. Forever and always.” You breathe. He grins at you, meeting your lips in a fiery kiss as he fucks you with all the love in his body.

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[parismemes]

THINGS I’VE SAID ON DISCORD (OCTOBER EDITION) AS SENTENCE STARTERS.

“tell me everythng.” “HEHEHEHEHEHEHE” “i have read every single one of them and do not intend to stop” “i on principle only like songs that go hard” “I DIDNT THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE THAT SAD WHAT THE FUCK” “heehoo. water boy.” “why i always sleep through this shit i hate it here” “gacha games count as gambling” “im also there. im laughing” “u r doing so much math and im just like hehe money” “what the fuck what the fuck NOOO what the fuck im dfgjhhfjgdhjfgkjdkghjd” “what a traumatic backstory” “I CAN SEE YOU READING MY MESSAGES IM GONAN GET FINESSED OUT THE FUCKIN WINDOW“ “THAT’S not good!” “if hes a fraid of dogs that sounds like a him problem” “i honestly deserve recognition for the absolute shit i just pulled off” “YES FUCK YEAH YEAH YEAH HELL YEAH FUCK YEAH HELL FUCKIN YEAH WOOOOOOOOO YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!” “why the fuck would you want that” “yeah hes my only one true love” “by a few i of course mean like 600″ “no one fucking appreciate me” “thank you ___ for being the only person who appreciate me” “i reveal it in pieces and make you put it together like a puzzle” “im smart and never regret it“ “see, i just dont think thats right” “i will continue dangling it in front of your face like a scientist dangling bait in front of a fish (who is also in a maze)” “hes actually like an absolute fucking nerd a complete fool a fucking dumbass” “sorry your message glitched and i cannot read. anyway back to my leverage over you which is forcing you into a corner,” “it's not extortion because i don't know what extortion means” “why do they talk like exes. its because they are exes” “TIME SENSITIVE QUESTION PLEASE RESPOND” “he's a content creator he'll be fine” “what does this mean? but yes” “NICE NICE NNICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE” “for future record ___ just used the word poggers” “look at all these fuckin blondes” “its only been like a week and a half at most” “hes doing it out of affection” “ISNT THIS THE FUNNIEST SHIT YOUVE EVER SEEN” “you are terrible and also the worst” “i was going to send it at midnight but i got distracted trying to figure out the most barebones way to say happy birthday without sounding weird” “do you think i get punished more or less if i do sins” “i dont think the sins count as extra points if you commit them on the way to hell” “run over pedestrians” “i am slowly descending into insanity today, as a hobby” “you are a shit boy. a little shit boy go eat boxes“ “it's ok. we can figure it out later” “i didnt notice at first but it is in fact All The Fuck Over” “ITS BEEN OVER 12 HOURS” “hey guys just turns out we might have a ✨ gas leak ✨” “im sure if we put our braincells together we can figure SOMETHING out” “curious georg” “thank god. i could and would have argued this for several hours” “i think the worst thing ive heard today is someone calling the movie enchanted a reverse isekai” “i should not and will not stop” “i was RIGHT AHHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA” “that wasnt a question you read it wrong” “i have no idea who this is but that wont stop me” “THIS MAN REALLY SAID HEAD EMPTY WHAT IS MONEY” “sometimes i say things and its best to just pretend you know what i mean” “WOT THIS” “I DONT WANT PEE ON MY BED“ “tired of all these stupid fuckin plants” “could you even really consider jelly filled donuts donuts?” “actually everything is real” “if you eat cereal for dinner, you're not having fucking breakfast” “i think my in real life superpower is that i have freakishly fast metabolism” “i dont care if you are evil you are MY TYPE” “you dirty criminal” “is a dessert item a dessert if it isn't eaten after dinner? discuss” “ok im done for the Right Now” “found a concerning orb. in the sky.” “HOW DID YOU KILL THEM” “why do i do this to myself why do i keep doing this” “the only simp here is me” “I No Longer Wish To Know!“ “DID THEY JUST END AN ENTIRE SPECIES” “WE ARE DETERMINED” “this is also really funny by virtue of the fact that these people are all fucking british” “they throw rocks at me and say we want the himbo” “THE CONTEXT IS IMPORTANT HERE” “its something that i SPECIFICALLY am passionate about” “hanburnger?” “thats just what living with siblings is like” “howd she get there? fuckin beats me dude idk” “i remember everything i am like a shark with an abnormally good memory” “i am sorry that you are predictable” “Hey Guys, Just Checkiing In To Make Sure You Got My Joke, Just Making Sure, I Just Wanted To Check In And See If You Got The Joke, Because I Was Afraid You Wouldnt Get It, So Im Just Checking In,” “i marked your worm” “what are you gonna do. unsend whatever you send me? i am Shaking in my fuzzy socks rn” “you Know i hate the idea of being wrong” “You Did Not Need To Stroke His Ego” “i am too stupid to live and if i was not vaccinated my genes would have no chance of being passed on because i would be dead” “~the oldest anarchy server in minecraft history~” “am i shaking because of adrenaline or rage.... who can tell” “I HAVE SO MUCH ADRENALINE IN ME BUT ITS 1 AM IN THE MORNING” “jokes on u i fucking HATE ___ i think hes the worst” “JUST IMPULSE MADE BROWNIES AT 9 PM HEYOOOO” “cry about it more bitch boy maybe piss your pants while ur at it” “im getting so casually toxic back to toxic gamer boys” “itll be fiiiiiine” “we are all stupid mice who take turns being the piper” “queen of bargains is me i am the queen of bargaining and scoring deals” “its not TECHNICALLY a direct threat but also yes it is” “i see a demon i go possess me then bitch boy u wont” “AAAA THE FUCKIN VIIIIBES” “IM NOT GOING TO STOP BEING MAD ABOUT IT”

[alexandrablake]

never sick of you

Prompt: 26. “You’re really warm” from this prompt list! Pairing: Jemily Word count: 712 (short.) Warnings: the teensiest mention to alcohol and then mentions of drugs (medicinal ones) A/n: this was supposed to be day 19, if that says anything about how unhappy with this series i am rn. on the bright side, this does have the best line i’ve ever written.

       Emily Prentiss definitely was not sick. No, the herd of elephants stampeding on her sinuses wasn’t anything to worry about- that was normal. And the inability to concentrate on a single thing for more than three minutes and not want to cry, well, that’s just your regular Tuesday.

“Here,” JJ said, holding a closed fist and a glass of water in front of Emily’s face. “More fever pills.”

Emily held her hand out for the pills begrudgingly. “I’m fine, JJ. Really. It’s just a headache.”

“Shut up and take the pills. You have a temperature of 101. Got an excuse for that?” she tilted her head to the side, a teasing sparkle in her eyes.

“Too hot in the house?” Emily offered, but even she sounded entirely unconvinced. “If I just sleep, I’ll be fine. It feels like I haven’t slept in a week.”

JJ leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you pull an all-nighter against direct orders.”

The pills had a burning sensation chasing them, almost as if she had taken a shot of whiskey. She knew JJ was telling the truth, but something in her fever-tainted mind clouded her concrete ‘don’t argue with JJ, you will lose’ motto.

“Direct orders from who? I’m the Unit Chief, and it wasn’t like Barnes ascended from her throne in Hell to tell me to go to sleep.”

JJ let out a light snort at the ramble and covered her smile with her hand. She pushed on Emily’s shoulder slightly with her other one, urging her to lie down on the bed they sat on. Emily seemed hell-bent on sitting up.

“You’re complaining about how tired you are, lie down.”

“Well, I wasn’t really complaining-”

Her back hit the mattress softly, JJ catching her off-guard. 

“Go to sleep.”

Once laying down, Emily very quickly found the appeal in the sleep that JJ was ordering her to get. The bed was very warm and comfortable, and the cold comforter and sheets soothed her burning skin.

JJ slid over on the bed, towards Emily’s head, and placed a tender hand on the other woman’s forehead. She frowned and recoiled her hand. 

“Don’t give me those eyes. I’m not sick- I don’t need pity,” Emily quipped in response to the worried look JJ sporting. 

“You���re still really warm.”

Emily rolled her eyes, which was a little difficult given how much effort it was taking to keep them open. A cheshire grinned spread across her face. “Are you calling me hot?”

She placed her hand over her mouth in a show of shock, as if JJ’s biggest scandal had just been headlined in People’s magazine. Barely containing her grin, JJ moved the glass of water so it was in the middle of the nightstand and placed more pills next to it. 

“No,” she said, her ponytail whipping around her face as she turned to look at Emily, “I’m calling you feverish.”

Emily frowned with the same expression of a toddler who didn’t understand why they couldn’t have dessert before dinner. “That’s… like the same thing.” 

JJ’s laugh was like wind chimes blowing in the wind. “Not even close, babe,” she smiled, leaning over and planting a short kiss on Emily’s forehead.

Emily was fighting a losing battle to the sandman. Curling so she was on her side and facing JJ, a loopy look crossed her face as she looked at the world with heavy-lidded eyes.

“What?” JJ laughed lightly at the look on the raven-haired woman’s face.

“I don’t know!” Emily exclaimed, giggling. 

The blonde rolled her eyes, closing Emily’s eyelids with her fingertips as she stood up. “God, I hope those pills start working soon, else I fear the damage may be irreversible.”

Emily giggled again, but it was much more muted as her breaths began to slow. The door creaked ever so softly as JJ swung the door closed, shooting one last adoring glance at the very rapidly drifting off figure on the bed.

When she eventually woke up after what could only be described as a fever dream filled sleep, Emily was greeted with videos of a delirious version of herself, saying things that could not get out. Because, even though JJ loved her, blackmail was always useful.

[catfish-and-the]

Since everyone is missing me I got my time to make a short comeback. Here I am your loved silly question anon ❤️ This week we're gonna be sharing the same thing us all as I don't have much time and to be honest I'm very tired of this week *crying in Spanish*.

What is the thing that you like the most that you think you could share with each of the guys? It can be music bands and artists in general (try not to be generic by saying a band they've already talked about), film, series, hobbies in general, anything you want, feel free to ramble on.

HEELO HELLO !! i hope u get some time to rest !! <3

good question this will take some thought on my part but I'm going to have to go with:

van: I'm probably going to have to go with an instant pot. I'm concerned that that man finds cooking a nuisance so I would show him my instant pot and some recipes and how that makes things easier and faster and just more efficient. Also I would introduce him to my fav dessert recipes just in case 😤😤😤 bondy: bondy seems like the chillest of the band so I'm probably going to have to share with him some of the new indie music I've been listening to and have a discussion (or he can help me with writing music I am very stuck rn 👀) benji: I feel like benji is an introvert so I would have to show him a book of my liking that I've read recently... id choose between the selected poems of adonis (Ali Ahmad Said Esber) or any of Haruki Murakami’s novels bob: I get an art vibe from bob so I would for sure show him around a museum here or the immersive van gogh that's touring rn!

[oikawasbread]

Hi~ can I request for #28 with akaashi? can you make it a bit angsty but ends up extra fluffy???? Thank you 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 your prompts were so good i hard a hard time choosing 😂

AKAASHI KEIJI x READER – BEING DUMB.. SOMETIMES

      “I am honestly tired of this.. Keiji. When will we get over it?”

       You’ve reached your limit; his behaviour was too much.       “Y/n.. come on.. you know I don’t want to make you sad.” he takes one step forward and leans in to kiss you, his hands making their way around your waist. But this whole scene was in slow motion for you, so you reacted to his kiss by turning your head to the left. It took him a few seconds to realise that he was making out with your cheek. Akaashi’s eyes were now widening in shock and his face was red from embarrassment.

      “Baby.. why won’t you let me kiss you?” Keiji looked like a sad puppy, your heart was breaking seeing him like that; but you had to teach him a lesson.      “No kisses until.. I feel like it. Hopefully this will teach you a lesson, Keiji.”       You just stepped on his heart; your kisses were the thing he loved the most.. the soft and fluffy ones, and even the rough ones. He loved the way your tongue was tangling with his in harmony.

      Hours have passed… and eventually days have passed. You were still sweet to him, you were making him dinner, breakfast, acting like the lovely perfect girlfriend, and that was the thing that made his punishment even harder. Whenever you reached for the tv remote behind him, his lips were prepared.. but for nothing. It made you internally die of laughter but sometimes it felt wrong. You also missed his lips, his touch.   -        “Listen, Bokuto-san. You have to help me, but with a smarter idea.”       “Akaaashi, trust the process. This will blow Y/n’s mind!! Sometimes the key to happiness is being dumb. ”        “Uh.. I guess?” he was doubting his best friend’s suggestion but Akaashi had no other option in that moment, so he went for it.        “Yes, bro. Don’t overthink it; she will like this.” -        You were so happy; finally your favourite Tv show was getting another season, so you were prepared with snacks and drinks, only for yourself, laying on the couch and waiting for it to begin; that was until your boyfriend got home.

      You were slowly dying at the sight of him running around the house, trying to desperately find something.       “Keiji.. are you okay baby?”       “Yeah, give me a second, I have to show you something.”       You were curious now; did he have a gift for you? or maybe bought you your favourite dessert?       Akaashi enters the room carrying his laptop. He turned off the Tv so that your attention was fully on him and he was now sitting on the table, with the laptop in his arms, facing you.      “Keiji.. come on. I was so excited to see the new seas-“     “Shut up, baby. Pay attention to this. I’ve worked my ass off so hard for this so you’ll be paying attention like a good girl.” he was dead serious.     “Wha…-“      “Let’s begin.” Akaashi was so confident; it was almost hilarious, but you were still confused.     The man was opening a whole ass PowerPoint Presentation.

    “  Kissing  : reason number 1.        It boosts your ‘happy hormones’ Kissing triggers your brain to release a cocktail of chemicals that leave you feeling oh so good by igniting the pleasure centers of the brain.                                                  2. It also relieves stress Speaking of cortisol, kissing also lowers cortisol levels and stress. Kissing and other affectionate communication, like hugging and saying “I love you,” impacts the physiological processes related to stress management.                                                 3. And reduces anxiety Stress management includes how well you handle stress and anxiety. There’s nothing quite like a kiss and some affection to help calm you. Oxytocin decreases anxiety and increases relaxation and wellness.                             4. This can also help relieve cramps The effect of dilated blood vessels and increased blood flow can help relieve cramps — a boost in feel-good chemicals and relief from period cramps? Getting your smooch on when you’re in the throes of a bad period might just be worth it.                                       5. It can boost your immune system Swapping spit can boost your immunity by exposing you to new germs that strengthen your immune system. One 2014 study found that couples that kiss frequently share the same microbiota in their saliva and on their tongues.     6. The more you kiss, the more you tighten and tone your facial muscles The act of kissing can involve anywhere from 2 to 34 facial muscles. Kissing often and using these muscles on the regular acts like a workout for your face — and neck if you’re really into it! This may help firm up your facial muscles. Working out your facial muscles can also increase collagen production, which contributes to firmer, younger-looking skin. “             You were trying your hardest not to laugh. Your boyfriend looked so professional in his sweatpants, old T-shirt, talking about the benefits of kissing someone. Akaashi was totally invested in that presentation and you couldn’t help but blush at seeing him looking so cute.

            “And last but not least, reason to kiss someone number 7 :  To be completely honest, I find you irresistible.”

           Done. His mission was a succes, so he had you jumping into his arms and finally giving him a taste of your lips; which he was craving so much. You were smiling through the kiss:

          “Was this Bokuto’s idea? Because I can’t imagine you thinking of a PowerPoint presentation.”

          “Yeah.. did it work?”

          “Well. we’re kissing right now.” you were a happy mess and even Akaashi was red at this point. He missed your lips so much, and you missed his too. Even if the two of you lived together, this punishment was stupid, how could you do that to him and to you? But everything was alright now.

          “Yeah.. I guess being dumb really is the key of being happy.. sometimes.”

[a/n] : don’t remind me, I know this doesn’t really have any angst.. but I am sad asf rn so I can’t handle it :’( hope this worked though!! <33 

[wxnnabe]

may I please request hcs or a little fun scenario with Narancia, Fugo, Mista and maybe an unfortunate drunk Abbacchio who is at the wrong place at the wrong time and their female stand user partner they all have a crush on at some degree playing spin the bottle/ truth or dare/never have I e. on a loose night?Most of them teenager after all, maybe Fugo never played it, Mista and the crush thought it's dumb but why the hell not and Abba is tired, crushing, kinda drunk and getting dragged into it.

I aged everyone up for this which is loosely implied-Narancia’s in school and l/i is the newest member. Thank god its not no simp september rn bc NONE of these boys would be passing smh

More under the cut! 

“Spin the bottle? Isn’t that game for t-twelvies?” Fugo slurred at Narancia’s suggestion as you sat next to the two boys. They had been celebrating after a successful mission, which was why you didn’t shy from a fifth scotch, but if Mista and Narancia planned on trying anything tonight…

“You haven’t played it before, have you?” Narancia teased him with a mischievous smile. He looked to you as if deliberating whether he should hold back his snarky remark or not. Narancia laughed, giving him a playful jab in the side and he took a breath before replying.

“And I doubt you’ve had a better experience,” Narancia’s grin soured, and he was about to retort when you stepped in.

“Then why not make this a good one? C’mon, it can’t hurt! What’s the harm in having some fun?” Narancia piqued up at your suggestion, and Fugo relented with a frustrated sigh. Mista shrugged, and sat down next to you, placing the glass bottle on the middle of the table.

“Then it’s decided! Kisses can be wherever the spinner wishes, but you can’t get out of it! As soon as the game’s begun, anyone on this table is playing.” He gave a pointed look at Abbacchio, who glowered back, pulling his chair slowly and muttering about how stupid it was to be playing such a childish game. You stood up as well, stumbling as you did so.

“Abbacchio, please stay? it’s a s-stupid game, that’s true….but we’re so drunk we’ll forget all about it tomorr-hic! ah, tomorrow,” Narancia chimed in.

“Won’t be a game without five!” Mista, suddenly realizing what Abbacchio leaving might mean, banged his fist on the table, getting everyone’s attention.

“We can’t play as a four! C’mon an sit back down, ‘Bbacchio. We gotta…gotta make this interesting, riight? We’ll be in biig trouble tomorrow if you leave…” Fugo gave Abbacchio a pleading look as Mista continued to ramble with a butter knife in hand. 

“You heard the man, hic-! Abba…cchio,” Abbacchio, seemingly overridden by the majority, let out a dramatic sigh and sat back down and rubbed his temples.

“Goddamnit…I’m only playing for a couple of rounds, got it?” Narancia let out a cheer and Mista a sigh of relief, relaxing in his chair and beckoning you to do the same. You felt giddy and nervous at the same time; you can’t say your thoughts around the boys were wholly professional, lest platonic as they should be.

In your defense, the boys in your team were attractive, there was no doubting that. But they each had a part of them that drew you to them.

Fugo might have a short fuse and a dangerous temper, but it certainly wasn’t all that he was. He was smart, and had a kind streak-he truly cared and respected his teammates, and he had demonstrated it to you time and time again. You always looked forward to the rare occasions he would smile at you from his book, sitting it down to have a conversation with you. Most of the time it was about the book he was reading, or a news happening of some controversy; occasionally he would ask how you were and whether you needed any assistance with any part of the gangster life. If he looked like he needed a break from Mista and Narancia you would step in, much to his relief. He looked like he could use it at times.

Narancia was hard to keep up with, you’ll admit; it took time for him to really trust you and to see you as a friend and less like an associate of his friends’, but soon enough you found yourself being pulled into whatever crazy shenanigans he had planned for after and on his breaks from school. It was fun, really-he just tired you out sometimes. You’d find him relaxing with you, complaining at first at how boring it was to be sitting around napping when you could be out “ living your 20’s to their fullest”-then five minutes later, you’d come back with some cold drinks to find him passed out on the sofa.

Mista was goofy, but he had a confident easy-going charm that was endearing enough to withstand his suspicions on luck. He would flirt with you when you were first introduced into the group, and even though you’d tease him lightly you really were grateful for him sometimes, even if just to ease the tension of your new life. Once you were in combat though, he seemed cool as the steel of his gun; he was untouchable in his element. It freaked you out at first, but you began to find trust in that cool composure of his, and relied on it to calm yourself down and focus when things got out of hand.

And Abbacchio, though a fair bit older than the lot of you, also drew you in. You hardly expected that stubborn man would ever soften his barking tone and cold eyes to you- you realized very quickly after being introduced into the group he had no intentions of making you feel welcome. You were patient with him, though. After hearing his story one night after ten too many drinks, (Abbacchio was still his grumpy self when drunk, maybe more so, but he was also quite chatty about his woes) you were determined to make him see otherwise. You knew he had a heart, somewhere-you could see the subtle way he still cared for his team, even if he did bluff by simply taking the fourth slice of cake at dessert to avoid Mista’s whining. 

Actually, this night you were all a little inebriated- the goth man included. It would certainly make for an interesting night.

“Alright then! Shall I start?” Narancia, ever the eager one, shot you a cheeky grin as he lounged in his seat. Abbacchio cursed and took a long swig of his wine, and Fugo…was he blushing? You’d better save yourself from being stabbed by that butter knife he had twirling in his hands and keep that to yourself. Narancia reached out and spun the bottle, and as it spun your stomach suddenly filled with nervous and excited energy. What if it did land on you? Would any of you actually remember what happened tonight? If nobody else did…did you really want to remember it? The bottle stopped, and everyone’s gaze shot up to Abbacchio who was sitting the closest to the end of the bottle. Narancia groaned, and set you, Fugo and Mista into a fit of laughter. Abbacchio looked ready to murder someone, but Narancia nonetheless got out of his chair, faltering as he made his way to where Abbacchio sat.

“I can kiss you wherever I want, right?” Abbacchio glared daggers at the boy as Fugo snorted back even more laughter.

“Try anything stupid and I swear to god…” Narancia rolls his eyes and kisses Abbacchio, just on the crown of his head, a little more rough than intended. As he staggers back to his seat, and Abbacchio grumbles about how crumpled his hair is, your eyes turn to Fugo.

“Your shot, Fugo!” You giggled as he tsked spun the bottle with measurable force. You could have sworn you saw his eyes light up, for almost a second, until Mista pulled his chair out.

“Alright! C'mere and gimme a kiss, you!” Fugo shrugs and reaches over the table, giving Mista a kiss on his cheek. Mista gives him a dopey little smile, and suddenly it’s Abbacchio’s turn to spin. He looks grumpy (probably dreading the idea of having to kiss one of his team members), but gives it a lazy spin. 

Your heart skips a beat, then, when it lands on you. It was bound to happen eventually, but Abbacchio? The others seemed to have similar reactions of shock.

“Seriously?! What kind of luck am I getting today?” 

“Damnit! I-I mean, why do I gotta be the one to kiss Abbacchio?”

You interrupt them, clearing your throat.

“Hey, c’mon Abba-hic! C’mon over here,” Abbacchio gave you a smoldering look you couldn’t describe in this state-like he would march other to your seat and either throttle you or kiss you. Thankfully, he did the latter, holding your chin with one hand and giving you a hasty, rough kiss-right on your lips. 

Your drunk mind was whirring, and you immediately tasted the wine on his lips, and something savory-perhaps the last meal he ate? Despite your shock, you didn’t hesitate in kissing him back before he ended the kiss, which ended almost as quickly as it started. A still silence fell on the table as Abbacchio made his way back to his seat, leaving you blinking and a little out of breath. Just how eager were you to kiss him back? That shouldn’t be normal, if the one sober-ish part of your brain had anything to say about it. You could still feel his lips on your own; was it time you gave those feelings of yours a raincheck? He flashed you a smug smirk as he tapped Mista on the shoulder.

“Your turn,” Mista was frowning at you-or was it your expression? He seemed off, all of a sudden-almost like when he encountered a multiple of four in the corner of his eye. It concerned you, and if you weren’t so drunk off your face, you’d ask him if everything was alright. You brushed it off for now.

His spin ended on Narancia, and with a groan from Narancia and a chuckle from Mista, he walked over to the boy.

“Where do ya wanna get a kiss, hmm? cheeks, nose, I can even do lips if you’re that eager!” Narancia pouted at Mista’s pointed retort and thought for a moment, and pointed to his nose. Mista nodded, almost solemnly, and gave him a lingering kiss.Narancia pulled back, wiping his nose quickly.

“Shit, you got your spit all over me!” Mista looked slightly upset by this, and he staggered back to his seat next to you and whined how he doubted Narancia was any better. Like that, his turn was through and it was your shot. You took another sip of your drink and reached over to the bottle, giving it a good spin. You were suddenly excited; you didn’t care who you landed on, but you wanted to be bold. Hell, if Abbacchio had the nerve to kiss you (and a part of you willed the bottle to land on him again) on the lips, what was stopping you? If they seemed disinterested, you could give them a quick kiss and be done with it.

As the bottle slowed, it stopped, dead on Fugo. You gave him an easy smile, but the butterflies that had burst into your stomach told you that you were anything but easy about this. As you stood up, you felt a rush of dizziness hit you. God, you really were drunk, weren’t you? As you stumbled your way over to Fugo, you noted Narancia with his arms crossed. He was glaring very intently at the bottle in the middle of the table-but you don’t recall it doing him any wrong. (He did have to kiss Abbacchio and watch Abbachio kiss you, you remind your inebriated self when you’re tucked in for bed that night)

Fugo gives you a sort of longing look as you come closer, like he’s hoping you’ll kiss him properly. He didn’t ark up when Abbacchio kissed you, though you could see he was pretty annoyed. God, are they all after you? As much as the thought excited you-tomorrow’s gonna be an icky day.

Regardless of what was to happen when the sun came up, you tilted Fugo’s head slightly so that he was looking up at you and dipped down. You stop yourself just in time before you actually fall on him, and gently press your lips to his. You could tell he was surprised, but he returned the sweet kiss. He seemed like he was holding back, though-the way he followed and matched your pace, just with a little more vigor than you expected. As much as you wanted to deepen the kiss, you were suddenly more aware of the other men on the table-and their possible mixed feelings toward you. You ended the kiss as you stood back up, and gave the stunned boy a soft smile, leaning on the table before making your way back to your seat. 

The rest of the game seemed to drag out, but you managed to kiss Narancia-and, conveniently, earn a kiss from Mista. When you turned to Narancia, he gave you a cocky grin.

“Make it a good one, yeah? That way I can forget all the other kisses I’ve gotten tonight!” The comment was pointed, and you were surprised Fugo hadn’t lost his temper at this point. Talking about a silent Fugo…you could faintly recognize the soft snores next to Narancia, and as you glanced in your peripheral you saw his slumped form on the table sleeping soundly. He looked so serene…but you turned your attention to the boy next to you as he inched closer. He looked slightly nervous, now that the two of you were close enough to really see each other. Come to think of it, you’d never seen any of the boys faces this close before-Narancia, the boy who you were to kiss next, had a cute little beauty spot just next to his mouth you hadn’t seen until now. 

You took as a cue to lean in the rest of the way, closing your eyes as your lips touched his. His kiss was fast and passionate, and though you knocked teeth a couple of times you managed to match his pace sooner than expected, melting into the kiss. As you broke off to catch your breath, Mista banged on the table. 

“Oi, it’s a kiss, not a damn make out session!” Narancia seemed distracted by Mista, and stood up from his chair. 

“Hey, there’s no rules saying otherwise, is there?” Narancia looked to you for back up, and your eyes darted from the bottle to Narancia and to a less than happy Mista. Fugo was still asleep, it seemed, and Abbacchio had long ago left the table, disappearing after excusing himself for another glass of wine. An idea popped into your head (You were really going to regret these drunken lightbulb moments when you woke up tomorrow-or later today, whatever the time was) and you grabbed the bottle, preparing to spin.

“Fugo’s asleep, so I’ll juss spin for him! Once the bottle is spun, there’s -hic! no more arguing!” At this point, you were yelling (rather, slurring) loud enough to wake the poor boy, but as you spun the bottle once more the two boys surprisingly settled back into their seats. The bottle stopped halfway between Abbacchio’s spot and Mista, but before Narancia could rebuke it you turned to the only boy you had yet to kiss.

“Alllright, pucker up, Mistaa!” He shot you a smirk as he grabbed your cheeks and brought you closer to him. Up close, the faint smell of cologne wafted into your nose as you realized how much more inviting his close proximity was. Maybe it was simply that you were blind drunk, and all the other kisses you had received that night were far from innocent, but when he leaned in and kissed you, you couldn’t help sighing into the kiss. He was a bit sloppy-but nothing you could complain about, considering how comfortable you felt with his arm snaking out to cup your waist. You felt like you could melt in his embrace in that moment, but the sound of a cleared throat interrupted the kiss. Mista pulled away, seeming a little too satisfied with the flustered mess he had made of you. He frowned, and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Ahh, sorry…guess I forgot it was your shot ‘n not mine. Ya can still kiss me though, just to be fair ‘n all?” At this, Narancia banged his fists on the table, jolting a now annoyed Fugo to consciousness.

“No ff…fucking fair!” You however, had zoned out from the argument that had arisen on the table. You had enjoyed each and every boy’s company, a little too much. You felt like you were caught in between a reverse harem-four love interests? That seems a bit too much, and all for you… If their kisses were anything to go by, this night wasn’t just a revelation for you.

…Your hangover would be horrible, but you hoped Bruno had a solo mission for you to pursue tomorrow-maybe it would give you a break from whatever storm was coming your way.

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 19

IN THIS EPISODE OF MURPHY IS SCREAMING, CONSTANTLY, TRAPPED IN THEIR PERFECT NIGHTMARE:

Glynda was saying: “I know we aren’t friends. I know we aren’t partners. I know you’re a criminal. But—I think I can trust you. I think I have to trust you, even if you’ve done awful things before.”

EVERYTHING GOES WRONG BUT LIKE SOMEHOW WORSE THAN EVER? LIKE A WHOLE NEW BRAND OF LOW. LIKE CINDER’S GOT A PICKAXE AND THE CENTRE OF THE PLANET CALLS FOR AID.

IT’S BEEN A WHILE HUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but dw offal hunt, like the rising of the sun, the arrival of winter, and the eventual downfall of capitalism, always returns. so lets go.

(i just quickly reread chapter 18 liveblog to remember what happened and Ah Yes I Remember Now. The Suppressed Memories)

The place was emptier without Glynda. Quieter.

/gunshot oh we’re in danger right out of the gate huh? we got some yearning right out here? right now? how quickly the turn do tables.

Cinder appraised her work, holding the beige coat up to the light and squinting.

man i forgot. i FORGET. how much i just love cinder in this fic. sometimes she kinda zones to the back of my mind where she sits waiting for me to start thinking about her again, but now i remember that this cinder is Peaque. look at her GO, minding her own BUSINESS. im proud of her. does she know i love her.

It didn’t take long to don her new, fire-proofed clothes.

in another world, in a more comical plot, she used asbestos. it didnt go well.

The subtle warmth of the Dust teased tension from Cinder’s stiff muscles, even as she marvelled at the strangeness of her own bedroom’s space. It seemed bigger now than it had the last two nights.

h

She chose not to dwell on it.

h

i choose to dwell on it! ME!!!! I CHOOSE TO DWELL ON IT. HEY CINDER WHAT THIS GAY SHIT. hello. ma’am. can we look deeper into this. i, for one, would like to, and i, for one, think its of value to think abt this. that said, small segue

Quietly, Cinder murmured, “I didn’t freak out.”

THE FACT SHE SAYS IT ALOUD LIKE EM AND MERC CAN HEEEEEEAR HEEEEEEEER i am. INFATUATED with this family. cant wait for the 100k spinoff thats basically an elongated beach episode where they go to like. alton towers. or butlins. six flags??? thats a thing in america right??? anyway. beach episode. call me. (wink wink nudge nudge push push shove shove)

 We had to stop back in because Merc left his favorite binder, and it was 2 in the morning, so it was easier to crash here for the night than mess with the ship’s autopilot.

them,,, THEM!!!! mercury is just a son and childe. thast it. he canot change this. i love these kids so much i am SHAKING THE MONITOR RN!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA

Stuck here in one of the homes they’d shared, Cinder missed them terribly. Missed the sound of their voices and the easy comfort of their presence. Finding the time to contact them had been difficult, between managing Glynda and Hati both, but Glynda was gone, and she’d sent Hati onwards to Atlas. She remembered her call with Emerald, before arriving in Umbraroot; she knew it had not soothed her or her fears.

im sorry was this chapter targeted at me, specifically, as a human being on planet earth? GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS FAMILY!!!!!!!!! THIS WONKY OLD BANDAGED UP FAMILY UNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! i thrive every time they are mentioned on the page. it is a blessing. my succulents grow stronger each time they show up.

“No,” Cinder argued softly, “I had to. Mercury, you deserve to hear it from me as well. I am sorry. And I am promising you: I’ll come back.”

For a long, heart-wrenching moment, he was completely quiet. It was good that Cinder was alone in the apartment; laying herself bare like this would be unbearable with an audience.

GODDDDDDDDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i am OBSESSED WITH THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GOING TO BE THINKING ABOUT THIS UNTIL I D I E. of all thing the remaster does better than og, this is just. SPEEDING AHEAD. this whole CONFLICT this whole MESS just makes everything so much RICHER its like when u splash some wine in yr fancy food or stick some cinnamon on yr favourite desserts u dont NEED TO but it adds that lil SOMETHING,,, that little KICK that just ties the flavour profile together and in this case ofgughugguhu it just GIVES SO MUCH. im making SNOW ANGELS in the WORDS on the PAGE.

“Mercury. If I could prove it to you, I would. But you have to—trust me. For just a while longer.”

“It’s getting harder,” he said. He didn’t sound like he was lying just to hurt her. That wasn’t spite. That was honest anger. And it made her feel like dirt.

im less picking these for specific instances of like, things i want to say, but more just because bits of this r rly just so /chef kiss. cinder has these.... endearingly (take that whichever way u like) human qualities in OG to rly make u realise she had ties to add to her #Doubt but the remaster is just AMPING it up and u FEEL IT and ive never been more SYMPATHETIC to a round-faced sinnamon bun of assholery and fire id DIE for cinder fall and this is a fact PUT IT ON MY GRAVESTONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Is there anything you need?” What was this? Cinder could barely focus on her words. It felt like... “Anything? At all?”

“We’re fine.”

“Mercury, wait please—” She was losing him. “I think—”

“Just hurry up.”

The line went dead.

this place is not a place of honor.................. no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here........................ nothing valued is here................ IM DYING

Cinder began to type out her response, and that was when the nausea really kicked in. 

[...] 

She recognized this now.

Glynda.

stress stress stress stress STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

There shouldn’t be anybody. Cinder had done everything in her power to cut Glynda from people who would interfere. To isolate her. Make it easier to bring her to Atlas, to the frozen north, to her mother and the machine…

Cinder’s esophagus quivered; furiously, she shut her eyes and thought of nothing.

god cinder don’t remind me that you’re an asshole and dipshit and also a moron im trying to be NICE and CARE ABT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP REMINDING ME YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The front door clicked open.

Cinder couldn’t have said how much time had passed, only that it had passed slowly. What she did know was that it was Glynda returning, the sensation of boils bursting wafting off her soul. It crawled over Cinder’s flesh. She curled in on herself.

There were mites under every nailbed. Salt in her weeping mouth.

offal hunt’s brilliant use of this horror aspect is something i have tried previously to emulate and here’s a fact, take it from me: that shit is HARD. offal hunt consistently able to whack those real nasty, really Disgusting vibes on the head EVERY TIME is a work of art. i mean, kc and diesel do not fuck around, and therefore i am NOT surprised, but it’s only when u try this shit yourself that you realise: this is hard! this is difficult! it’s a huge testament to how GOOD this fic is in every way. also this whole fucking body horror aspect is something i didnt know this fic needed, but it did, and here we are. 

Thickly: “Things were going okay. If you hadn’t gotten nasty, I might have smoothed things over. I could have fixed things with my son.”

with my son

with my son

with my son

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CANT TAKE IT EVERY TIME ITS TOO MUCH FOR TO BEAR I CANNOT HANDLE IT I CANNOT STAND IT ITS LIKE BEING SHOT JUST DIRECTLY IN MY DICK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

im like sweating rn

Glynda said, “I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

I SAID IM SWEATING

Glynda asked, “Are you lying to me?”

And Cinder said, “What?”

“About me. About Witches. About Ozpin—” Cinder’s guts went sour. “—About anything. I need to know if I can trust you.”

I SAID I! AM! S W E A T I N G

“I know you’ve lied to people. Hurt people.”

Adrenaline and the image of her kids’ faces behind her eyes made a potent, sick cocktail. “—Not. Now.”

so lets like double back to when i said hey was this chapter written to target me specifically and as it turns out, yes. yes it was. yes it was and as MUCH AS I AM LIVING FOR THIS MOMENT THIS SWEET BUILDUP THE EXPLOSION AND THE CRATER IT ALL LEAVES BEHIND

I

AM

so this next bit is like. i cant really quote one section but as i was saying in Vague DMs, this whole bit feels like wading through mud. usually if you say something consumes energy to Read it’s in a Bad Way when yr bored but this is more like. you Feel cinder all over everything feels so sluggish and it’s like dragging your own corpse around as you try and leave and you’re TIRED and your LEGS HURT and you’re kinda thinking god what if i just fell face down for just a moment of my LIFE.

The putrid weight of Glynda’s soul filled the room until there was no space left for her.

it’s like being trapped in a sauna, like getting stuck in a humid waiting room. where do you GO. what do you DO. god this whole section is fantastic and offal hunt NEVER fails to fucking nail the Vibes but reading it is HARD. i literally keep having to stop and breathe like ive been holding my breath. jesus h christ.

a small intermission for a mood:

“Get fucked.”

back to regularly scheduled hell

Out of the bedroom. Down the hall. The walls were sweating with heat. She tasted smoke. 

i love that i just said how i feel like im trapped in a sauna and it turns out: thats because me and cinder both, baybee!!!! hahahaha help

Glynda’s soul chewed her to the marrow. “Move, Glynda.” 

cinder being hunted at the start of this fic: teehee! im running away! now im gonna getcha! heehee! arent i clever :) cinder being hunted now: this uh. this blows, actually,

Cinder’s pulse roared in her ears. Her hands twitched. She smelled Ochre Brown’s round face melting off. His wide smile shattered with each of his teeth, going black and popping like corn.

this chapter is probably my favourite so far for this blending of so many elements. i cant even begin to like. THINK STRAIGHT about how all of this is tying together. the lore. the THEMATICS. like i said this character rly is just Rich with what og lacked and oh is it RICH. im gonna read this chapter in future and see so much that i know ive already missed. holy shit.

“Ms. Fall,” she said. “The White Fang requires your presence immediately.”

NOT NOW

Cinder stood there looking at it for a moment. Her thoughts were slow. Copper-tinged. Something small and indulgent whispered to her through the blood-fog.

It was obvious enough what would happen if she got into this car. The driver would take her to a secluded place, where she would be ambushed by a squadron of battle-hungry White Fang grunts.

They’d try to take her down. And she was a killer, wasn’t she? Ochre Brown wailed in her ears with every thump of her runaway heart. Her hands itched for action; her teeth, for blood.

She’d burn them black.

never mind! you are already dead,

She thought about Glynda. About her saying that if there was trouble with the Fang, she wanted to come. That she would fight for Cinder.

She thought of Glynda’s question: What aren’t you telling me about Ochre Brown?

Yeah, fuck that.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A MOMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! MORE MOMENTOUSLY: WHAT A CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is EASILY my favourite chapter so far. EASILY. everything about this was peak offal. the relationships. the dynamics. the dialogue. the vibes. the Grossness. the fighting. the EVERYTHING. this is some other level and its BITCHIN. PEAK. that said im now very tired. im going to have a cup of tea and Consider Things for a few hours. brb.

[kiracat13]

Tagged by @hqprotectionsquad [ bb mwah 😘 ]

What’s your current song on repeat? Hmmmmm right now it’s Morale of the story by Ashe [only cause I really love the song ]

What’s the first thing you like to do in the morning? Well rn I mostly just check my phone, what I’d like to do is to get up and do something productive or just eat :3

What’s your favorite subject to learn about? Anything music, art or math related 🥴

What’s your guilty pleasure? Doing things I’m not supposed to be doing lol or idk lol

Where would you like to travel next if you had the means to do so? I’d go all over the world tbh but the top of my list would be Japan

What’s one thing people always misunderstand about you initially? Well irl people always think I’m mean :( but I’m just shy and tired all the time :3

What accomplishment are you most proud of? I’m proud of being able to realize who I am like yk breaking out of my shell? Idk if that’s an accomplishment tho

How do you wish to be remembered? Maybe through good memories or like art/music/writing I guess, I don’t mind being forgotten :)

What fictional character do you most relate to? Hmmmm this is kinda difficult cuz I relate to bunch of fictional characters heh

Where do you find most comfort? I’m most comfy when I’m in my room, it’s my comfort zone 😌

WOOH alrighty! Here are my questions!

What do you treasure the most right now?

What are your top 5 hobbies?

Where do you want to be right at this moment?

What’s your favorite anime/show?

If your favorite character could come to life and marry you, where would you like to get married?

Who is this said character?

If you could turn into an animal, which animal would you be?

What’s your favorite of all time dessert?

What’s your ideal date [friend or couple]?

What would you do if you were given a chance to relive your current life?

You guys are free to answer! @iwaixiumi @akaashichigo @teamnicedynabitch @benewol @cosmic-goddess-leo @proplayer-kenma @caxsthetic @allywritesimagines @vventure and time whoever sees this :)

[soap-stains]

"'It's cross-examination'? That offends me. Excuse me, I am clearly a male. I may sound like a teenage female and look like Sonic but I am a male, your Honor."

Yeah hey so fun fact, we're back! No one missed this, but she asked me to write stuff down again!

We're on Trial Day 2 of Rise from the Ashes! I haven't been making notes for the past two/three hours of playtime because I didn't want to be constantly grabbing at my phone.

Okay, so fun facts! She despises Ema more than Maya, and my voice for Ema is basically Peridot :'). The voice for Meekins is also really annoying, woo. This is also the first case where we've both looked at characters(Angel Starr, Officer Marshall, & Chief Gant) and went "ew, I don't like them." I also have Detective Goodman’s ID number memorized? 5842189

(insert picture of Edgeworth going "what the hell is that thing" because of the dancing Blue Badger)

i'm so god damn tired of watching this stupid blue badger video jfc

"This judge is stupider than Mia Fey." "You mean Maya?" "... I still can't get their names right. I meant Maya."

"I think I finally got this figured out!" "Wow, Phoenix. What a shocker, you figured something out. Nice job."

*cue us singing the Rubber Duckie song for some reason?*

"I'm... Confused." "What's new?"

"Mommy, is that man in blue a murderer?" "Shh, don't look at him." (Wrong color, kid...)

"I have only one thing to say to the defense." "I hate you. You're an idiot, you need to get out of my life."

"What's he up to?" "He doesn't usually help me. He may be my husband, but I'm a big boy who can do things for myself..."

"This isn't going to go well..." "No it is not! Haha, sucks to suck, Phoenix!"

Gosh dangit, Edgeworth! You prick! He tricked us >_>

"Well, Edgeworth, you're sleeping on the couch tonight! Or, just don't come home tonight, Edgeworth!"

"Dang, Phoenix getting bossy. What a surprise, I didn't know he could do that."

Awe Lana she so pretty but she's kind of a prick when she refuses to tell us stuff. But she got us the SL-9 case files, so she's chill rn I guess

"I've seen happier people at funerals!"

"Gumshoe's the only one I can tolerate, here." "Nevermind, leave now."

"Wow, Jake Marshall is so annoying. God I hate him."

"...Officer. If that even is your real title!" "It is." "...Ah."

"...Get one thing straight. You're not!" "Edgeworth would know that." "I... I guess you're right."

"[Officer Marshall] was cosplaying his favorite detective."

"Seems you're the one who couldn't take the dessert heat. Dessert. Desert? Dessert? Desert heat." "Woooow, great job." "ShUT UP."

"You're not getting any butts tonight!" (why she said this, I have no clue) *as Edgeworth* "Larry's not coming over tonight? Good."

"If you have a response- ahHHHH!" *screams in anime as I almost spill my doctor pepper can.* "Ahem, anyway... If you have a response, make it one word or less."

So I think we just figured out what happens? Idk, could be wrong, but we just made a whole solid scenario for what could've actually happened. I mean, Goodman's body was discovered(said to have died, more like) just after Edgeworth left his car; who's to say he wasn't already there?

*as Gumshoe* "...lodged deep in the stab wound. In fact, there were 28 of them!"

"At least he doesn't have a Blue Badger staring him in the soul."

"Scientifically speaking, I could've died!"

*to Edgeworth* "You need to set yourself straight." "...He can't." "Me neither, God he's so pretty-"

Sassworth.

"Word are hard." We're having a hard time speaking, it's,,, not fun

Gay tension.

As soon as Gumshoe said he'd work with us, she went "yes! Come on! You're less annoying than Maya or Ema, and that's saying something, so that's fine with me!"

"I prefer Maya over Ema."

*as Ema* "Scientifically speaking, I'll always be your sister! Even though there was that one time where I almost got murdered!"

We just sang 'Congratulations' from Hamilton in Edgeworth's voice. I can't believe we did that. Wow. I'm disappointed in us.

Rise From the Ashes has been concluded! We took several screenshots of Lana and/or Ema because they're so god damn adorable together sjdbfkbricgd

We started Justice for All, and she already hates Maggey. Woohoo.

"Can we please get Edgeworth back? Please?" oop she doesn't know yet lmao-

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73 questions tag! tysm @goodlesson , can’t say i’ve ever had anything like this before but hey it’s not like I have anything better to do rn 😅 

answers under the cut! i tag @rene-royale @teenager-confused-tired @sawafilmtoday @onedoesnotsimplystormthebastille if you feel like it, but no pressure bc this is a LOT and took me a couple days to finish lol

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? um. could be worse, could be better?? so 5. 

describe yourself in a hashtag? no. twitter and all its shitty hashtags can go to hell.

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? weird question. nobody?? i wouldn’t want to??

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? not to be all dan smith on main but like...’come to this please’

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? uhhhh idk. i’m very open about most aspects of my personality i’d say

what’s your wake up ritual? stay in bed as long as possible and then YEET at maximum speed so i don’t waste the day

what’s your go to bed ritual? tell myself i should go to bed. pick up my phone instead. regret it in the morning.

what’s your favorite time of day? 2pm or 9-10pm 

your go to for having a good laugh? macdoesit or drawfee videos on youtube. truly the best.

dream country to visit? i wanna go back to england and france, also i’d love to visit literally anywhere i could

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? falling in love with my college roommate probably,, didn’t see THAT coming

heels or flats/sneakers? bitch i’m 5′10″ with size 12.5 feet. converse.

vintage or new? vintage looks cool. i am not cool. so new.

who do you want to write your obituary? idk man i don’t wanna think about that now???

style icon? if you knew me irl you’d know style is not a word in my vocabulary

what are three things you cannot live without? my cat, my friends/gf, and my cd collection 

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? i do not bake or cook, the real world is going to kill me immediately

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? i’d be too stressed to make food for people but i’d love to like. go OUT for dinner with...dodie, dallon weekes, and pj liguori. they’re all just cool people i follow and i wanna know what they’re LIKE. 

what’s your biggest fear in life? failure due to lack of confidence, motivation and direction in life :)))

window or aisle seat? i’d say window but i am long boi so aisle is usually nicer unless i trip someone by accident

what’s your current tv obsession? still supernatural, also brooklyn 99

favorite app? tumblr :D

secret talent? despite my crippling procrastination issues i’ve almost always been a straight-A student 🤷‍♀️

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? drove myself two hours to a concert in february, or maybe the time i did a really hard ropes course or went to the badlands?

how would you define yourself in three words? introverted, distracted, nerdy

favorite piece of clothing you own? maybe my waterparks sweatshirt bc i had a dream last night that i donated it and then went back to the store to buy it back lmao so subconsciously i must really like it

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? you gotta have that one pair of black jeans that goes with anything imo

a superpower you would want? flying. it’s the only recurring dream i’ve ever had and it’s my only answer ever

what’s inspiring you in life right now? all the people doing big or little things to help. the ones doing instagram lives or sending money or supplies to people in need or just giving me more faith in humanity

best piece of advice you’ve received? can’t remember any. why doesn’t anyone give me good advice

best advice you’d give your teenage self? do your laundry on time. don’t wear...whatever that was to school. just wash ur fuckin clothes. also don’t let it bother you that you’re single the whole time. you’ll get there.

a book everyone should read? they both die at the end by adam silvera. you WILL cry. but you will love it. 

what would you like to be remembered for? i have no idea. being a non-shitty person at least.

how do you define beauty? happiness.

what do you love most about your body? idk being tall is kinda nice

best way to take a rest/decompress? get a blanket. comfy clothes. my cat. put headphones on. put some music on or watch youtube.

favorite place to view art? on tumblr and instagram! i follow soo many wonderful artists it’s great

if your life was a song, what would the title be? Oh No (What Is She Doing Now?)

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano or guitar. i suck at both and if i could be good at ONE i’d be happy

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? been thinking about this tbh. somewhere on my arm definitely but idk where D:

dolphins or koalas? dolphins!!

what’s your spirit animal? a cat?

best gift you’ve ever received? for christmas my sister bought me a cute lil box meant for displaying concert tickets and it was the most thoughtful thing ever. also the AMAZING studio headphones i’m currently using that my mom got me like three years ago for christmas

best gift you’ve given? probably when i bought me and my best friend tickets to see the Sherlock S4 finale in a movie theater 

what’s your favorite board game? cards against humanity, one night ultimate werewolf/alien, settlers of catan

what’s your favorite color? porpleee 💜

least favorite color? hmm they’re all valid except for like. puke green.

diamond or pearls? neither lol

drugstore makeup or designer? neither 😜

blow-dry or air-dry? blow-dry but i never do bc it takes y e a r s

pilates or yoga? yoga!

coffee or tea? both but only hot tea or frozen coffee 

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? thanks to tumblr the word ‘defenestrate’ has entered my vocabulary and I do not regret it

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? either. chocolate is chocolate 🍫

stairs or elevators? tbh stairs, i’m just a lazy bitch

summer or winter? winter. cold > hot

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? i’d still get tired of it :( i need that variety!!

a dessert you don’t like? none. dessert is dessert and it is all valid if i can eat it

a skill you’re working on mastering? writing, working from home, playing the guitar

best thing to happen to you today? currently watching mike gross play old brobecks tunes :’) he also just saw my comment yay

worst thing to happen to you today? i had cheesecake for lunch. sounds good but it’s the only thing i’ve had today besides a piece of chocolate and my body is Not Happy

best compliment you’ve ever received? someone on fanfiction dot net once left me a comment saying they’d almost cried at my story and called me “a true writer” and it’s honestly one of the only thing that keeps me writing...i’m still mad they weren’t signed in so I’ll never be able to thank them for it.

favorite smell? lemon, cookies, fresh-cut grass

hugs or kisses? hugs!!

if you made a documentary, would it be about? somethin gay probably

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? honestly...probably “who the fuck is keith” fjadskljfd

lipstick or lipgloss? like peyton said chapstick is the only valid answer

sweet or savory? depends how i’m feelin, love both

girl crush? besides the obvious one (my girlfriend), honestly not many? there’s this one girl i follow on insta who’s big in the panic! fandom and jESUS SHE’S SO PRETTY. also the girl who plays kaia in supernatural is CUUUTE

how do you know you’re in love? has only happened to me once but for me...i already loved her platonically for months and then suddenly one day i was like oh. why am i getting the urge to kiss you rn. oh no.

a song you can listen to on repeat? anything by idkhow or bastille. never gets old.

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? not to copy peyton but i would love to know what goes on inside my cat’s head

what are you most excited for about this time in your life? next semester of college!! i got into a super-competitive dorm and i’m gonna have my own room and live with nine other people and gahh i’m just so excited to be chaotic with all my friends again and meet new people :’)

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tagged by @kabeswaters​ and @fortisfiliae​ love u both sm <3 <3

1. on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? it fluctuates but right now -1 

2. describe yourself in a hashtag? #anxious

3. if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? JAKE MOTHERFUCKING GYLLENHAAL 

4. if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? i dont know what that is hah

5. what’s one thing people don’t know about you? i guess some people don’t know i’m type one diabetic??

6. what’s your wake up ritual? uh phone, animal crossing, fruit loops, weed

7. what’s your go to bed ritual? I watch asmr videos cuz im usually high as fuck and they knock me out lol, or i watch tiktok or pillow talk with my bf nick.

8. what’s your favorite time of day? like 9 pm?

9. your go to for having a good laugh? my boyfriend always makes me laugh no matter how angry or upset i am so i’d talk to him uwu

10. dream country to visit? FRANCe specifically Paris oui oui with my french candian bullshit

11. what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? when they announced 5sos was touring with one direction and i had tickets, never screamed so loud in my LIFE

12. heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers duh

13. vintage or new? vintage babey

14. who do you want to write your obituary? ME from the great beyond, the only other person who knows me well enouhg is nick and i love him but he is very stupid.

15. style icon? uh harry styles, devon lee carlson, halsey, bella hadid, tyler the creator some normal people whos style i LOVE  from insta are rebeccaramsdale , kehllie , kikalateefff , yourgirlneens , lilxmg !

16. what are three things you cannot live without? phone, insulin, art, music

17. what’s one ingredient you put in everything? probs vanilla or hotsauce, the only two flavours.

18. what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? my dead brother DJ, kurt cobain andddd ryan dunn from jackass what a weird mix.

19. what’s your biggest fear in life? loosing my senses, loosing control, the fear that i am not actually real and ... oh spiders.

20. window or aisle seat? window 

21. what’s your current tv obsession? think its gonna be adventure time again

22. favorite app? instagram or discord so i can talk to my friends uwu

23. secret talent? i can speak french and giberish

24. most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? camping i guess?

25. how would you define yourself in three words? anxious, empathetic, creative

26. favorite piece of clothing you own? my vintage star wars shirt

27. a must have clothing item that everyone should have? blank tees, good quality blank tees!!! white black grey mhmhmh

28. a superpower you would want? i’d wanna be spidergirl

29. what’s inspiring you in life right now? nothing at all :(

30. best piece of advice you’ve received? my grade six teacher telling me that i was very empathetic as i was sitting at the back of the class crying because of the movie we were watching, she told me not everyone is empathetic like i am but its okay to be soft. but not to expect that from everyone else.

31. best advice you’d give your teenage self? teenage me was a mess but not messy enough that i’d change anything. i’d just say, things get better but im currently back in the state teenage me was in so...i’d be lying. maybe that wanting to kill yourself does not count as a personality trait - and start reading comics earlier cuz u really like them.

32. a book everyone should read? i read wack books, everyone on tumblr should read fangirl tho

33. what would you like to be remembered for? something i created

34. how do you define beauty? self expression and individuality 

35. what do you love most about your body? wait people love their bodies? not everyone was severly damaged by online diet culture and thigh gap era tumblr? weird ok

36. best way to take a rest/decompress? weed or bath or a movie

37. favorite place to view art? there is an art gallery in saskatchewan that i love, i was suposed to go there this summer before corona took over :(((

38. if your life was a song, what would the title be? either something short like “mellow” or fob style like “im so anxiuos all the time and nothing ever feels real and i dont know what im doing but somehow im doing pretty good while feeling prety bad and laughing through my tears lol.” or i’d steal “teen idle” by marina and the diamonds.

39. if you could master one instrument, what would it be? guitar or piano because im lame at both.

40. if you had a tattoo, where would it be? i want two moths above my knees rn

41 dolphins or koalas? neither

42. what’s an animal that represents you? im more of a pokemon, i think id be jigglypuff

43. best gift you’ve ever received? whenever nick buys me clothes from stussy or maybe infinity on high on vinyl.

44. best gift you’ve given? i bought nick the entire sin city comic series in one giant book.

45. what’s your favorite board game? monopoly

46. what’s your favorite color? yellow

47. least favorite color? that weird pinky purple

48. diamond or pearls? pearls

49. drugstore makeup or designer? colour pop and fenty

50. pilates or yoga? yoga

51. coffee or tea? tea

52. what’s the weirdest word in the english language? pumpernickle is my fav one.

53. dark chocolate or milk chocolate? MILK

54. stairs or elevators? stairs

55. summer or winter? summer, canadian winters are brutal.

56. you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? ur asking someone who has very specific comfort foods so i already do this - cheese bagel toasted with cream cheese and then toasted again to melt cheddar cheese on top. with a diet coke thats very important.

57. a dessert you don’t like? cheesecake 

58. a skill you’re working on mastering? im crazy so this is a lot but - writing , drawing and painting, polymer clay, sewing, resin art and pottery.

59. best thing to happen to you today? nothing

60. worst thing to happen to you today? the line at starbucks was too long and i had to get wendys instead, and a few other things i won’t mention.

61. best compliment you’ve ever received? whenever my mom says i remind her of my brother dj, when people say anything nice about my art or writing style. when people ask about my clothes. when my friend jess called me a “known softie” uwu

62. favorite smell? lavender

63. hugs or kisses? hugs

64. if you made a documentary, what would it be about? i’d talk about star wars for hours on end 

65. last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? of mice and men made me ball my fucking eyes out

66. lipstick or lipgloss? chapstickk

67. sweet or savory? sweet

68. girl crush? Zendaya

69. how do you know you’re in love? idk ive just always been in love with nick (since i was 15) before i even really knew what love was, i guess if the other person feels like home, you know ur doing something right.

70. a song you can listen to on repeat? nine in the afternoon by p!atd or a match into water by peirce the veil, over my head by fleetwood mac

71. if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? harry styles that mysterious fucker

72. what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? currently not looking forward to anything becase my life is super uncertain right now ha.. maybe the release of the chaos walking movie whenever that decides to happen.

tagging: i assume yall have been tagged in this already but just incase @beskarjedi @woakiees @bluemadcnna @carolinesbookworld  @theseuscmander and anyone else who wants to do this consider urself tagged.