#I'm sleepy hope this is coherent

[andnatiabrosca]

cactus, edelweiss, nutmeg for the ask game? c:

cactus: something you're currently learning about?

so I'm learning Russian via duolingo and my partner laughing at me and (i assume) saying something totally offensive trying to say the simplest words.

(i did not learn the "right" way to form a lot of sounds because of a variety of disability in early childhood and now I struggle to learn to make new sounds. best right now is :can't trill final 'r': and :makes clicking noises trying to transfer from the soft 'ch' to 'l' sounds:. ask me a uvular trill and I'm your man tho)

I'm also learning requirements for an alternative teaching license for my state, and (re)learning doing java gui - I want to build a program that will let me streamline my dattrpg mage bc shes a Bitch to keep track of when I'm also running monsters. or maybe I'll make it run my monsters. just get something off my plate

edelweiss: how'd you come up with your url/whats its association?

i mean, on this blog it's just my primary oc's name lol. "and natia brosca" - giving her a space in the world. I'm really attached to it but am considering trying something new (i would make sure to toss it on a save blog to make sure i can get it back if I dont like the change lol

on my main, it's a play on quaking aspen . not really got much thought. i consider taking it back to nebulouswinds pretty frequently actually. which also doesnt have much meaning but I like it a lot

nutmeg: how's hour home/room decorated? do you have a specific style going on?

uhhhhh blue and desaturated purples? i try to be fairly minimal and with a generally clean but cosy vibe because I get overloaded really quickly sensory wise. i make most of my own blankets and decor & most of it is blue, white, or black. blue is pretty much the only color I cam always stand. i do like to use a lighter palette in general because I like dark wood a lot & my desk/drawers can weigh a room down a lot. oh, and i like to have a lot of stuff on open shelving bc my brain will disappear anytbing it cant see

[maythearo]

" Welcome back to Night Raven College's 'Ghostly Gossip'! The school's unofficial main online source for the latest news, articles and trending topics circulating around campus! "

" Your eyes don't deceive you. He really is real. And an actual monster too, not just a 'weird looking dog', as those funny human legends say... "

Navigation:

R. Rosehearts - T. Clover - C. Diamond - A. Trappola - D. Spade - L. Kingscholar - R. Bucchi - J. Howl - A. Ashengrotto - J. Leech - F. Leech - K. Al Asim - J. Viper - V. Schoenheit - R. Hunt - E. Felmier - I. Shroud - O. Shroud - M. Draconia - L. Vanrouge - S. Zigvolt - Silver

Messy design notes:

I have mixed feelings over his design. On one hand, the outfit itself looks cool... and on the other hand it turned out to be nothing like what I had envisioned in the beggining 😭 I wanted to stick with muted colors, in the vibes of that pic next to howleen's I guess, but it's like Ruggie's design had a mind of its own, and would always lean to more punk-looking no matter how hard I tried to avoid it, which don't get me wrong- punk style does fit him well, the problem is that I had it reserved for another character already, and I wanted to repeat themes as little as possible between entries of this project.. that just may be my perfectionist side speaking though, and there is no reason why I shouldn't post this version here for the time being! If I don't get tired of working on this series by the time I finish all the main cast's designs, then I suppose I could try to make an alternative version of Ruggie with a slightly different theme! I'd do the same with Jamil's entry since he is yet another character I have mixed feelings about the design lol

Aaaanyway, the mood for chupacabra Ruggie is grunge/thrifted fashion with diy details he would add to make his looks feel unique to him I think? The spikes on his skin, although he can partially control (?) them, still get stuck on cloth every now and then. Nearly all items of his closet are a bit torn from it, but he doesn't mind all that much. I got no particular designs for the pins and badges he wears, maybe except for the brazilian flag and the trans pin which I rlly wanted to include somewhere on his clothes whsdbdshewbdi

The chupacabra's appearance vary from place to place, but for this, I based his looks on how I personally grew up hearing and imagining this creature to be like! Baisically a fucked up looking dog, sometimes with spikes and scales on its body? Yeah 👍

And he remains the same personality-wise in the AU, pretty much! At the moment I can't think of many fun facts or character quirks for him, aside from how impossible it is to take a selfie with him, much to Cater's dismay. He swears he doesn't do it on purpose! The moment the camera clicks his body moves on its own to be out of frame. Ruggie's entire instagram (or whatever the monster high equivalent of that may be) account are either pictures of a moving blur or a vaguely distinguishable sillouette of him, taken from far away and zoomed in 10x

I think that's all I remembered to say? Here's a Ruggie core meme I found on reels as extra content lol

[voxofthevoid]

For the ask game, some side pairings! Yuuta/Maki and Hakari/Kirara? Or Hakari/Yuuji

Ooh, these are ones I've never really considered:

Yuuta/Maki

Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it?

I'm way more into Maki/Nobara and Maki/Mai. Plus, I liked those ships from Season 1, and by the time I watched Vol. 0, I wasn't in a mood for another romantic option for Maki. I also vastly prefer MM and FF ships over het ones, which plays a part.

What would have made you like it?

Nothing, I think. I can't think of anything compelling about it.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

They look hot together!

Hakari/Kirara

Ship It

What made you ship it?

Canon sells it pretty well! It's not a ship I actively care about, but when I think of either of them in terms of romance, it's in relation to the other.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

They're cute and pretty hilarious. The scene that pops to mind whenever I think of them is that one where Kirara is cuddled up to Kinji, chiding him for talking about his exes, plus the one where Kirara talks about Kinji's fever during his fight with Yuuji. Nothing special, but I like the lowkey crazy that's just there.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Nah, don't think so.

Hakari/Yuuji is in the ambiguous "don't ship per se but would read/write if the stars align" category for me. Closer to shipping than not shipping, but no strong opinions, so I'll skip that.

Ask can be found game here.

[wistfulwatcher]

so then… as a person who is new to tumblr and doesn’t understand the queue, can you please explain it :D

for sure!! i assume that you sent this in regards to this post, so i won't rehash it. but in addition to those benefits, i personally love that the queue function allows you to mix up the type of content, so rather than going on a reblogging spree in a tag, you can fill your queue and shuffle it, and then you get a good variety in there. which might not matter so much for my followers, but i personally love to see the stuff i'm reblogging, and i like to get little bursts of various fandoms throughout the day ❤️

now, as to how it works mechanically, i've put a little walkthrough below the cut (with screenshots):

first, just to summarize, queuing posts is the same thing as reblogging, it just delays when they appear on your blog. so, if you reblog something it goes to your blog immediately. if you queue it, it goes into your queue, where it is held in a line (or, a queue) to be posted to your blog at a later time. you are able to set your queue to move things from the queue to your blog in various intervals, which i'll discuss in detail later on.

to use your queue, you will need to fill it as your first step. ("fill" it here just means put one or more things into it - you don't need to have more than one post in there for it to function, but "filling" it is the term most commonly used.)

to add to your queue, find a post you want to reblog, and begin to reblog it as normal. when the reblog page pops up, you'll see the "reblog" button in the bottom righthand corner:

if you click the arrow to the right of the word, you get these options:

if you click the "Add to queue" option it will change your blue button to say that

and when you click it, it will go into your queue instead of post immediately onto your blog.

now that you have a post in your queue, you'll want to go into your queue to set your parameters for how often you want your queue to dole out posts. go to your blog, and on the right hand side where it lists your stats, click the queue link:

this will take you to your queue page, where you can see all of the posts currently in your queue (you can see how many you have in there next to the queue button, for example i have 111 right now). at the very top of the queue page, you will find where you can change your queue settings (options circled in red):

the first option is how many posts you want your queue to put out each day. i currently have mine set at 18, but you can choose any number between 1 and 50 (it's just personal preference/how full your queue is). you can also set the times of day (automatically based on your account's time zone) your queue will run. the shorter amount of time, the more quickly your posts will release, and the larger amount of time the more spread out they will be. when you change any of these numbers, you will see the projected timestamp on your queued posts change. for example, with my current settings, my next post will release at 5am tomorrow:

but if i change that to a start time of 5am, this post won't release until 5:56:

there are also two buttons at the bottom of that setting block: shuffle and pause. if you press the shuffle button it will, well, shuffle your posts. it will randomly reorder when things will be released, and you can see the new order by scrolling down. for example, when i shuffle, my new next post is shown:

and, when you click the pause button, your queue will stop putting out any posts until you tell it to resume.

also, i know i've been referring to reblogs, but to confirm, your queue will also work with original posts. when you start a new post it will be very similar - you'll have the "post now" option instead of reblog, and you'll select "Add to queue" etc., and add the original post to your queue as well.

since you're new to tumblr/the queue, i'll also highlight the "schedule" option that you can also see when you open your reblog options. the schedule function works similarly to the queue (a scheduled post will show up in your queue, even) but instead of being doled out randomly/according to your overall settings, you can choose exactly what day and time you want it to post. when you click it, the date and time pop up right below the schedule option, and you can select the time you would like:

one last note: you might have noticed that some people use a "queue tag" of some sort (e.g., "queue," "cool as a queuecumber," etc.). this is not necessary and it won't automatically be added to anything you queue. (there are ways to do that if you'd like, but it's a bit more advanced so let me know if you want me to get into that and i can answer that separately.) the reason to do this is just to let people know that you aren't "actively" blogging or available.

i hope that answered your questions! if not please let me know and i'll be happy to clarify/explain anything further ❤️ happy queuing!

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

I love the whole of eye for an eye in ways I cannot describe!!!! FORGIVE ME!!

the entirety of the first paragraph and the coping mechanisms is so HEARTBREAKING but they’re stated so plainly it’s like reader is just. idk like they blend in with the mundanity of everyday life!!!

ALL OF THESE LINES STICK WITH ME I wish I could paste the whole fic into the ask box and send it to you honestly

the only muscles that work are the ones that crinkle in disgust

Funny, he can’t hurt you as much as your own body can.

You made the mistake of being kindhearted. It’s what led you here. UGH this one makes me sick im sorry it’s so raw

Fuck your nice shirt. I hate you. I hate the way you look in it. I hate seeing you behind me in the mirror of the bathroom with the top button undone.

Leon doesn’t meet your eyes on Monday. You’ve won.

He tries to ignore it, tries to ignore you entirely. He doesn’t lock eyes with you on Monday. He eats lunch in his car. Alone. Just like you.

I WISH I could explain everything to you but all of it is just too good you are legit my fave writer on here.. like I don’t know you’re so GREAT LIZ!!! you just get it omg.. I love u. 😡

stoppppp cherry!! i'm gonna cry :,( i'm glad it had its intended effect even tho it's sad fic. while most fics are just fics (the way i write reader is super different from the way i would act typically) eye for an eye got a little dash of me sprinkled in there. (the IUD thing was a personal experience lmao). but yeah, maybe i should write more things from experience/personal feelings ig? since it's good (i trust your opinions)

am i fr your fave tumblr writer? bc that's insane?? i'm not *that* good (don't tell anyone but ur my fave writer on here) but i do hate you for giving me the ddlg mental eelness (jk lmao)!!

anyway, i love you too <3

[screwpinecaprice]

         My Patreon and Ko-fi subscriptions are on hiatus! Just wanna announce about it, you know, in case you might wonder why the lack of stuff related to those.

         I am planning to get it back up on January, it could be later than that. But I'm also thinking about closing em altogether.          The monetary support was such a massive help and I can't really be thankful enough; and I do believe the sketch/doodle request had helped me improve on stuff. However I underestimated how actually unpredictable my speed on drawing is. Sometimes I have a pace. But when my drawing speed gets slow, it gets real slow. The owed drawings catch up on each other, and the general schedule becomes an ugly mess. 😅 Seems like I'm not cut out for this much responsibility for consistency that comes with a subscription-based page; and seems the practical thing to do is just get rid of it, and get back to owning moneh just  through commissions.           Bad ending but Hey at least aside from the financial help I personally experience what it's like to have a Patreon too.

[neonganymede]

please do scream a little about your mystic productivity disrupting doa au. i'm curious now.

Okay, so I was listening to the soundtrack to Anastasia, and there's one line during Journey to the Past where Anya's singing, "Hope, love family, there was once a time I must have had them too." Which, naturally, my brain immediately attributed to Sigma.

So yeah. Slight Anastasia au where Sigma's an orphan with no memories of his past who sets off on a quest to find out who he is and if he has a home waiting for him somewhere. Featuring Fyodor and Nikolai, two conmen who have their own reasons for wanting to help Sigma.

... I figured out basically a whole plot while I was making dinner. It's only a little distracting, which is totally why I woke up at 8am still thinking about it.

[demystifiedstardust]

Omg god im back again

Re: "Lexical gap"

Hmm, so do you mean like. Instead "if i lived in teyvat/the genshinverse, i would be aether" you feel "if aether lived in *this reality* he would be me?"

Bc i sometimes have a hard time with putting lumine in a box. I think i have an essay about her somewhere but like. Unfortunately, not everyone is a can of soup and trying to put a perfect, coherent, and condensed label on sth isnt always possible.

Yeah, that's a really good way of putting it. It goes both ways, but I overall swing much more towards "he is me over here" than "I am him over there". Which is, well, there's nothing wrong with either way, but thinking about it more, it makes me feel like the inverse of what the fiction//kin community has going on. My experience is more about the here and the now instead of memories or glimpses into the past. Less about longing for the past on another world and more about working on doing what I can to feel like myself here and in the present.

I've got some aspects of that longing (speaking of which WAVES AT YOU, HI LUMI, HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL), which might be why I can't force myself to disconnect from the community completely. But my focus has always been my present, so in terms of how I interact with my fictionality overall, my experience doesn't align with the community's very well. Which is, well, annoying. Since to my knowledge, there aren't a lot of competing niches for community-of-people-who-are-fictional-characters. I'm sour about it, but there's only so much I can do to contort star-shaped me into a square-shaped box.

And yeah, gdfhgfjk. I needed to hear that. The adhesive isn't sticking to this soup-can-of-me for very long, no matter how aggressively I reapply a label to it.

I hope you don't mind that I got introspectiony and kinda mopey over this ask fgdhsgsfg. If you can find that essay, I'd love to read it.

[accidental-hero]

I'm curious about your ocs' story/backstory! Can we get a plot summary (as badly explained or as detailed as you feel like doing)?

Sylene and Teagan are childhood best friends that are both from a small planet called Galadera. The people in charge suck and hate people with powers (literally not their fault as the old planet was only recently colonized within the last few hundred years by a few groups of different species and the planet itself mutated them and some of those mutations manifested itself as bio based powers. (Also some other people got "infected" via some bad lab safety protocols that resulted in powers but that's info for another time)))

Sylene grew up in a household with her mom, older brother and her shitty father. He was part of the government's intelligence agency and directly trained under the planet's Chancellor and was a very cruel man to his family. Sylene is the only one in her immediate family to have powers and due to circumstances unknown to her, were affected in such a way that caused her to be sick. Stress or overuse of her powers cause her to have painful fits.

Tensions started to rise on Galadera, so Sylene's mom made the executive decision to try and escape off-world with her two children while her husband was away. Teagan joined them but I'll elaborate on that in a bit. Unfortunately for her, they were either noticed or someone was tipped off and enforcers came to stop them, her mom sacrificed herself so that the others could get away.

The three escaped to Earth and parted ways for a while. Her brother got odd jobs to keep them afloat, Sylene did the same. The pair briefly joined a circus, Sylene as an acrobat before she eventually left it behind. A few years after that she became a part of the Legion where she's now a member of the B Team. (They're extremely chaotic but they get the job done)

Teagan grew up in a loving household with two parents and a younger brother. His mom and dad secretly were part of a resistance force to try and help those with powers behind the scenes, especially after discovering that both their boys had powers. Teagan's younger brother was taken when he was only a child after accidently getting caught using his powers and Teagan blames himself for it, even though it wasn't his fault. At hearing that Sylene's family was going to escape, Teagan's parents, despite it being the hardest thing they've ever done, told Teagan he had to go with them. It was too dangerous for him here and they'd already lost one child so they wanted him to have a better chance at life on a different planet. They planned to stay behind and continue their work while searching for his brother.

Teagan escaped to Earth and went to college, graduating early with a degree in mechanical engineering and a minor in computer sciences (he's a smart boy). He experienced another personal tragedy and found his life thrown off course, about a year later, Sylene reached out and convinced him to audition for the Legion where he's now also a member of the B Team.

[sl33py-g4m3r]

long rant thing before sleeping.....

pointless question before sleep but it's something I've been currently thinking about and its bugging me a bit.

apparently other vegetarians (outside the US) I think use dairy but don't eat eggs...

I've watched "Blondie In China"'s videos on youtube about being vegetarian and vegan in china, and she says that in the end of her "vegan in china" video that vegetarians outside the US (india i think and other middle eastern and eastern countries but I could be horribly incorrect) don't eat eggs.

This has made me wonder about whether I should keep eating eggs or not.... I don't eat them often, but I do. Especially as they are in a majority of baked goods like cookies and the like.

But is taking eggs and using them justifiable?

or do other vegetarians abstain from dairy as well?

I thought that in some places; as well as in the past when that word was first initially used, vegetarian meant what we'd call vegan today.

throwing further arguments into question....

I've been vegetarian for well over 100 days since the new year (but only 15 or so currently recorded because I changed tracking apps cause the one I was using you need a subscription for and the current one does everything (except export data) the other does for free... eg it shows you animals saved, how long you've been vegetarian or vegan for, gives you co2 and water saving amounts and lets you track what animal foods you eat per gram (not just meat)... it even has recipes and a guide if you need help... all free to download and use without a subscription. but that's a rant I didn't need to go on. oops.

but ye tldr of this "i'm tired and should go to bed" post is; should I continue to eat eggs or is it unjustifiable?

what about use of caffeine? Is this bad too or ok if you only drink 2 cups of coffee a day? Was planning on stopping drinking coffee as well and just drinking decaf/herbal teas instead. but I also have a lot of coffee to burn through before I run out to begin with...

probably an outlier cause I'm the odd one in society so I shouldn't be complaining about this I guess; but I hate how eating meat and meat based food is so prevalent and everywhere... It's like we can't escape it.

and if vegetarians or vegans try to advocate for less meat consumption = less unnecessary death; we're subject to violence, hate and anger even if we're being peaceful about it.

Tho I'm too nice and meek to even speak out about it at all.... and wouldn't know what I'd do if confrontation did happen.... rip any advocacy at all.... ever..... cause I'm afraid of how people react..... yay anxiety.....

I have a feeling there's no point to this dumpster fire of a post...... hope it's coherent at least.... and some of these posts are just me trying to make up my mind about something tbh......

cause I genuinely just

idk

[ayakashibackstreet]

I knew I shouldn't have had that 6pm coffee

[mncxbe]

# . ݁₊ ⊹ riding Denji in the bathtub while Aki's at home ݁˖ . ݁⭑𝒄𝒘: light nipple play, creampie, established relationship

I keep thinking about being in a secret relationship with Denji and sneaking around so that your roommates don't figure out you two are a thing. it's not an easy task especially since Power is nosy and Aki is observant, but you make it work, which sometimes means that you end up riding Denji in the bathtub.

with your hand clamped over his mouth to prevent any noises from slipping, you grind your hips against Denji's. the feeling of his tip pressed snuggly against your sweet spot and the hot vapors in the small bathroom the made you feel dizzy. "shit– Denji keep it down baby" you huffed out when he whined, his grip on your hips growing impossibly tight as he struggled to keep quiet. " 'm sorry" he mumbled into your palm, pretty brown eyes rolling in the back of his skull from the sheer pleasure he experienced.

and god he looked so pretty with his hair still damp from the bath he took, the muscles of his arms flexing as he aided your movements, bouncing you on his cock. the occasional mewls and moans he let out were music to your ears and you removed your hand from his mouth, leaning down to kiss him. Denji moaned into your mouth, a hand ghosting over your side before he cupped your tit, rolling your nipple between two fingers. the sensation made you clench around his dick, your back arching and thighs squeezing his sides.

"ya like it?" he mused, his blush deepening when he noticed the fucked out expression on your face. you looked prettiest like this and he swore he could cum just by looking at you. still, he leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, breathing in the hot air. the bathroom smelt like soap and sex– fuck, how were you two going to hide this from Aki when he came to brush his teeth in the morning?

just then, a loud knock on the door made your movements halt. Aki's sleepy voice sounded from the hallway. "Denji can you hurry up? you've been in there for an hour what on earth are you doing?"

"oh shit–" huffed your boyfriend, trying to push you off him "we're screwed if he catches us. pressing your hand back over Denji's mouth to shut him up, you sunk down on his length– you'd be damned if you were going to let Aki ruin your orgasm. Denji's eyes shot open in surprise at you actions, a weak moan spilling from his lips.

"it's me in here, Aki. i think Denji went back to his room" you spoke in a surprisingly level tone as you bounced on your boyfriend's cock. you could only hope that your roommate wouldn't hear the squelching sounds your pussy made around Denji. "oh i see, sorry y/n i didn't mean to interrupt. i just needed to use the toilet"

"okay, i'll let you know when i'm out" you huffed out, biting down on your lip as the blond's hands gripped your ass, his fingers sinking in the fat there. he picked up the pace, basically moving you up and down his length, making you writhe in pleasure. your tits bounced with every thrust, his dick abusing your sweet spot made your eyes roll back, warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.

you were so close, barely able to form a coherent thought and being forced to keep quiet was making the whole thing so much hotter. drool seeped from the corner of your mouth as your pussy sapasmed around Denji's dick, milking the orgasm out of him. "oh shit, shit i'm cumming too" moaned the blond, his nails digging in your hips, almost drawing blood as he shot his warm seed inside you. you grabbed the sides of the tub, steadying yourself while you rode out your high.

once you managed to regain your composure you slumped against him, heaving. your breaths mingled as you placed a chaste kiss to his lips, earning a giggle from from the blond. "now that was fun" he smiled, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "god, i love ya so much baby i swear one day i'll–"

"you two are sooo royally screwed" sounded a voice from the other side of the door.

shit, Aki. you'd completely forgotten about him.

[keehluvr]

"babe, wake up.." you murmur, peering down at your boyfriend through the darkness of your bedroom. You could make out his brows furrowing, thanks to the moonlight that seeped through the window passed the curtains, before his pretty eyes opened to make contact with yours. "mn, what? Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes to get a better look at you. "My stomach hurts." You whisper, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. "Okay...do you have to throw up?" He mumbles, closing his eyes again. "No, but wanna eat something, can you come with me to the kitchen?" You plead quietly, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. "But I'm comfortable here, you go." He says, pulling the comforter further over himself. "Please?" You ask again, this time more desperate. He sighs, tossing the blanket off of himself before pushing his hair out of his face and standing up. "You really can't go on your own?" He'd mumble, stretching his arms over his head. You enjoyed the view from behind, appreciating his nice back and arms. "No, I don't like the dark." You'd tell him, quickly following him out of the bedroom. "That's why we have lights." He grumbles, leaning against the counter while you find something to eat. You settle on something small but satisfying and rest your head on his shoulder while you eat. "I know it's a little ridiculous. Are you really mad, though?" You ask, your eyes flicking up to catch a glimpse of his sleepy expression. "M-m." he hums to indicate no and pulls you into his body, arms around your shoulders and his chin on top of your head. "I couldn't be mad at you, but you interrupted my sleep, so you're gonna have to make up for it later." He murmurs, hardly coherent in his state of exhaustion. It makes you laugh under your breath. You throw out the wrapper/container to your snack and grab his hand again to lead him back to your bedroom for the night. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say. Just get back to sleep before you turn into a zombie." You grin, pulling the blankets over his shoulders and curling up to him. "That's your fault." He finally huffs before falling asleep, knocked out cold in your arms. "I know it is, thank you." You couldn't help but smile and run your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead and gazing down at him until you fall asleep too.

• mello, chuuya, oda, MAYBE fyodor, jean

a/n; first post on side blog #2 whoop whoop I hope it's acceptable 😞 I had my first day of school today and I woke up at 3 and couldn't go back to sleep cuz I felt sick and I had to endure the side quest of fetching yogurt from my refrigerator

[kiiwiigii]

Morning Showers 

Emmett x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Emmett joins you for a morning shower, and as if the shower wasn’t already hot enough, it gets even hotter 

Warnings: 

NSFW 18+ 

Smut 

Word Count: 700+ 

Requested?: For Kinktober! 

Okay I'm back again 👀 but I just saw shower sex!?! So how about sleepy and lazy shower sex with emmet (also I'm loving everyone's ideas and I'm gonna have a blast reading them alll)>  

A/N: Not sure I'm super happy with this one, but I hope you guys enjoy it, nonetheless. 

I sighed happily, letting the hot water run over my skin.  

There was nothing quite like a hot shower to wake you up in the morning. At least that's what I've been told. Right now, I could happily fall asleep, my muscles relaxing even more. 

I jumped a little as I felt cold arms wrap around me from behind. I automatically put my hands over his in surprise, my brain trying to form coherent thoughts in its foggy state. 

"Emmett?" I murmured sleepily, turning my head to rest against his as he buried his head into my neck. 

"The one and only." His voice was muffled for a moment before he nosed his way up to my ear, placing a soft kiss at the base. "Good morning, beautiful." 

"Good morning yourself, handsome." 

I reached my hand up to cup the back of his neck as he kissed and nipped along my neck. I leaned my head to the side in silent submission, letting him rake his teeth along my neck before sucking softly on my pulse point. 

I moaned, digging my nails into his hard skin. 

Emmett chuckled. "Easy there, tiger." 

I couldn’t help but giggle, but that quickly turned into a soft moan as his hands traced their way over my curves, leaving a cool trail of goosebumps behind. I shivered a little, the coldness of his skin contrasting with the heat of the water. I gasped as his hands found my breasts, his long fingers pinching and flicking my nipples teasingly. 

"Emmett." I moaned softly. 

"I love it when you say my name, doll." He nibbled on my ear. 

I turned around to face him, lacing my hands through his thick hair and reaching up on the very tips of my toes to meet him halfway as he ducked down to kiss me.  

"I want you," I murmured. 

"Your wish is my command." 

I let out a surprised gasp as he lifted me, hands under my thighs, and pressed me into the shower wall, the water running in between us. My hand slipped downwards, taking his length in my hand and guiding him to my entrance. My head fell forward onto his shoulder with a groan as he entered me with little to no effort. 

He growled, pushing deeper into me and my heart skipped a beat. If there was one thing I loved about Emmett, it was his possessiveness. He gave me freedom to do whatever I wanted, but at the end of the day I was his, and he was mine. And there was nothing that turned me on more. 

I could feel every inch of him as he slid into me, and I moaned as he bottomed out, filling me completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, smooth rhythm. It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm boiling up inside of me, and I rolled my hips forward, desperate for release. 

Emmett buried his face in my neck, his hands clutching my thighs. 

"That's it, doll. Come for me." He murmured. 

I groaned, feeling the warmth in my lower half building and building.  

"Emmett," I whimpered. "I'm going to…" 

"Come for me, Y/N." He murmured; his voice tight. "I want to feel you come all over me. I want that pussy strangling my cock until I can barely move inside you." 

He picked up the pace, thrusting into me as I felt the waves of pleasure build up inside me. Just when I was about to let go, he shifted his hips, hitting that one spot that had me seeing stars and finally sent me over the edge. I mewled, arching my back as my whole body shook.  

"Emmett." I panted, no, I pleaded, tears forming in my eyes from the intensity of the pleasure rippling through me. 

"I'm not stopping until you come again, doll." 

I moaned, pussy and thighs clenching around him at his words.  

He continued to move, his hips moving in a fast, desperate rhythm. I could feel myself tightening around him again.  

"Please. Please. Please." I whimpered. "I'm going to come again." 

He obliged, his cock hitting that one spot over and over again and I cried out, shattered by the waves of pleasure washing over me. He growled, pounding into me harder and harder. Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to take anymore, he slammed into me one final time and froze, coming deep inside of me. I cried out, my orgasm continuing unabated as he filled me with his seed. 

We slumped against the wall, both of us panting and spent. 

"Mine." He muttered into my neck. 

"Yours." I agreed. 

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[quintinh43]

All My Heart | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn has been off the ice for two weeks, and he isn't dealing with it well.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety/panic (attack?), general questioning of existence. Feelings, Angst, the whole roster basically.

Notes: yall please be careful reading this one! I did not mean for it to go the way it did but here we are. Please please please keep the warnings in mind, and if ever you need to stop reading please do. Take care of yourselves first loves. More notes at the end!

Wc: 1.6 k

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Quinn felt like he was going insane. He'd been off the ice for two weeks due to an upper body injury, and it felt as if the restlessness had buried itself beneath his bones. He currently lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes and a mind that wouldn't relax.

His foot shook incessantly beneath the blanket as he tried to fall asleep, but the thoughts kept whirling. He had been having trouble sleeping since he'd been benched. The constant string of anxious thoughts preventing his mind from quieting down enough for him to slip into a blissful sleep.

"Quinn." You grumble, voice laced with sleepiness. His constant foot shaking had been pulling you in and out of sleep since the two of you had settled down for the night. But you had kept quiet in the hopes that he would be able to fall asleep eventually.

"I'm sorry," Quinn whispers sheepishly, his fingers start drawing soothing circles into your waist, from where his arm is wrapped around you. "I didn't mean to wake you," he murmers, pressing his lips against your hair in a gentle kiss.

"It's alright, love. But can you please please stop shaking your foot?" You mutter, still half asleep.

"Yeah, sorry baby," he murmers sheepishly. He stills his foot, and somehow, the thoughts become ten times more intense. He's going on a full week with a total of maybe four hours of sleep. It's fucking hell. He's been getting snappy during the day. Although you mostly leave it be, because he usually apologizes right after, and you know he doesn't mean when he says it, and it's just his anxiety about not being able to play.

Deciding that there is no use in trying to sleep, he waits until your breathing evens out into a quiet snore before untangling himself from you and slipping out of the bedroom quietly. Quinn finds himself in the kitchen, with no plan on what to do. It's nearly three in the morning.

He settles onto the floor in favour of stretching. Hoping that it will help calm him at least enough so that he's no longer obscenely jittery. Unfortunately, it does nothing useful for him. His next idea is to watch a movie. Maybe something stupid and mind-numbing will put him to sleep.

He makes himself a cup of chamomile tea and sinks into the couch, turning on the first Despicable Me movie. It's perfectly stupid enough to get him no longer thinking about hockey. Except, then there's a freeze-ray. And then Vector's in-house shark aquarium is reminding him of the Canucks.

He pauses the movie and puts down his empty mug on the coffee table with such a deep sigh. It feels as though his bones are rattling. He presses his palms to his eyes in desperation, wishing oh so terribly that he could be skating and playing hockey. He feels chained, having not been allowed on the ice for so long.

His second home, his freedom. Where it feels like he's flying. Where he feels invincible, like he can do anything. Quinn springs up from the couch, and he's pacing. He paces around the living room with such fervor that he might wear a hole into the floor.

He needs to get on the ice. Now. Or he's going to rip his hair out. And then, on top of being injured, he'll also be bald. Which would be the second worst thing to ever happen to him. The first being the fact that he hasn't been allowed on the ice for two full weeks.

With no coherent plan, he creeps around the apartment, throwing his skating equipment in a spare duffle bag. He's grabbing his car keys and slipping on his shoes when the bedroom door opens with a creek.

"Quinn?" Your voice is tired and confused. You're hugging your arms around your body to protect yourself from the chill of the apartment.

Quinn looks like a deer caught in headlights. His hair is sticking up in every which direction, his eyes are red from exhaustion, and his eyebags are so so dark. He's wearing two different shoes, and for fucks sake he's not even wearing a shirt.

You amble over to him cautiously, gently tugging the duffle bag from his hand. You can see the blades of his skates sticking out of the bag. "Baby, what are you doing?" Your eyes dart over to the time on the microwave. It's 3:47 am.

"Y/n" he breathes, it's desperate and pleading, and all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and take away all his pain and worries. "I need to go- I need to get out. I'm going insane." He whispers. There's a tremor in his hands as he runs them through his hair.

"Ok, my love, we're gonna go. Let's go put on some proper clothes first." You say lacing your fingers with his and tugging him towards the bedroom. He sighs, squeezing your hand tightly. Like he needs the physical reminder that you're with him. Otherwise, you'll disappear.

You successfully coax him into a hoodie and a touqe and pull a pair of sweatpants and one of Quinn's hoodies over your (his) t-shirt. Making sure Quinn is wearing the correct set of shoes, you grab the keys off the hook, sling his duffle bag over your shoulder, and grab his hand. As soon as your hands are linked again, his grip is tight. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

You throw his bag in the back seat and slide into the driver's side while Quinn slips into the passenger seat. As soon as he can, he grabs your hand again. You hold your intertwined hands tucked under your chin while you drive.

"Talk to me, Quinn," you murmur softly, stroking your thumb over the back of his knuckles.

Quinn sighs shakily. He wants to talk to you. He really does. But he's so used to burying everything down, to not be a burden. He's the oldest. He's supposed to be the leader, the strong one. He knows in his heart that if there's anyone he can talk to, it's you. You don't push. You know he'll talk when he's ready.

His leg is bouncing, and he's running his hand through his hair nervously as he formulates his thoughts into coherent sentences. "I feel like i'm going insane," he mutters. "i need - i need to get on the ice. It's my freedom. I feel chained to existence because I haven't been able to skate for so long."

Your heart breaks for him as you squeeze his hand, letting him know that you're listening.

"I'm sorry, that doesn't make any sense," he sighs.

"No baby, it does, I get what you're saying," you say softly.

"It's like, I'm being punished for something. Am I a bad person?" His voice is cracking, and if you thought it impossible for your heart to break further, you were just proven wrong.

"No, Quinn, you aren't a bad person. Injuries are inevitable. You didn't do anything to deserve this. I promise you, my love." You kiss the back of his hand, hoping that your lips can pour all your love and reassurance into him.

"Where are we going?" Quinn asks, squinting curiously at the rapidly passing treeline. You had exited onto the highway a little bit ago, with no plan or intention.

You shrug your shoulders, "No idea, I'm just driving."

Guilt washes over Quinn like a tidal wave. He tugs his hand from yours and covers his face, with embarrassment and exasperation at himself. He sighs into his hands, and all of a sudden, the emotions are too much again.

"Quinn?" You glance at him with concern. He's breathing deeply, trying to keep the anxiety from spiking again.

"I'm so sorry, I woke you up and dragged out at such an ungodly hour. And fuck- you have work in the morning. Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -" he sounds like he's on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Quinn, baby, look at me." Your voice is so gentle as you wrap your hand around his wrist and tug it away from his face, "You are the most important thing to me. Forever and always, especially especially right now. Please, please, please, don't beat yourself up about it. I would drop everything for you in a heartbeat, my love."

His breathing is still shallow. You rest his hand on your chest and take deep, slow breaths. "Copy my breathing, Quinn."

It takes a minute for his breathing to match yours, "Good job Honey" you smile, keeping his hand pressed against your chest.

"Can we go home?" He whispers, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Of course, baby, whatever you want." You take the next exit and head in the direction of your shared apartment. The drive is mostly silent, only the sounds of deep breathing and the occasional shuddering sigh fill the car.

As soon as you're back in the apartment, Quinn is pulling off his hoodie and toque, "I need you to lay on top of me," Quinn all but begs.

"Alright, lay down wherever you want." You say, stripping if your own hoodie and sweats. He lays on the floor. The bed is too soft. He can't handle the sinking feeling. You lay directly on top of him, and he let's out a relieved sigh, his arms tightening around your waist.

"Love you so much, Y/n," he murmers into your cheek.

"I love you too, Quinn, with all my heart," you say gently, stroking his hair soothingly. He falls asleep within half an hour, and you pass out right after him.

And when the two of you wake up, if you take him skating. Well, that's no one's business but your own.

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I know I said I probably wasn't gonna post for like a week and a half cause of school, but the inspiration hit, and I wrote this in like... an hour. So if it's really bad, well...

And just cause I haven't said it before, everything I write is purely fictional! I don't know how the hughes act in real life! I am simply writing them as characters.

I might end up taking this one down, so...

Anyways. Please take care of yourselves, yall. Leave comments! And as always, Love Soph.

[wonderlandwalker]

He Knows Better | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Finnick tells himself not to get close to you, because what is the point? But when you survive your games he finds that he can't stop thinking about you. When he finally comes to see you, you're in pieces, and he swears to himself he will put you back together, no matter the costs. Find part 2 here: Should've Known

Content Warnings/Tags: Mentions of prostitution/sex trafficking, angst, Finnick deserving better, crying, bad representation of a panic attack, not proofread

Word Count: 1.6k

Requested by Anon: I loveeeee love love love your Finnick fic. It was the perfect mix of sweet and so angstyyyyy !! I'm having constant Finnick brainrot 😭 I was wondering what you think about writing a finnick × reader fic sort of loosely based on Hozier's "It Will Come Back" where reader is maybe a tribute or another Victor and the first person to show Finnick softness and kindness without asking for anything in return in so long and he's like "dont let me in with no intention to keep me" and "dont be kind to me" and he just is totally feral and obsessed with the reader ? You're such a talented writer !! ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: There is this Dutch expression which goes ‘the monkey comes out of the sleeve’ loosely meaning the hidden meaning is revealed and I couldn't for the life of me think of the English equivalent that made sense to me, so, well, I hope the story is coherent. As usual, divider by @saradika

He remembers first seeing you, you were so young, but to be fair, so was he. In previous years he had always become quick friends with the tributes he was supposed to mentor, how could he not? But it didn't take him long to figure out that they never made it back, and while the company was nice for a while, the hurt in the end wasn't worth it anymore. There's something about you that he can't quite place, but it doesn't matter, because he's not going to get attached. When you first stepped into the training hall you didn't look scared, you didn't even look excited, no, you looked like you had made peace. 

He didn't get to talk to you much, you spend most of your training with Mags, not learning how to fight, but learning how to survive. And every time he watched you, he watched how your eyes lit up when learned how to filter water, he watched how proud Mags was of you each time. And he felt something tugging at him, he felt a need to get to know you. But he knew better.

Because what were the odds, he had seen this before, he had done this before. No, he shouldn't get attached to you. And yet, for the first time after returning from his own, he found himself watching the games. Watching the tributes become fewer and fewer, hoping, praying, that you'd make it through. The fewer left the more desperate he became. You've gotten this far, don't let the luck run out just yet. He saw how your last opponent fell, and he saw your face in the centre of the screen, of virtually every screen. And once again, you didn't look excited, you looked like you had found peace again, and maybe, just maybe, he let himself believe he could too, that you could show him. 

He didn’t go see you after, it wouldn't be of any use. What more did he have to offer you, you did not need a mentor anymore. He had made peace, he had made peace with never seeing you again. So what was the difference if you were alive or not? That's what he thought, if he gave in now, he didn't think he'd ever be able to let go, it would keep coming back. 

It wasn't until a few months later when someone knocked on his door, and in a sleepy haze, he opened it without thinking. He had spent the night at the capitol, and he never managed to get much rest after. Usually, when he had been gone for the night, Mags would come to check in on him, and have Valerian tea with him. He doubted it actually worked, but the effort was enough to brighten his day. So he opened the door, but it wasn't Mags, it was you. Your face was fuller, it had more colour, but the bags under your eyes were still there. Would Mags bring you Valerian tea as well? No, no he needed to stop thinking about you. The last time he had actually seen you was when you won. He had forced himself to avoid you ever since, he hadn't been completely sure why anymore, but now he knew again. The way you looked at him gave him hope, hope he couldn't afford. “What do you want” he asked, he sounded upset, and in a way he was, but the way the sparkle in your eyes dimmed made him regret it. 

And so he opened the door further, stepping aside, and you didn't need more of an invitation before you walked in. You took a seat at his small kitchen table, and he decided it would be impolite not to join you, so he sat down as well. He was about to talk, but you beat him to the punch.

“Snow came to see me.” There is was he thought, the reason, everyone always had a reason. Still, he found himself allowing you to continue, wanting to hear your voice again, even if it brought bad news. 

“I talked to Mags about it, but she said I should come see you, so here I am.” You chuckled, but the situation was not something that asked for it, must be nerves, he thought, but why were you nervous, surely he didn't make you nervous. 

“Look, I don’t want to bother you with my problems Finnick, I know you're dealing with enough yourself, but I don’t know what else to do.” Your eyes glossed over, and you looked like you were about to start crying, but you didn't. He wanted to say something, to comfort you, but what was there to say? And so you two sat in silence, he was looking at you, he was memorizing your face. This was the last time he would let himself see you. He didn't want to get close to you, and with how mesmerizing you were to him, he knew better.

And yet, as days passed, he found himself thinking of you. Whenever he needed comfort, he thought of you, the way you smiled at him when he told you a nervous joke. He could get lost in the memory of your eyes, and more often than not, he did. Every day he spent without seeing you made his heart hurt. 

Without thinking, he found himself walking to your door. It was like he wasn't in control of his own feet. He was in constant agony with himself. He wanted to be with you, but your kindness was one he couldn't afford, because it had the power to break him. He knocked on your door, not even aware he was doing so until he heard the sound echo back to him. He heard rustling, but he didn't hear you approaching the door, so he knocked again, and for good measure, he decided to call out. “Y/n? It’s me, it’s Finnick”. He heard someone approach the door at that, and a little bit of hope sparked inside him that you wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see you, but he knew better. 

The door opened, but it wasn't you that he came face to face with, it was Mags. She was standing in your hallway with a sad smile on her face, and she didn't say anything, but she looked to the stairs on the right end corner. He didn't need any more encouragement, and he sped up them, taking two steps at a time. He knocked on the door he was in front of, but there wasn't an answer. But when he listened more closely, he could hear crying coming from the other side. You were crying. His mind was reeling with possibilities, but whatever it was that had caused this, he swore to himself he would fix it, even if it broke him. 

And so he entered the room, opening the door softly so as not to startle you, but it didn't matter. He saw you in the corner, you had pulled your knees to your chest and he couldn't see your face from where you had hidden it, but his heart broke over it nonetheless. He walked towards you, testing the waters, testing his luck. He was scared for you, but mostly, he was scared you wouldn't want to see him. When you heard him, your head shot up to look at him. The way in which your eyes were bloodshot and swollen made him want to punch a hole in the wall next to you. The way your voice cracked when you said his name made him want to curl up right next to you. he got closer to you, kneeling down in front of you. Allowing you to take the next steps on your own time.

After a few minutes, you had slightly calmed down while he was tracing patterns on your knee with his thumb. You spoke to him, but you didn't look him in his eyes.

“They’re bidding on me Finnick, they’re bidding on me like I’m something to possess”

The feeling of dread that came over him was something he had never felt before. He thought he had gone through all someone could. He thought there was nothing that could hurt him anymore in a way he didn't already, but he had been wrong. 

He was willing to do anything for you to be spared from this, but he knew it wasn't any use. 

He knew better. And so he did all he could, taking you in his arms and whispering reassuring words, until your crying and your shaking stopped, and you seemed at peace again. 

He had tried himself to get away from what snow had wanted, what the capitol had wanted, he tried everything he could think of, but he couldn't get away from it. He had made peace with the fact that people always wanted something from him, and maybe that's why he couldn't get you out of his head, because you were the only person that was at peace with him, without anything more, just him. So he told you the only thing he could. He told you he’d be there for you, that you’d get through it together. He wasn't sure if he believed it, but he knew it was what you needed to hear, it was what he had needed to hear, except there had been no one to tell him. He would spend the rest of his life wondering if you needed him.

But he won't shut you out again, he knows better.

Part 2: Should've Known