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[drawercabinet]

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Why Choose a Wire Trolley?

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Medical equipment transportation

Retail stocking

Warehouse inventory management

Home organization

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5. Do wire trolleys come with locking wheels?

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Final Thoughts

A wire trolley is a must-have storage and transportation solution for businesses, warehouses, and even homes. With its lightweight yet durable design, it provides versatility and convenience for a variety of needs. Pairing it with affordable shelving can further enhance storage efficiency and keep spaces organized and clutter-free.

Looking to upgrade your storage setup? A wire trolley might just be the perfect addition to your space!

[nerdygirlramblings]

Hear me out:

Romantic evening with our boys. Making pizza, watching a romantic movie, just cuddling all evening long.

Jonny, all the ever horny guy, starts and it ends with smut. Lots of smut but reader started her period without knowing. They're shocked and first but when reader starts crying, they quick to comfort her.

(I need comfort too. And I'm literally this close 🤏 to rip my uterus out my body)

Thank you for the ask, anon! I had to dig deep for this one because while I enjoy reading the spicy I don't usually write the spicy. I hope this is what you were looking for.

cw: bad accents, vaginal fingering, unprotected PIV, menstruation, rainbow kisses (iykyk)

Ever since you started dating the 141, Friday nights were date nights for you and whomever of your boys were home. Whichever soldier isn't out on a mission gets to pick the event, and if more than one of the boys is around, they each plan something for the group. Their thought was they are so often gone they want to woo you right when they're here.

But the Fridays you love best are when all of your boys are home because that's when you get to plan the date. Tonight happens to be one of those Fridays.

The boys are on base while you make preparations for tonight. You planned to finally use the pizza oven on John's grill. You spend the morning making dough, setting aside double portions for your soldiers and their appetites.

As the day wears on, you head to Sainsbury's for the rest of your ingredients. You get the supplies to make red sauce from scratch and a small jar of pesto for Kyle who sometimes likes to experiment. You know if he doesn't use it tonight, you'll simply make pesto pasta another time. A fresh block of soft mozzarella lands in the trolley. You know Johnny will enjoy happily shredding it for you when he gets home. A jar of olives, some green peppers, and a red onion from produce all go in next. Then you're off to find rashers, gammon, bangers, and pepperoni. You know at least one pizza will end up being more meat than anything else.

When you get back to the car park, you don't bother putting the bags in the boot. You lean over and drop them onto the floor of the passenger side as you slide behind the wheel. A quick stop at the florist for a small bouquet, and you're home again.

The house is tidy, but you freshen things up anyway. You need something to keep you busy as you wait for your men to come home. You set out some Yorkshire pudding and kilted soldiers as a pre-dinner snack, but not too much. You're cognizant of how quickly Johnny will stuff his face with whatever's nearby and not save room for supper. You pull down the large popcorn tubs and set aside the oil and kernels to make popcorn after dinner. You slide Love, Rosie into the Blu-Ray player and cue up the main title.

You have just enough time before your men come home to get yourself cleaned up. You'd showered in the morning, so you focus on fixing your hair and makeup. A pink and blue floral skater dress has been hanging the back of your wardrobe for weeks, and tonight's the perfect night to throw it on and show it off. As you're screwing the cap back into your lip gloss, you hear Simon's voice call out for you.

Light feet and a joyful heart carry you down the hall to the foyer. You step into Simon's open arms, cleaving yourself tightly to him. He's only just back from a mission that lasted almost a month. You kiss him softly, and he pulls away far too soon for your liking. If it were anyone else, you'd be embarrassed by the whine that escapes when he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours. Instead, he looks at you and says, "Missed you, luv."

You move from man to man greeting each in turn. From John, who's been back and forth between Hereford and bases in places he can't tell you about, to Johnny, who was on the first part of Simon's mission but came home when Simon was sent elsewhere, to Kyle, who's been behind a desk for the last few weeks as he recovers from nearly falling out of the helicopter. Each gets a hug and a kiss and a whispered welcome home.

You're sure when Kyle is better, Laswell will send them all out somewhere. As it is, you've heard John fielding her calls late in the evening when he tries to hide it from you. For now, you plan to simply savor having your men home.

"Go on, wash up," you chide, shooing them from the foyer to the cloakroom. "Meet me in the kitchen when you're done."

It only takes a few quick strides until you're in the room in question, making sure that all the toppings are ready, that the sauce is cool enough to use, and that each dough ball has its own pizza pan. Each of the men join you in the kitchen mere moments later.

You don't miss the gleam in Johnny's eye as he looks at the flour. He cuts a glance at Kyle, and you clear your throat, crossing your arms as menacingly as you can. "We will not be intentionally making a mess of my kitchen," you state, looking between Johnny and Kyle. "Are we clear sergeants?"

Shock flits across Johnny's face and he looks back at Kyle who simply shrugs. The two men glance at John who, like you, has crossed his arms in front of him and is ready to glare them into submission. "I'm waiting, boys," you remind them.

Kyle responds quickly. "No mess. We heard you'd, doll." To which Johnny adds, "Aye, ma'am. Keeping the kitchen spick and span."

"Excellent," you say. Then you pass out aprons and tell your men, "I'd rather not scrub flower out of anyone's clothes, either, so put these on." There's a chorus of "Yes, ma'am." You can tell at a glance the only one happy about the apron is John, who's got his usual 'License to Kill Grill' apron on. However, the others don't fight you, and soon everyone's ready to make their meal.

You show them all how to turn the dough balls into flat crust and head out into the garden to turn the grill on. The pizza oven is set up according to the directions, and you want to ensure it's ready to go once all the pizzas are prepared.

When you come back into the kitchen, all four men have at least one crust ready, and Simon and Kyle are working on their seconds. You quickly put Johnny to work shredding the cheese into a large bowl and show everyone where the sauces are. Much to your delight, Kyle smiles widely at the jar of pesto on the counter. The cheese is ready once everyone has sauce on their dough, so everyone grabs a heaping handful. You point out where the other toppings are and let the boys design their dinners as you take your pizza out to the oven.

Each man brings you their pan when it's ready and they stand around chatting with you while the food cooks. You pull the first round of pizzas out and send John in to put everything out on plates and slice them. You put Kyle's and Simon's and Johnny's second pizzas in, then head into the kitchen to eat.

You slide into the open seat next to Simon and join the pleasant chatter. John pulls three tumblers and the bottle of Scotch Mrs. MacTavish sent at the holidays out of the cupboard. He pours two fingers for himself, Simon, and Johnny. Kyle pulls the top off a bottle of Carlsbad lager, pulling a long draught before setting it in front of him. Johnny places a glass of rose at your place.

Between bites of pizza, you fill the boys in on the gossip from work and hear some edited stories of Simon and Johnny's ops and John's base visits. Kyle chimes in with complaints about base staff.

You pop out to the grill for the second round of pizzas, bringing everyone but John their food. You and John both opted for one pizza and are both enjoying the meal and the company.

When everyone is full, Simon and Kyle pack up the unused toppings, John clears the table, and Johnny puts the large cast iron skillet on the hob. You stay in the kitchen with Johnny while the others head into the den. He pours a generous helping of oil in the pan and tosses the kernels on when it warms. It doesn't take long for the kernels to pop, and despite knowing what will happen, it still startles you.

Johnny chuckles at you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Ah got ye," he says, nuzzling your neck. He reaches over, snags a kernel and holds it out. When you lean forward to take it from him, he pulls it back. "Uh-huh," he teased. "Close your eyes."

You obey, but instead of the warm, salty, buttery crunch of popcorn, Johnny's tongue invades your mouth. He swallows your moans, whispering, "Could a laid yerself on the table an' we would'a feasted, lass." He pulls away, an obscene sucking accompanying the motion. Your heart jackhammers in your chest. You're about to suggest skipping the movie when several voices call from the other room.

"Let's... let's, er, go join the others," you pant, quickly dumping the popcorn into tubs to carry in.

By the time you and Johnny make it to the den, Kyle and John are sprawled together on the sofa, and Simon's taking up the recliner. You and Johnny head to the loveseat, and he pulls you down into his lap.

Before the open credits finish, Johnny's nuzzling your neck and whispering more filth in your ear. "Ah cannae wait to fuck ye tonight, hen." "Gonna split ye open on mah cock 'til ye scream." "Yer cunt is the sweetest dessert. When can Ah have a taste?" The longer the film goes on, the wetter you get until you're squirming on Johnny's lap, hoping you aren't obvious to the others.

The heavy weight of Johnny's hand slips from your waist to your hips, and eventually, under your skirt. His fingers slip under the gusset of your panties and you gasp. "Shh," he coos. "Dinnae want to interrupt the film."

He slides one finger along your slit, teasing you before breaching your core. You groan low, and Johnny rumbles, "Yer so wet," into the skin beneath your ear. "Watch the movie, lass. Ye picked it special."

With one long finger in your pussy, Johnny's thumb presses hard on your clit, and you see stars. "Would rather," you pant, "focus on," another panted breath, "those talented fingers."

Johnny lightly bites down on your neck and shoves another finger into your pussy. You clamp down at the unexpected intrusion, and Johnny's thumb rubs little circles on your clit. Between the sucking on your neck, the fingers in your cunt, and the pressure on your clit, you climax quickly, biting your lip to keep from letting the rest of the room know what happened.

But when you glance at your other lovers, they're staring avariciously at you and where Johnny's hand disappears under your dress. Johnny shifts behind you, clearly turning to see the others. "Who wan's a taste?"

Kyle's off the sofa in a shot, kneeling on the floor next to Johnny. Johnny pulls his hand out from under your dress to press his slick-coated fingers into Kyle's waiting mouth. You glance down to watch and notice Johnny's fingers are covered in blood. You suck in a breath and grab his wrist. It hits you immediately what's happened.

"Johnny! Stop!" You look down and see Kyle's gaze land on the blood. He leans back and nearly falls down.

"Doll, wha'..." John and Simon are watching intently, and you want the ground to open under you.

You take a deep breath and cover your face with your hands. You can't bring yourself to look at any of them. "I think I got my period early." You spring off Johnny's lap and hurry down to your bedroom, trying not to cry. In your room, you strip out of your dress and see a small red spot on the seat of the skirt.

Before you can spiral into embarrassment, there's a knock behind you. You're standing stark naked, but there's no heat in his gaze when John looks at you. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, but the tears are welling up. "Aww, shh," John says. "'c'mere." He comes over to you and wraps his arms around your bare middle. "Dove, we're soldiers. We're not scared of a little blood." You don't think he realizes he's gently swaying you as he talks. It's soothing.

"But that's different, John," you whine. "This blood, this is dirty."

"Hush," he snaps. "Nothin' 'bout ya is dirty." He tucks your head under his chin and kisses your hair. "Ya think this makes us wan' ya any less?" He pulls back and taps your chin until you meet his solid blues. "Say the word an' all a' them'd be linin' up to fuck ya." He moans a little. "Can only imagine how good it would feel, yer cunt coated in somethin' even hotter than regular slick. Ya should hear Johnny out their praisin' yer pussy."

You feel heat rush up your neck and into your cheeks. "You really," you take a deep breath, "you don't think it's gross?"

The answer doesn't come from above you but from behind. "Nothin' you do is gross, luv," you hear Simon say. Now you know he's there, he isn't quiet about crossing the room. His large, calloused hands dwarf your hips when he pulls you tight against him. "I'd let ya ride my face for the pleasure of gettin' ya off, blood an' piss an' all."

It should disgust you, but you swoon a bit instead. You turn in his hands. "I can't believe you're okay with this."

"What's there not to be okay with?" Kyle's voice asks from the doorway. You look over Simon's shoulder and see him leaning against the jamb with smudge of blood on his lip.

"Kyle, what happened?" You know you sound panicked, but you can't reign it in. "You have..." You motion to your own mouth.

Kyle ducks his head and rubs his hand over the shorn back of his hair. "I, er, maybe still sucked your slick off Johnny's fingers." He catches your eye. "Any taste of you is worth it."

You're shocked at his admission. Before you can say anything, you hear Johnny's voice in the hallway. "Ye cannae start without me!" He barrels into the room and you notice a sheen of red on his lips.

"What?"

He flushes and admits, "Ah kissed Gaz ta see how ye tasted, since Ah couldnae taste from the source."

You're dumbfounded. Nothing in their demeanor tracks with what you've been told. When you were thirteen, Mum said your period was "a necessary evil." In school, the teachers spoke of biology and creating a space for new life, and while it wasn't disgusting, it wasn't appealing either. All your previous partners found other things to do with other friends when you had your period. But looking around at the faces of your lovers, all you can see is love and desire. There is no disgust, no revulsion, no recoiling.

"Dove?" John's voice breaks you from your reverie. He stands beside you and Simon still again, but now he's discarded his shirt. The top button of his trousers is undone, and you can see his cloth-covered erection straining the zipper. You understand immediately what he's asking, and you dip your head once.

Arms scoop you up and deposit you in the bed. You're surprised by the scratchy feeling beneath you. You run your hand over it and realize it's a bath towel. A bark of laughter escapes you. "You boys pivoted quick, huh?"

John leans over you, growling in your ear. "We wan' ta enjoy ya. And even more, we wan' ya ta enjoy yerself." His hands ghost up and down your sides, the touch featherlight. "I'm gunna kiss ya now, dove."

"Okay," you reply breathlessly. John's kiss is possessive, tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim you as one beefy hand strokes over your curves. His lips start against yours and slowly drift to your neck, your collarbone, your sternum, your stomach, and finally right above your bush. He looks up and meets your gaze, holding it as he dips further down to like a stripe up your slit.

When he pulls back, you see the bright burst of red on the top of his tongue. Then he plants his face in your cunt, tonguing your hole and sucking on your clit. You start thrashing only to feel the bed dip at your hip. Simon and his big hands are back, one heavy on your hip to keep your bucking down, the other running softly along John's head as he slurps obscenely at your sopping, bloody pussy.

John's pursuit of your pleasure is relentless. There is no edging tonight, no long drawn-out teasing. He is a Captain through and through, and tonight's mission is your orgasm. Before long your muscles clench, and the tension in your core snaps. You're twitching on the bed, breathing slowly to bring your heart rate down, when you look down to see John's beard covered in a milky red mixture of blood and cum.

He rubs a hand down his beard, collecting some of the mixture, then holds his hand to Simon. With his eyes holding yours, Simon leans over and licks the mess on John's hand before Johnny shoves him back to get another, more potent taste of you.

You're so distracted by Simon and Johnny fighting over the remains of your taste on John's skin, John has moved nearer to your hip, and Kyle's slotted himself into the space between your thighs. His long, lithe fingers smooth themselves across your thighs, hips, and stomach. "Can I?" he whispers.

Despite the other men sitting at your hip, you respond with a whispered, "Yes."

Kyle pushes himself to the hilt in one fell swoop. He doesn't hold back how he feels. "Fuck, doll, didn't know you could feel better," he grinds out. He waits a moment for you to adjust until he, like John, chases your pleasure. Each of Kyle's thrusts is a long slow retreat before slamming home. He has one hand resting on your mons, thumb just lightly over your overstimulated clit. Every time his hips slam home, Kyle puts a lot more pressure against your clit. Soon he loses his rhythm, thrusts becoming erratic, fingers pulsing against your clit. You climax as he does, and when he pulls out you aren't sure if the liquid that follows is blood or cum, and if the latter, whose.

He flops beside you and throws an arm over his face as you disassociate. You hear Johnny whine and Kyle chuckle, and when you look over, Johnny's on his knees, Kyle's cock in his mouth. There's a lurid ring of red at Kyle's base that Johnny's spit makes messier.

Your eyes slip closed, and you feel the bed continue moving under you. Glancing on your other side you see Simon on his knees, John slamming into him. You catch Simon's eye and shift on the bed to kiss him. John pauses his movements enough to keep Simon from accidentally collapsing on you. After a moment, John grunts. You know he can't keep holding back, so you slide away from Simon to let John continue. Several thrusts later and John's sweaty form is draped against Simon's back.

You hear Kyle's choked moan and know he's close. Johnny has one arm perpendicular to Kyle's hips, pinning him in place while his other is below the edge of the bed. You're sure he's stripping his cock to match his mouth's movements on Kyle. When Kyle cums, Johnny swallows everything down, only a drop beading on his lip. He sees you looking, and instead of licking it away, he leans over to let you lick it off. When you sweep your tongue into his mouth, searching out the taste of him under the flood of Kyle, Johnny slips his cock into your warm, wet cunt. He thrusts half a dozen times before cumming, shouting your name. He's careful not to drop his weight on you, instead falling into the space next to you and tucking you against his larger frame.

You know you need to clean yourself up, especially if you don't want too much blood on the towels or sheets, but you're too blissed out to worry.

Date nights with all your boys are the ones you like best.

[sweetflanfiction]

Assymetrical Symphony - Part 5

Universe: Arcane (LOL)

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of death.

A.N.: Next chapter will have Vik x Reader I promise. Thank you for your comments and reblogs and love and stuff!!! Gif for the headed from @arcanedaily. I have more parts ready, I just need to get them into the grammar checker and we are off! Also @th3stup1dcat and @22carolina08 good catch!

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4

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The building Esther's, your mother's, trolley had pulled up to was not the home you had expected when she told you that was your destination. At some point you waited for it to turn towards the edge of Piltover, where the big manors were, but it took the opposite turn. Towards the high-end part of the city, where all of the affluent people lived.

As you rode the elevator up, the only thing that crossed your mind was that this was most definitely not the manor. It was the size of the manor, yes, but the penthouse was the polar opposite of your father’s mansion.

Your father loved his dark corners and soft glows; the tones of dark wood and gold were his favorites. The brightest room in the house was not even in the house. It was a greenhouse next to it that you had converted into an annex house for yourself, using the main glass part as a music room. His office? Long windows covered with thick, velvety curtains. Your child's bedroom? A purple pastel-colored nightmare that was a mix of musical instruments and more toys than you needed. As you grew, you begged your father for a brighter color scheme, but he vehemently denied it. The purple was chosen by your mother. 

The penthouse was all light and soft colors. From the white wood panel of the walls with soft gold foil details to the gray wooden floor, everything was light and airy. Where the manor's corridors were a maze of claustrophobic sharp corners that you loved to run around in, the penthouse was spacious and open. From the hall to the living and dining room, even the bathroom that you had been almost dragged into was big. The big tub near a window had taken 5 full minutes to fill.

The weird thing was: it felt like home. As soon as you stepped into the penthouse, the weight you felt on your shoulders cleared. It was safe; nothing could get you here. The smell of lavender and caramel had been almost familiar.

Once dressed and dried, you walked out into the massive living room where your mother was sitting reading the newspaper, the turntable playing a soft tune. She looked up at you and smiled softly at you, placing the paper down. 

“You look almost human, my dear.” She joked, and you chuckled. "Come, I must show you something before we both try to figure out what's happening."

She patted your arm affectionately and grabbed her coat, and the both of you made your way to her private trolley. In the elevator down, you had asked where your father was and how she knew you were not her child. But she smiled mysteriously, with a hint of sadness, and told you, 'You'll see.'

Looking at the black iron arch that stood high above your head, you began to fear what you'd actually see.

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Piltover’s Rosebay Graveyard was a calm and quiet place. Some people found it ominous; others found it peaceful. To you, it was just a place you were obliged to go because your father made you. There were mausoleums on a higher part and some old gravesites with only a small slab to acknowledge who was there. Flowers and ribbons dotted the place, and you could hear the chimes in the distance. Seemed to be the same as on your side.

“You’ve been through this path before.” Your mother stated, and you nodded, noticing you had unconsciously started walking to what would be your mother's grave.

“I came to visit you often.” You said solemnly, having decided, as you had lain in the tub, to tell her everything.

“Funny… I came to do the same.” She stopped in front of two white headstones.

You didn't need to read the names; the two black-and-white photos were enough. 

“Oh… Oh no, please.” You whispered, falling to your knees. “Father…”

You felt your mother's hand on your shoulder as you wept, her thumb rubbing comforting circles on it.

“I’ll forget him.” You touched his photo, tears flowing in your eyes. “I can’t…forget him.”

“You never forget those you love,” Esther said, her voice cracking, as she knelt next to you.

“I forgot you!” you admitted, voice filled with guilt. “I didn’t want to! But one day…one day I didn’t think about you anymore; you were just a memory!”

“It’s alright, dear.” She consoled, placing her other hand on your cheek and turning your face towards her. “You never forget those lost. They're with you in the small things. In the way you talk and stand. In the way you arrange books on a bookshelf. In the way you love others. You don’t forget; you become those you love.”

You sniffled, feeling the tears and snot run down your face, and turned to her. She had also lost a child and a husband. You let grief and sadness take over and hugged her, feeling her arms move around you and hold you tight.

You both sobbed for your losses but also because you found each other.

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You watched from under a tree as your mother sat near the graves for a while. She had asked for a little time to herself, and you had nodded and walked another familiar path.

The old oak tree had been planted on a flat grassy section of the graveyard, with a few benches around its thick trunk. People had taken it upon themselves to decorate the tree with little wind chimes. They had done so on your side, and you were happy when a small breeze passed through the leaves and the chimes tinkled in a soothing melody on this side.

You looked at the tree canopy from the stone bench you had sat in, hypnotized by the colorful chimes dangling there, until a tingling on your hand distracted you. Looking down at it, you realized the rune and hand were again glowing a bright blue. You smiled at the strange sensation, warm like a cup of tea in the winter. With a swift movement, you made a horizontal line with your hand, and like the first time, it looked like you had brushed some paint in the air.

Looking around to check if there was anyone else, you started making runes in the air, trying to get yourself familiarized with them.

Move. Music. Nudge. The rune glowed and shot up towards the chimes, sending a gust of wind that shingled the chimes.

Elevator. Music. Nudge. The rune glowed and disappeared, phasing out into smoke. 

You locked eyes with a particular chime that had a silver chain holding it together.

Unlock. Chime. Nudge. The rune shook, shined, and tore itself into 5 glowing dots. 

That was unexpected. For a second, you looked, wide-eyed, at the dots, waiting for something to happen. In the blink of an eye, the five stars shot in different directions. Three had flown low to the ground towards the main graveyard area. One rocketed towards the sky, and another quickly zapped around the tree trunk. A little tinkle was heard from that location.

Doing another once-over, you got up and walked towards the sound. A glass wind chime was broken on the ground, the rope cord weathered and frayed, and most of the colored glass had been shattered when it fell. Bending down to grab it, the blue light appeared before you could touch it; the blue wisp appeared and started to dance around the object. It took a few rounds of this weird little dance for you to realize what it was.

A rune. The little wisp of light kept doing the same rune over and over again.

Clearing your throat and looking around to make sure nobody was around, you made the rune in the air. And nudged. And nothing.

“Stop overcomplicating things,” one of your teachers had once told you. “That's your problem. It’s all easy and breezy in the beginning when it’s instinctive. But when you figure something out, it’s like you lock yourself into a little box of rules…do what comes naturally.”

Taking a deep breath, you shook your hand and cracked your neck. You look at the broken glass musical decoration.

Rune. Fix. Nudge. The rune glowed, moved, and separated into little ribbons of satiny light, surrounding the chime. 

It tightened around the frayed, and the damaged rope became whole again, with little tendrils of light blue keeping it together. The shattered and cracked glass still attached to the main iron structure was enclosed in the same healing ribbons, and when the ribbons tightened again, the cracks had been glued together with a blue shiny glue. 

You noticed the broken glass pieces that had scattered around the chime hadn’t magically grown back. It wasn’t fixed, because there was nothing to fix. 

Before you had any time to think more about it, Esther called out for you. The magical rune hand was still magically shining, so you shoved it into one of your jackets.

“Here!” You waved your nonmagical hand and saw her make her way to you. 

Mentioning the bench you previously occupied, the both of you sat down. She placed a hand on your thigh.

“How are you feeling, my dear?”

“Calmer.” You looked at the grass and took a deep breath. “I think you must have gathered by now I’m not your child.”

“I know. I don’t understand how—"

“I can explain.” You interrupted her.

She crossed her ankles and placed her hands on her skirt, looking at you, ready to hear what you had to say. 

You started with the rocket attack on your side and went from there to how hextech got corrupted and corrupted Viktor, turning him into the Herald, and how he wanted to make everyone like him, and how in the last second of you as yourself, you were bumped here.

Your mother drank in all of the information you gave her, asking questions, adding commentary, and being a very willing participant in the story. As you finished the story, you gave your mother a scared look, waiting for her reaction.

“It’s hard to believe I understand, but—”

“I’m a best-selling fantasy author, kid. That’s just a normal mid-week creative writing session." She winked at you, and relief washed over you. “So you went from a topsider, benefactor of science, to a soldier against a hive-minded group of robots, controlled by one of your former best friends.” 

“Yes…”

“And then! Some sort of..." she made a motion with her hands to the sky “Higher power head-butted you through time and space and made land here.”

“Yup...” You nodded.

“Mmm." She looked deep in thought. "Change a few names, add a little love triangle, give it a few plot twists, and you just wrote my next novel.”

You stared at her dumbfounded, the feeling of betrayal starting to bubble in your stomach. And then you saw the corners of her mouth go up into a smile. Esther looked at you, a mischievous look on her face, her hand coming into view rubbing the thumb and index finger together, the universal sign for money. She was teasing you. You snorted and burst out laughing, her laughter cascading out following yours.

“I haven’t laughed like that in a while.” You confessed, once you both managed to reel it in. You leaned your elbows into your knees and wiped a few tears from your eyes.

“You’re welcome.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, and you moved your neck to look at her. “You may not be my daughter, but you were someone’s daughter. Other me, and if...” she made the sky motion again, and you snorted again. “Made us find each other, then I like to think it’s because we were meant to be together. A childless mother and a motherless child? Seems like a match made in whatever space-time-jumping heaven there is.”

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You found, after returning from the graveyard, that your mother had in fact not one but two housekeepers and a cook. They lived in the apartments below the penthouse and only came in when needed when there were visitors. Usually, the cook would make several meals, and she only had to warm them up.

According to her, she was good at two things in the kitchen: making desserts and burning the ceiling.

To prove her point, she started making probably the biggest caramel and vanilla pudding you’ve ever seen. And you’ve been to some parties in your days. Once the oven pinged, you both had sat at the kitchen table, devouring it.

“What did you do on your side of the space-time continuum?” She grinned at her joke, placing a spoonful of caramel sauce into her mouth.

“Oh! Follow me." You wiggled your eyebrows, grabbed another piece of the pudding, and walked toward the grand piano you had spotted in the living room.

You grabbed the books and the little succulent plant that were placed on top of the piano cover and lifted it with ease, repeating the motion on the fall that was covering the keys. You played some notes and figured it wasn’t all that out of tune.

“Wylla likes to keep it tuned.” Your mother said, approaching. “Not that she plays, but…”

“Wylla?”

“You’ll meet her soon enough.”

Sitting down in front of the ivory keys felt exactly like you felt when looking at your mother. Strange and familiar. You never thought that after what happened to Viktor, you would be able to sit down and play again. The concept of surviving the battle was not even present in your mind. But now that you were here, looking at the instrument you had first mastered, it felt right. 

Settling the pudding plate on top of the bench, you touched your fingers to the keys. You had asked your mother if she could let you borrow one of her gloves, lying to her that there was a scar there that brought bad memories. Lovingly, she had nodded and gave you a single black leather glove with a white trim.

(Patrick Pietschamm - Can you hear the music)

Your fingers moved almost on their own. The muscle memory of playing the notes on the piano comes instantly. At some point you closed your eyes, knowing the exact motion you had to make to hit a key. Your feet and hands moved in tandem, making a full melody out of what seemed to be simple motions.

Your hands flew over the ivories like you hadn't stopped playing.

You felt tears prickle your eyes, your nose becoming stuffy as you kept playing, pouring your frustrations and worries into the song. A release that you didn't remember feeling so…cathartic.

When the last notes were played, you got startled by your mother applauding. Much like your father did, but while he had been demure and subtle, your mother was wide-eyed and laughing.

“You’re a musician!” She pointed at something on the shelf. “Ah…take that, Frederick!”

You looked at the shelf, recognizing your father’s name, and saw a picture of the couple and a child smiling. 

“Well, he did encourage me more than anything to pursue it.”

“Good! Teach me!” She sat down next to you at the piano, looking at you earnestly. “I’ve had this thing for years now; I don’t even know how to play the scales. Go on, teach your old mother how to play the piano.”

You looked at her, blinking. You old mother. Your gaze softened looking at her face.

“I’m not that bad, I promise.” She joked fondly, placing a hand on top of the keys.

Smiling, you nodded.

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[aesiva]

 ꣑ৎ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 (엔하이픈)

୨୧   𝓈ynopsis — littering kisses all over your boyfriend to see his reaction…   ୨୧   𝓅airing — enha hyungline x reader   ୨୧   𝒸ontent — first post??? hoons is so short oml (＞ｍ＜)  ୨୧   𝓌ordcount — 514   ୨୧  archive | daily click | maknae line

𝓁 。heeseung  (희승)

heeseung sighed as he closed the door behind him and set his practice bag on the floor, against the wall.

“baby, I’m home!”

he called out cheerfully, heading into the living room.

he found you sitting on the couch with a playful smile on your face. he raised an eyebrow as he joined you, wrapping his arms around you. you immediately began showering him with kisses, laughing as you pecked his face repeatedly. heeseung was momentarily stunned but quickly relaxed into your touch, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

“what’s all this about?”

he murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he pulled you closer.

“i just missed you, seungie,”

you replied with a warm smile, kissing him again and snuggling into his comforting embrace.

rest under cut !

𝓅。jongseong (제이)

“is that a new lipstick, princess?”

jay asked, adjusting the tie around his neck as he walked over to you.

you nodded, being careful not to smudge it.

“did you buy it with your own money? you know I told you not to spend—”

you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, pulling away with a playful smile. jay stood there, frozen, before quickly shaking off his flustered expression.

“what was that for?” 

he asked, a bit confused. jay scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes as he turned away. but you immediately pulled him back, planting kisses on his cheek and leaving pink lipstick marks on his skin. he grinned and hunched over, making it easier for you.

“my pretty boyfriend,”

you said with a bright smile, pulling back to admire your handiwork. pink lipstick stains dotted his face, his flushed cheeks blending seamlessly with the vibrant colour.

𝓈。jaeyun (재윤)

“chocolate or vanilla, babe?” 

jake asked, holding up two tubs of ice cream and waiting for your answer.

“how about mint chocolate, jake?” 

you suggested, pushing the trolley up beside him and peeking over his shoulder. you couldn’t help but grin as you watched his face scrunch up in distaste.

“mint chocolate? you’ve got to be kidding me…”

jake groaned, starting to ramble about how terrible that flavor was. you looked up at him, frowning as you thought of a way to quiet him.

with a quick move, you pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling back with a smile. jake fell silent, struggling to suppress a blush and the smile tugging at his lips. you planted kisses on both of his cheeks and then on his jawline.

“that should shut you up!”

you teased, brushing past your flustered boyfriend and walking away with a satisfied smirk.

𝓅。sunghoon (성훈)

“what are you up to, angel?”

sunghoon hummed happily as you planted soft kisses along his eyelid, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. you giggled, letting your kisses travel lower until they reached his jawline.

“i’m just kissing you..” 

you replied with a smile. you sighed and pressed a deeper kiss to his lips before pulling back to rest your cheek on his chest. as you closed your eyes, you listened to the rhythm of his breathing and the steady beat of his heart, which quickened in response to your closeness.

© all work is written by @aesiva , do not repost, rewrite, translate or claim my work as yours.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This looks like a gorgeous home. It was built in 1997 in Oregon City, OR. 4bds, 3ba, $1.875.

A babbling brook at the front door. Ah, but the owner had a vision. Check out the inside.

The entrance has a floating staircase and 144,000 lbs. of basalt columns.

So, this looks like a water feature under the stairs, but I can't make out what's in that strip under the stairs. Looks like they decoupaged some magazine pages.

According to the description, the rocks were meticulously placed.

Mini cave to the dining area.

This doesn't appeal to my senses. A cool rock cave that leads to a bland, gray, dated dining room. Bleh.

The openings to the rooms kind of remind me of mines. In the living room there's a large stone fireplace and bring your trains, b/c there are elevated tracks hanging from the ceilings.

There's a mural in the dinette and a high open window to the kitchen, for some reason.

There are too many unnecessary stairs in this house. With all the natural elements, I don't know why they painted the family room rose.

The kitchen's nice. I like the counters. It's kind of angular, but I like the simulated brick oven.

You will notice that, for some reason, this home has lots of windows in the walls.

Here comes the train over the pool room. Reminds me of Mr. Rogers creepy ass trolley.

Is that real moss on the rocks?

This is weird. These stair railings are mission style. Look at the built-in drawer on the left and the little door. Some cool, but odd, features.

What is up with all the windows? This one in the primary bedroom has shutters. There's a lot of built-in furniture, too.

The en-suite has a glass block shower.

The basement isn't finished, but has a nice twig display.

Looks like there's a wood shop.

Large back yard with a patio, decks, and hot tub.

22.75 acres of land. This private road leads to an outbuilding.

This is beautiful. You could actually crawl inside that tree stump like some kind of hobbit.

Someone carved this tree.

This building has great potential to be a 2nd residence.

Gorgeous Oregon views.

The 22.75 acre property is gorgeous. Lots of possibilities.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/22091-S-Ridge-Rd-Oregon-City-OR-97045/48279634_zpid/

[daydreams-after-dark]

Private Show | minsung x fem!reader | version.2

You're a dancer at an exclusive establishment where you perform for kpop idols in masks. Two strangers are after a specific kind of private show from you.

v.1 here. v.2 is the unhinged version.

cw: unprotected vaginal and anal sex, drinking, anonymous sex, threesome, butt plugs, restraints, name calling, praise, double pen same hole, creampie, blow jobs, dom minho and jisung, sub reader.

You knew that drinking at work would only make you horny and lose your inhibitions, but you were willing to take the risk.

The time had come for your private performances, and tonight you had your favourite setting; the boudoir. You led your two clients into the room, closing and locking the door.

You weren't supposed to lock the door (why there was even a lock there at all you didn’t know), but you locked it nonetheless. That way no one could see you enjoy a glass of wine (or whatever else you decided to drink) while you put on your show.

“Please, sit.” You gestured to the two tub chairs at the foot of the bed. The two men did as you asked and settled themselves in the chairs.

You knew the men were young, from the way they moved. Plus most of the clients were idols. It was a place they could come to enjoy themselves and remain anonymous. The masks they wore concealed the two men’s features, and all you could see were their dark, lustful eyes peering out, and their lips. Fuck their lips looked irresistible.

“Would you like a drink?” you asked with a low, sultry voice as you wheeled the drink trolley closer to them.

They nodded and you poured two glasses of whisky and one glass of sparkling wine.

They were dressed in dinner suits and bucket hats. The hats absolutely did not match their clothes or the theme of the venue, but they did hide their hair and foreheads entirely.

As you passed the glasses to them your fingers brushed theirs, sending electricity through you. Who were these men before you?

Three of you downed your drinks within moments and you found herself immediately pouring more. On the third round of drinks, the taller of the two men grabbed your wrist as you handed him his drink. It took you by surprise when he leaned in close to your ear and whispered “Show us a special dance no one else has seen? Just for us?”

You bit your lip deviously. You found that request rather thrilling if you were being honest with yourself.

You looked to the other man, the shorter one, his mouth hung open and he was covering the front of his trousers with his hand. Was this man turned on already?

“Hmm. A private dance just for the two of you?” While you pretended to think it through, you poured yourself another glass of wine and perched on the end of the bed.

Fuck, the two men were deliciously built, and they gave off an energy that turned you on. Your core ached. You were wet. You could feel your lace underwear sticking to your folds. You decided you were going to give them the show of their lives.

You proceeded to give them each a lap dance. You could feel their eyes on you. Lustful, hungry eyes.

The taller one gripped your wrist again, pulling you into his lap. “I think you can do better than this.” He whispered deadly.

“Well, what did you have in mind? You must have some idea what you want to see.” you replied.

The man chuckled. “Oh there is something I’ve been dying to see. For so long.” He stroked the skin of your chest, just above the bulge of your breast. “I want to see you filled up with our cocks.” His fingers stilled, his piercing eyes made your breath catch in your throat. You bit your lip and your pussy clenched at just the mere thought of having these two strangers stuffing you full of cock.

You looked to the other man, the shorter one. He was almost shaking with lust too. They really wanted you this bad, huh? You were tipsy, but not drunk. You still had coherent thought, although the way they were making you fee right now you were quickly losing any sense of self control.

“You really wanna see that, huh?” You leaned in close to his ear.

The shorter man was on his knees on the floor beside you, fingertips slowly making their way up your stay up stockings. “We wanna see you be our good little fuck toy.” he said low.

“If you agree to this, we take control. Got that?” The man you were sitting on said. “We do whatever we want.” His mouth brushed your ear.

“And do you know what we want to do most?” The man on the floor whispered whilst still drinking in your leg. He looked up. “Make you feel good.” He said flatly. “Will you let us?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in your response. The pair smiled darkly.

“Safe word’s whiskey. Now go bend over the end of the bed.” The taller man instructed.

You stood on wobbly feet. It wasn’t like you to feel unsteady. It wasn’t the alcohol, but arousal making you feel weak and submissive.

They watched you as you stood at the foot of the bed. A hand on your back pushed you forward face first into the mattress, your ass hanging over the edge.

“Fuck!” you heard one of them whisper under their breath. Then your ruffle mini skirt was flipped up revealing your red lace thong.

“Red. My favourite.” And a hand came down and slapped you on the cheek. You gasped and a smile appeared on your face. This was thrilling.

“Look how fucking perfect her ass is. Grrr.” Hands squeezed, smacked and jiggled your fleshy ass, and you could do nothing but lay there and let them.

“Let’s get this thong off her, Hyung.” Fingers hooked into the tiny string waistband of your underwear and was yanked down your legs in one rough move.

You knew the moment they saw it. You heard their breath hitch and the murmuring of “fuck” and “slut”. The round handle of the silver butt plug was on display for the two strangers. You let out a little, desperate whimper.

“Look at you, hmm. It’s like you knew you needed to prepare yourself for us tonight.” It was the older, taller man who spoke. His voice was more measured and intentional than the other man, and he had a hint of condescendence in his tone.

“Did you plan to be fucked tonight? Do you let other men fuck you like this?” He asked whilst delivering harsh slaps to your ass.

“No… no one else… ever.” It was true. You'd never let yourself do something like this before.

“I wanna tie her up, Hyung.” The shorter, the younger of the pair, said, and you were suddenly moved to standing.

They stood you against the post of the four-poster bed frame, and with the rope that tied the the bed curtain to the post, they tied your hands above your head, securely to the post.

The younger man was on you. You could only see his mouth and barely his eyes. The rest of his face discreetly and cleverly concealed. His breath smelled like the alcohol, hot on your neck. He seemed familiar. Did you know him? Has he been here before? How long has he wanted this moment?

His hand edged under your skirt, his fingers slipped straight through your wet folds. You gasped. Fuck you were ready. The man in front of you knew it too. With his free hand he’d managed to release his cock. He smirked when he saw your eyes fixed on his throbbing, leaking member. He whispered so deep and so sexy into your ear. “You want this deep in your cunt, huh?”

You nodded.

“Words, kitten.” The other man said from the side. He seemed to be just watching, observing for now.

“I want it. I want your cock.” you whispered. The man lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him as he slammed into you. His cock felt big, the stretch satisfying. He dug his fingers into your thighs as he railed into you. His lips found yours. He was rough, but passionate. It was like he’d been waiting for this moment forever.

You felt the other man approach from the side and start exploring, inspecting, your body. His fingertips drifting down under your ass to grasp the butt plug. He licked the side of your neck while the other man buried his face into the other side, scratching you with his mask. You could feel herself losing your sense of what was happening, and allowed yourself to just enjoy what was unfolding.

The man tugged at the plug making you groan. You wanted to hold onto something to ground yourself, but you couldn’t with your hands tied the way they were. He kept teasing you, pulling the plug out part way, and then pushing it back inside. You moaned loudly.

“If you think that feels good, wait till my cock's in there.” He growled and started to fuck you slowly with the plug.

The sensations were too much. The man fucked you with his cock so relentlessly and the extra stretch of the plug dragging in and out of you was sending you over the edge. “I’m gonna come.” you choked.

“Fuck!” The man inside her cried when he felt your walls pulse around him. “I’m fucking coming too.” He grunted and emptied himself in you.

“My turn.” The older man stated. You glanced over to him. He’d gotten naked at some point, (although still in a bucket hat and mask), whereas the younger was still fully dressed.

He swapped places with the man who’d just cum inside you, and now he was fucking you just as fast, but less frantically. He rolled into you in such a way that hit that sensitive spot inside you. You watched the man’s mouth as he kept thrusting into you. It hung open in awe, his lips so kissable. You imagined how they'd taste, how they’d feel to bite into.

“You’re doing so well for us pretty girl. Think you can come again, this time for Min-“ The older man shot the younger a look, cutting off his sentence.

Two more thrusts and you came again, and so did the man inside you, mixing his semen with the previous man’s.

He pulled out, cum leaking from you almost immediately, and the younger man was back, kneeling at your feet catching as much cum as he could in his mouth and licking the rest off your thighs.

“We’re going to tie you up again, babydoll. Up on the bed.”

You did as you were instructed, climbing up onto the bed, with the men pulling and tugging the rest of your lingerie off along the way.

You laid down on your back, head on the plush pillows. The younger man discarded his clothing, and climbed up to hover above you. His broad shoulders, toned stomach and slim waist set your insides on fire. But what made you melt into a puddle was they way he spoke to you. The way he whispered in your ear, it made you quiver. This man had a bedroom voice if ever she heard one.

“Are you doing okay, pretty baby?” He whispered.

You reached up and ran your finger along his lips, and he dipped his head to kiss you. His tongue caught yours and you tried to wrap your legs around his trim frame. But you couldn’t because the other man had taken one of your legs, pulling it wide and tying it with another rope tie. He went around the other side of the bed and did the same to your other leg.

“I fucking love how flexible you are. Look at you, doing the splits like that… so exposed to us.” He said admiring his work.

He climbed up onto the bed and nestled in next to the younger man to inspect your pussy. He kissed your inner thigh that was still sticky with their cum. “So fucking sexy.” He growled and bit into your thigh, then crawled up beside your face and pushed his cock into your mouth. “That’s it, kitten. Let me fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours. ”

He fucked your face harshly while the other was delicately devouring you from below with his mouth and fingers.

“Is this what you imagined would happen when you brought us in here and locked the door? It is, isn’t it?” He pushed his cock further into your throat making you gag, then pulled out to kiss your mouth roughly. “I’m gonna give you everything you dare to imagine in that slutty little head of yours. You know that don’t you sweetheart?”

“Come taste her.” The man below moved to lay up next to you taking your mouth with his, and the older wasted no time lifting his mask enough to dive between your legs and latch onto your clit. He really had done a good job of tying you up. You couldn't move and everything was on display and glistening just for him.

The younger took his attention to your breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, sucking the nipple.

“Please…fuck me again.” you cried. You were so desperate to have him inside you again.

They both took turns fucking you while you were tied up spread-eagled to the bed. They brought you to orgasm and filled you with their cum. You didn’t think you could take any more, yet you didn’t want to stop.

“You’re doing so good for us, baby. Perfect little fuck toy.” The younger praised her.

It was the older's turn again. “I wanna fuck your ass now.” He said as he untied you and pulled the plug from your ass and pushed himself inside you carefully. You cried out at the burn, but the way he moved was skilled and you relaxed around him. The pain quickly turned to an intense pleasure.

“Here, I know you like to prep yourself.” He threw the plug towards the other man. Who proceeded to push the toy inside himself with a sigh of relief.

The older man closed his eyes as he savoured the feeling of the moment, and the younger caressed you, whispering dirty words in that sexy voice.

“It’s time to fuck her at the same time.” The older abruptly pulled out without coming. It was like he had a sudden bright idea that he needed to try. He positioned himself on his back on the bed, using the pillows to achieve a semi reclined position.

“Come lay on me.” he pulled you onto him so your back was against his chest. “That’s it. Fuck…yes.” He hissed he pushed his cock into your sopping cunt.

“Let me hold your legs out of the way, make room for him.” The older said said gruffly.

The younger’s eyes widened. You bit her lip. Did he mean -?

“You're gonna be a good little kitten and let two strangers fuck your tight little cunt at the same time? Safeword?” His hand gripped your neck, the other the under your thigh and slamming his hips up into you.

“Yes! Fuck yes… please… I wanna try.” you whimpered.

His movement came to a stop. He turned your head to capture you in a deep kiss.

“Please...I wanna feel you both together.”

The younger hovered over you, dick in hand. He looked bewildered. “Min- Um… I’m not gonna fit…” His big eyes looked to how your pussy was already being stretched with his dick. Then he looked at your face. “Please.” you begged.

The younger took another moment to muster his courage, and the older lifted you halfway off his cock to try and help with positioning. You had never done this before, but you had been thinking about it for so long. You'd fantasised about it a lot that’s for sure.

The younger brought his cock close and began to, very slowly, very carefully push in alongside the other man’s dick. Everyone gasped. The stretch was beyond what you could’ve ever imagined. From the sounds the men were making, they’d never been squeezed so tight.

“Oh my… fuck… more… please… more.” you whimpered deliriously. Eventually the two men were inside you, fucking your cunt together. The intensity causing all three of you to make the loudest most obscene noises that you were sure that someone would come knocking down the door.

Your orgasm was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced in your life. Your entire body convulsed between the men. They held you and whispered praise to you as you rode out your high. They weren’t far behind. With a few cries of “fuck” and “I’m fucking coming”, the men released themselves, their semen mixing together deep inside you.

Afterwards, they wiped you down, carefully removing any semen from your body and handed you a glass of water. They held you gently while you basked in the most insane experience of your life.

“You were so fucking perfect, baby.” The younger man held you close like he didn’t want to let you go.

Eventually, they dressed themselves and left the room.

You got dressed too, slipping on a slinky evening dress, fixed your hair and made your way out the the main room where all the clients and entertainers were enjoying drinks and nibbles.

You looked across the room to see two young men in dinner suits, a drink in their hands. You knew them well. Jisung and Minho. As if sensing your stare, they both looked up and met your gaze. You blushed. Your insides were on fire. Minho winked and turned to go speak to someone, but Jisung's gaze lingered a little longer before he gave a you curt nod and joined his friend.

You smiled to yourself and went and mingled with the guests.

a/n: This was an updated version of a story i wrote about a year ago. i fucking forgot i wrote she was wearing a butt plug!!

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @chuuchuu1224 @fun-fanfics @wolfennracha @rhonnie23

[northsoulss]

dating you III - alessia russo

(a/n : here’s less’s part of the dating you series! hope u enjoy xoxo)

stolen glances across the field, electrifying touches. love sick stares reserved only for you. sappy smiles and words only in the comfort of your own home, warm embraces that make you feel like you finally found your forever home.

i. surprise bouquets of flowers in a neat bundle on the dining table was alessia’s love languge.

you trudge home, having had a bad day at your office job with your colleagues incessantly nagging you at every turn. you’ve been texting alessia all day, her comforting you whenever she had a break from training. to your surprise, you see her duffle bag at home, not expecting her to be home before you. you look up after taking off your shoes to see a bouquet of flowers on the table, and you swore your heart melted right there. you picked up the bouquet of your favourite flowers, and in between the petals sat a note written in alessia’s handwriting.

“for you. xoxo.” times like these made you glad you are dating her, your mood instantly perking up.

ii. intimate touches that drive you insane are common occurrences whenever you come back home to one another.

“hope you didn’t wait too long my girl.” she comes up from behind you while you sat at the dining table. her hands settle around your shoulders, pressing delicate kisses behind your ears. she smiles against your skin when she feels your skin get hot, your hands tightening around her wrist.

“i will always wait for you lovely.” you reply, your lips reaching hers softly.

iii. being a woman is difficult, and when you were on your period, your emotions were all over the place. creaking open the door, alessia sees you in a lump on the bed with the covers over your head. she sighs, walking slowly towards you and sitting on the bed. your sniffles are now louder, your voice hoarse as you spoke. “what do you want.” alessia prays that you wouldn’t kill her for doing this, but she slowly pulls the covers off, and to her surprise you don’t resist.

your eyes were bloodshot, tear stains on your cheeks, face flushed. her heart breaks for you, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “should i do a quick run to the store to get chocolate for you?” she knew you loved chocolate, especially when you were sad. you think, and quickly nod, kissing alessia’s palm as thanks. she smiles and leaves the room, making sure to do a quick turn to look at you once more before leaving for the store.

when she got back, she saw you on the couch, hugging one of the pillows watching your favourite show. “here babe.” she passes you the chocolate and you light up, finally smiling after an entire day of being lumped in the bedroom. she smiles too, happy to see your grin once more.

iv. doing groceries together was always filled with chaos and laughter. attached to the hip with alessia pushing the trolley, she makes a sudden stop when she sees a food she hates with a burning passion. “who would buy that? its so gross.” she cringes as she picks up the can, looking at it in distaste.

“other people like it less.” you say, clearly amused.

“blah, blah, blah, other people like it less-“ she rolls her eyes and says, “yeah i know.” she pitches her voice higher and mocks you, causing you to laugh loudly in the midst of an aisle. you slap her arm and she giggles, placing back the can. you two continue to shop, stopping once to pull her away from the frozen food section when she saw two tubs of ice cream on sale even though you have three at home.

v. you always supported her at games, and being on different teams, you made sure to watch her play no matter what. you were always the loudest to shout in the stadium, wanting to make sure she knows that you’re there. “i love you alessia russo!” you scream, not caring that people were staring at you like you grew a third head. hearing this, alessia’s head snaps around to find your voice, finding you seated next to her mum wearing arsenal colours. her face flushes pink and her grin grows wider, sending a wink your way. she knows that you’re her lucky charm, always doing better when you’re watching.

vi. late night talks on the balcony was your favourite thing to come back to do with her. having similar schedules, she often came back minutes after you put down your things at home. you two would lounge on the balcony, sipping tea and talking about how each other’s days went. it was a simple routine, but it always felt right, basking in her presence in the cool nightly breeze.

vii. sharing music playlists was your love language. you always joke with her that you swore certain songs had to be written about her, only to have her blush and elbow you in the arm. its around mid day when she recieves a text from you. her face lights up when she sees that it’s a link to a playlist you made for her.

“hey baby, i was just thinking about you and these songs came to mind. love you.”

she smiles harder looking through the songs, one in particular catching her eye. “silk chiffon..” she plays it and boy does she fold. it made her feel unbelievably warm, thinking of your concentrated face adding all these songs to the playlist. songs that reminded you of her. she makes sure to get you a bouquet of flowers on the way home just to thank you.

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[hypnolurker]

We All Moo For Ice Cream

It all started in the supermarket. Clara wheeled her trolley steadily through the endless aisles in her regular search for groceries. When she got to the frozen section, she recalled the recent hot and sweaty summer nights which had left her exasperated and drained. Here, she saw something both delicious and which could potentially provide a respite from the unbearable temperatures – ice cream. She eyed the various flavours and brands for a while, but one particular brand stuck out to her. The horny cow. Each tub had a picture of a cartoon cow with exaggerated horns and a visibly excited expression. They also featured rather odd flavour names, possibly copying the more popular Ben and Jerry’s practice of odd flavour names, but these were just even more confusing. ‘Big and Milky’, ‘Cow Feed’, ‘Soft and Serve’...what on earth were these crazy flavours?

However, all of Clara’s doubts were assuaged by the one all important factor, price. There was some kind of sale on horny cow ice cream and she could get 3 large tubs for the price of 1. Plus the price of a single tub was already stunningly cheap relative to the other brands. It may be some inferior knock off, but with this deal she had to at least give it a try! Clara decided to purchase one of each sort, since she had the 3 for 1 deal on her side, and chucked them into her trolley with a shrug. She would certainly be well stocked on ice cream for these hot summer days to come!

It was later that day when she actually tried the product. After shopping and some cleaning up she decided she had earned a rest and put on a classic old movie. Something she had seen many times before but it didn’t matter in the slightest. And what better reward to go with her film than some ice cream? She was only in a pair of shorts and a thin white t-shirt but she was still overheating and something cold and creamy was exactly what she needed.

She settled in on the couch and began watching as she opened up the tub. She still didn’t know what the flavours meant, so she picked one at random. Soft and Serve. It seemed the most normal sounding, and as she popped off the lid she could see the familiar light yellowish tint of a typical vanilla soft serve. Her spoon slid easily into the fluffy frozen treat and she brought it up to her lips with mild trepidation.

Moment of truth, it was cheap but was it bad? No! As she felt the soft cream melt into her tongue a charming burst of vanilla spread across her mouth and she gave a pleasant sigh as she swallowed happily. It was fantastic!

She gobbled down scoop after scoop as she watched her movie. Despite vanilla typically being a ‘boring’ flavour, this was anything but. It had the perfect balance of rich creaminess and sweet vanilla essence and she hungrily swallowed it down. She was eating it so fast that she experienced something that hadn’t happened since she was a child. Brain freeze.

As she shoveled spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth eagerly, she started to feel a cool tingle spread through her mouth and shoot through her teeth and up her face until it hit her head. She honestly couldn’t remember quite what brain freeze felt like, but this was surely it. Her whole head felt cool and her mind seemed to stop. She lost all focus on her movie for a while as she struggled to overcome the odd sensation. The icy chill which gripped her mind.

It wasn’t as bad as she recalled. Sort of relaxing even, but she wanted to concentrate on the film and so she tried to push past it. Yet, even as she felt her mind freeze up, she continued to hoist massive spoonfuls of ice cream to her lips and swallow them down without regard to the consequences. It was like she wasn’t even in control of herself anymore. Her head was cool and numb and her thoughts slowed and all she could think about was the creamy and delicious ice cream which kept melting on her tongue.

As this went on, her whole body seemed to cool and relax as well. She felt oddly weak, sinking deeper into the couch and even the spoon felt heavier as she continued to scoop and swallow. Getting down to the bottom of the tub now, and the name of this flavour kept dancing through her frozen head now. Soft and Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft…Serve…

By the time she had finished, she was completely lost as to where she was in the movie. She had also eaten quite a bit of ice cream, though she didn’t feel particularly full. Maybe because she had eaten it so quickly, or perhaps this was lower in calories? Whatever the case, her mind started to thaw and now she could go back to focusing on the movie.

But as she slowly regained her senses, she glanced at the now empty tub in her lap and read some text on the side.

‘Soft and Serve. Feel your strength and cares melt out of your body as this smooth and intense vanilla sensation makes you docile and subservient. When you finish this tub, make sure to try more of our fantastic flavours!’ it said.

Clara wrinkled her brow for a moment. Sort of an odd description...docile and subservient...though she certainly did seem to feel that way. Soft and weak and willing. Just waiting here to be told what to do. And of course, that order was right there in front of her. She would try more of the flavours. Yes, of course!

Almost in a trance, her mind not quite unfrozen, Clara wandered to the kitchen and grabbed another tub at random. Then she marched mindlessly back to the living room and slumped into the sofa to stare forward as if watching the film, though her mind was still too sluggish and relaxed to actually follow the plot. She simply watched the colours shift and flicker across the screen as she opened this tub and dug in.

This flavour was Big and Milky and it was a pure white colour. When the first spoon hit her tongue, she recognized the flavour and smiled. Coconut! Big and Milky, it made sense now. She giggled softly as she swallowed it down.

Just like the last tub, it tasted amazing! It was light and creamy and made her shiver with joy. She liked it even more than the last, and wasted no time in stuffing her face with it. Her spoon shaved delicate white peels of ice cream much like pieces of coconut and she eagerly scooped them into her mouth and felt waves of delight with each mouthful.

Once more, her mind froze over and all thoughts became encased in a wall of ice as she fell into a loop of scooping and swallowing. Her movements grew more sluggish and robotic, but she continued nonetheless, gobbling it down greedily.

Meanwhile, Clara had not yet noticed a rather peculiar change that was happening. It was gradual enough to be nearly imperceptible, but as the minutes rolled on the effects became more and more undeniable. Her breasts were swelling.

They started at a reasonable C cup, but by the time the dazed and delirious Clara noticed something was odd they had gained a whole cup size. Her breasts felt heavier, and they tingled slightly. She groaned around another spoon of addictive coconut cream as she forced her cold and useless brain to figure out what was happening.

She had lazily eaten several more spoonfuls before she finally realized that her breasts had actually grown. Once it dawned on her, it seemed so obvious. They were pushing up against her previously loose t-shirt more and more as she felt them continue to swell. She was sort of glad she hadn’t been wearing a bra that day.

At the same time as the soft breast tissue was swelling and her chest ballooned, the tingling got stronger. She moaned softly between mouthfuls of ice cream as she felt them becoming more sensitive and tender. Her nipples even stiffened and swelled like her breasts, until they were poking boldly through her top, making her swollen chest much more obscene.

At this point she was an E cup and her top was very constrictive. She managed to put down her spoon for long enough to tug the tight tee over her head and fling it across the room. The feeling of the silky material brushing her tender and puffy nipples as it was removed made her squirm and become flushed as it sent sparks of pleasure through her chest and directly to her crotch.

After that, she had one hand holding the spoon and the other on her chest, fondling her ever swelling breasts as she continued to mindlessly consume the product which was so clearly altering her. Deep down she was concerned as to what was happening to her, but those concerns were utterly frozen by her brain freeze. In her state she was only capable of eating and swelling and squeezing and moaning.

When her breasts reached F cup, her hand gave one breast a firm but playful squeeze and she was shocked to feel a surge inside it as something spurted forth from her hard nipple. Droplets of white milk dribbled out afterwards as she groaned and circled her thumb over her nipple, feeling the jolt of pleasure as well as the wetness of her milk coating her thumb.

She brought her thumb to her mouth instead of the spoon for a second and tasted her creamy lactation. To her surprise it tasted just like the ice cream. Yet her brain was too frozen to mull on that thought. Instead she continued brainlessly toying with her nipples and kneading her chest as more milk flowed out. Each surge of liquid which dribbled messily down her chest brought a wave of arousal and satisfaction. All the while she was spooning ice cream into her mouth.

When she reached the bottom of this tub, she was in quite the state. Her breasts had expanded to an incredible G cup and a trail of milk trickled down her chest whilst at the same time her jaw hung open as she drooled a mixture of spit and melted ice cream past her lips and down her chin. Her mind was now taking longer to thaw and she couldn’t stop rubbing and massaging her fat tits and writhing in joy.

In a total daze, she once again glanced to the tub, entirely uninterested by the movie which had long since become background noise. This tub had a similar message on the side.

‘Big and Milky. Coconuts are big and milky, just like your swollen udders will be after you finish this tub of creamy coconut ice cream. Don’t forget to try our other flavours next!’

“Big and Milky...swollen udders...” she mumbled as she read the tub.

Now she was topless, leaking milk and drooling with her crotch growing just as damp as her swollen udders. But she still managed to stumble back to the kitchen for the final tub. After strolling back to the couch, drops of milk splashing carelessly to the floor along the way, she began her final tub.

This was her favourite flavour. The label called it Cow Feed but she recognized the chocolate taste the instant it hit her tongue. She shivered and raised the tub to her face and began to hungrily and frantically froce more and more of it past her lips.

The brain freeze this time was more potent and faster. It could have been the way she was eating it or the fact that her head was already assaulted by the utter numbness of continual brain freeze, but she didn’t care. She had long since grown used to it. It was just like her mind wasn’t there. She didn’t need it anyway. She just needed more of this wonderful ice cream.

Between desperate shoveling her hips grinded into one of her cushions and her inflated udders bounced mesmerizingly as she humped and jiggled and swallowed like a stupid and greedy cow. Moans became more sultry and slowly morphed as she continued.

“Mmmmm, Oooooohhh….mmmmmoooooo….mooooo….moooo….” she cooed with a dopey expression.

She hadn’t even noticed her moans transforming into moos. More and more, every piece of her mind was being reshaped as she willingly ate it up like the happy head of cattle she was soon becoming. Humping and leaking and mooing. Her mind was fading away as all that ice cream went straight to her head.

She finished this tub even faster than the others. By the time she was done, she barely knew where she was or even what she was. She knew she was horny. She knew her udders were heavy and full of milk and she wished they could be pulled and pumped properly. She knew her mind was frozen and she didn’t want it to unthaw. She wanted to keep eating lovely ice cream and leaking and mooing.

Then she noticed something on this tub.

‘Cow Feed. Eat it and feel your old thoughts fade as you become what you were always meant to be...a horny cow! Want more ice cream? Call us on 0842XXXXXX for delivery.”

Clara clumsily stumbled over to the phone and after a few attempts, managed to type in the number.

“Hello, horny cow ice cream, how can I help you today?” a friendly man answered.

“M-moooooooo!” was the first thing Clara said.

The man chuckled softly before responding “Ah, looking for delivery huh. We will send our people right away. Can you tell me your address?” he asked patiently.

It took some work for Clara to give the man her address. Her mind was a soft and frozen mush, like ice cream. She was just a dumb and dopey pair of udders. The whole time had one hand on her sloppy pussy, rubbing and fingering her folds as she spoke to the man, or tried to. Her moans and moos were obvious and constantly interrupting not just her speech but her own thoughts.

However, the man was patient and kind and helped the silly cow along the way. He also reassured her that everything would be fine and their people would arrive soon. She only hung up when she heard her doorbell ringing.

Opening the door eagerly, the two men who had arrived stared in awe at the woman who answered. Massive udders exposed and covered in trails of milk, she had one hand pinching her nipples and the other was under her shorts, working her slick slit as she gawked brainlessly at them.

Clara expected them to deliver ice cream to her, but instead they strapped a collar with a bell to her neck and led her outside. On the collar it read her name, or her new name as it would be. ‘Clarabelle’. The man she had spoken to must have taken liberties with her name after she told him. Not that Clarabelle actually cared. She stumbled forward, guided by the men to a trailer where she was pushed inside. Once inside she fell to her knees and she was too clumsy and dumb to stand back up.

There, she saw a few other women like her. Well, they didn’t exactly look like women anymore. With their enormous udders dangling from their chests and their dull and dimwitted expressions...plus the collars with bells which jangled as they crawled around on all fours. These were clearly livestock. Soft and curvy cows to be milked and bred.

Clarabelle was right at home. She mooed happily as the trailer sped away towards her new life.

[jungkwok]

wednesday | grocery shopping | jjk fluff

masterlist | SEVEN

monday | tuesday | wednesday | thursday | friday | saturday | sunday

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pairing: jungkook x y/n

tags: husband!jungkook x wife!reader, domestic, fluff, suggestive ending

word count: 369 words

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You walk through the fresh produce section of the grocery store, Jungkook wheeling the shopping trolley behind the two of you. “What do you want for dinner tonight?” you ask, turning around to see him smirking at you, “Why are you looking at me like Jeon Jungkook?”

“We both know that I’m going to be the one cooking,” he responds, eyes twinkling with amusement, “What would you like today?”

“Could you please make me the noodles from last week?” you ask, leaning forward on the trolley to look up at your husband with that pleading look you knew he could never deny. 

“You mean the ‘Bulguri’ noodles? Of course I can make that for you, but we already have those ingredients at home babe, why did we come all the way to the store?” Jungkook laughs as he ruffles your hair, grinning in satisfaction at your pouting face, “Why don’t we get some ice cream instead?”

Eyes lighting up in excitement, you head towards the frozen section, Jungkook trailing behind you. You immediately reach for your favourite ice cream, melting his heart with your wide smile as you place the tub inside the trolley. 

“Which one do you want?” you ask, browsing the colourful selection of ice creams, not noticing Jungkook approaching behind you. Before you knew it, your husband wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on the crook of your shoulder that he knew so well. 

“This one,” Jungkook speaks into your ear while poking your cheek, his hot breath sending an electric current down your spine. You can practically see him smiling into your neck as you blush. 

Not being one to lose, you abruptly turn around, checking that the aisle was empty before pulling him close towards you with the collar of his hoodie until your noses are touching.

“Maybe I’ll let you have a taste if you’re a good boy until we get home,” you whisper, his eyes slightly widening as the corners of his mouth curl into his ridiculously attractive smirk. He pulls you closer to him by your waist, your head now on his chest; his heartbeat quickens, betraying the false confidence on his face. You smile. 

“Can’t wait, princess.”

[ninyard]

Sharing my AFTG thought of the day:

I feel like when Andrew & Neil go grocery shopping Andrew sits criss cross apple sauce in the trolley and points at what they need as Neil slowly pushes him around the store.

("What they need" is like five tubs of ice cream and a bottle of whiskey, their freezer is full of Andrew's treats and they have like two things in their fridge).

Blurry photos of Neil pushing a very short person in a hoodie around the grocery store do the news outlet rounds like 'NEIL JOSTEN'S SECRET CHILD?'

Nobody in the store says anything bc five foot tall, in the trolley, silently demanding ice cream, hood covering their face. Obviously that's just a kid?

this cracks me up, it’s like one of those media scandals that literally nobody cares about in the real world or that matters at ALL. some glossy magazine or TMZ videos of Neil Josten Grocery Shopping with Secret Child?

funniest thing would be imagining the speculation as to who the mother is. Allison Reynolds Neil Josten SECRET LOVE CHILD? hilarious

[rowretro]

𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: harassment

✧taglist✧:  @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07 

✧CHAPTER 8✧

It hasn’t been too long since the kidnapping, and now the only issue trapped in Riki’s hands was the baby issues. Adoption, weekly checks, etcetera, etcetera. He was 18, and therefore it was legal for him to have the baby around. As far as they’re concerned, you and Riki are a happy, healthy couple, who have the perfect environment for a baby. Though one thing was hitting him around the head. Seeing her with Sungchan.

It seems over these days, Sungchan had noticed that y/n and Riki are living together, and so he used this as his leverage, acting all innocent, and sweet boy around y/n… Pissing of Riki in the process. He’s not jealous, god he hates that girl why would he be?. He just doesn’t want anyone else being affected by his clash with a mob. He genuinely hates it, the 2 people he hates with his heart, smiling together. Maybe that’s what’s pissing him off

“Y/n where you off to?” Riki asked, eying her, her hair done in 2 butterfly buns, clothes a little too good to just go to the shops or run an errand “Just going to buy some groceries… Stay and look after the baby kay?” the girl said with a smile. Before she could leave, Riki held her wrist, pulling her back.  “No wait for us, Im bringing the baby, we can together.” He coldly said as the girl shrugged. She didn’t bother questioning him as it was reasonable why he wouldn’t want her going out alone.

The girl dressed the baby as they waited for Riki, and it didn’t take too long for him to get ready, but when he came out the girl’s jaw dropped. “You are NOT wearing that. You own a million hoodies and you choose one similar to MINE?!!!” she yelled as Riki scoffed “jeez you aren’t that special. I just threw on the first thing I got. Now get your ass up and let’s go” He simply said, smirking as he walked away. His trousers were similar to her skirt, his skeletal rib hoodie practically matching with the skeletal butterfly one she wore. This can’t be a coincidence.

Oh how bad the girl wanted to rip that smug smirk off of his face, everytime some people walked by, eyeing them and complimenting them “They’re such a cute couple” “their baby is so adorable” Riki just wished Sungchan was there to see them right now, the look on his face. The baby suddenly whined, picking her arms up at Riki. The male sighed and picked her up. “Why me? Why not the annoying one???” Riki asked the baby with a pout as she just snuggled Riki, staring up at him. When the male’s eye’s met the baby’s, she smiled shyly hiding her face in his chest.

As Riki walked around the store, following y/n with the baby in his hand, the girl threw in the necessary things “Riki can you go get some ice cream? My usual.” She simply said as he sighed, carrying the baby as he went to the Ice cream aisle. “I have to get mint choco icecream for an annoying girl. With a baby in my hands, why did my life come to this?” he mumbled as the baby placed her hand on his lips, smacking them. “Jeez- ok I’ll shut up m’lady” he said as he opened the freezer with one arm.

The girl was just going through her shopping list, placing necessary items in the trolley. “Why is it so fucking high?” she mumbled to herself, trying to reach for the honey bottle. Seeing her struggle, a random male came up to her, hand going up from her waist to her stomach, under the sweater, as he got the honey for her. y/n flinched as she frowned at him “What was that for?!!” she asked as she frowned at him “what I was just getting your honey-” “n-no- you touched my waist!” The girl confronted the male scoffed.

“Wow, the audacity to blame me, everyone here saw. I was only helping you. Don’t be too full of yourself.” the man said as y/n just frowned at him, she looked around, feeling embarrassed as the others started gossipping. Around that time, Riki arrived at the scene with the baby, placing 3 tubs of ice cream in the trolley. “Wow. quite audacious of you to think you can touch any girl that’s standing alone and expect her not to react.” He simply said.

He wrapped a protective arm around y/n’s waist, pulling her into his embrace. “Fucking apologize to my wife or else.” Riki warned, glaring at the man as he bowed, apologizing to her before rushing off elsewhere. Y/n would’ve turned around and screamed at him for pulling such a stunt, but how could she when he practically just saved her from shame? Maybe Riki isn’t so awful after all…  

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

[toomuchracket]

thinking about d word matty surprising girlie with a beach vacation to escape the january london hell weather…. homemade sangria, reading hot girl books by the pool until matty inevitably gets bored so u go skinny dipping to shut him up… thoughts 🤔

it's like you knew i was just about to post that i'm absolutely fucking freezing... the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table on your laptops, your teeth audibly chattering despite the heating being on, and matty's like "babe can you look at this for me? and tell me yes or no?" - you agree, he slides the laptop over, and you see he's on the website for a really nice villa in tenerife, hovering over booking it for check-in in two days' time. you look at him like "serious?", and he nods, and you just BEAM and say "yes. please!" so he books it then and there lol. you cheer when the confirmation for the villa and the flights comes through, and matty laughs and tugs you onto his lap for a hug; you kiss his cheek and say "thank you. m'excited. and looking forward to being warm", and he's like "warm enough to go in the pool and everything". at that, you go "oh!" and stand up, tugging matty behind you like "c'mon" - he's like "whoa babe where's the fire? what are we even doing?", and you smile like "picking out bikinis and swimsuits for me to pack". matty blinks, then scoops you up and speeds towards your bedroom like "ok yeah the haste is necessary" lol, and the next hour is just you torturing him by trying on all your swimwear and not letting him touch you (but you make it up to him. and thank him for treating you to a holiday lmao). anyway, the flight out is good, and the villa is gorgeous - so private, with a hot tub and a massive pool - and once you unpack you go for a little drive for some dinner and to do some food shopping. matty looks at you questioningly when you add two full boxes of wine into the trolley, but he giggles when you're like "what? i want to make sangria"; that's the first thing you do when you get back to the villa, and when matty tries it he's like "fuck me that is LETHAL. but it's good" lol. so yeah, you just get a bit tipsy and make out in the living room that night, and when you wake up feeling a bit tender the next morning you decide to just recover by the pool - matty sleeps it off (you periodically spray him with spf so he doesn't burn lmfao), and you drape yourself over the sun lounger and read your eliza clark book and have a smoke. you're lying on your stomach when matty wakes up, and he moves his lounger next to yours so he can rest his head on your ass with a contented sigh, and you just giggle and say "comfy?" but continue to read your book; he starts kissing and rubbing your bare skin, hoping to get a reaction out of you, but you just hum and say "feels nice" and keep reading. it isn't until he's fully straddling the back of your thighs, kissing up your spine, and sliding his hands under your bikini top to hold your tits that you put the bookmark in the book and lay it on the ground - you're like "you want my attention?", and matty's in your ear like "yeah, m'bored, wanna spend time with you", and you're like "alright. let me stand up, then". matty obliges, shuffling to sit on your lounger, and he smiles when you stretch and reach around to undo the tie keeping your top on like "fuck, baby, you're so hot"; his jaw drops when you undo the ties on your bottoms and jump into the pool, but he grins again when you beckon him over with your index finger and a wink. you laugh when he cannonballs into the water, and the two of you have a little kiss, which turns into a makeout session, which turns into - you guessed it - pool sex. and that's basically the itinerary for the rest of your week away: riling matty up by wearing exclusively swimwear (he's like "these bikinis are so easy to take off god i wish you could wear them all the time", and you're like "yeah but we'd get nothing done except each other lol"), and fucking until you're exhausted. basically, the perfect holiday <3

[eriquin]

WIP Weekend

Make me write. (Tagged by @vthx, thank you!)

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP!

👑 Crown of Thorns

🚋 The Trolley Problem

🔮 The Oracle of Roane County

🐈‍⬛ Cat's in the Cradle

👹 Silver Ogre

Also tagging: @inairbinad, @beenherewaytoolong, @16woodsequ, @anonymousdandelion, @momotonescreaming

Snippet from 👑 Crown of Thorns behind the cut, with warning for some mention of blood.

He shook his head. “No, I nicked myself. And then, I, uh...” He looked at the finger wrapped up in gauze. The whole thing felt phenomenally stupid now. “I wanted to see if I could make it stop. I didn’t mean to make it all stop.” 

Steve rolled his eyes and started cleaning everything up. “Can you, like, make it go again?” he asked, gesturing at the bloodied bandages. 

Eddie stared at his fingers. “I dunno,” he mumbled. “Maybe.” He tried to concentrate, but his head hurt. 

Steve grabbed the stool and gestured for him to scoot over. With a little bit of maneuvering, they got him sitting in the tub, on the stool, and he leaned over to put his head between his knees. He heard the water in the sink running and the next thing he knew, there was a cool washcloth pressed to the back of his neck. He shivered and pushed it away. “Too cold.”

“Sorry, man,” Steve said. “You looked like you had a headache. This usually helps with mine.”

Eddie looked up. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just...” Another full-body shiver ripped through him. “I’m a mess right now.” 

He nodded and went back to the sink. Turning on the hot water tap, he held his fingers under it until it warmed up. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then. Come on.” He grabbed a towel off the rack and draped it over Eddie’s shoulders.

“No, man, it’s fine,” he said, trying to push it off. “I’m just going to get your nice towels all gross.”

“I’ve got a washer and bleach, Munson. It’s fine.” He pulled the towel back into place and crouched down in front of him to wash his face. 

[verdemoun]

I was at a party last night and two of the kids got told on for “trying to light Fritos on fire.” Inspired by this and your post about John and Arthur being absolutely stupid together, can we have some more scenarios of John and Arthur being idiots?

arthur in curious monkey brain fashion builds a potato cannon just to see if he can. in a shared lightbulb moment they both went 'bigger' while entirely forgetting they are in the suburbs and shooting a potato through the window with enough force to also put a hole in the opposite wall. and giving kieran a heart attack.

try to build a hot tub out of a few old oil drum and almost stew themselves.

john somehow talks arthur into getting in a trolley only to lose his grip on said trolley and send arthur speeding down a hill at unforeseen speeds. john is laughing that hard he's struggling to stand and arthur ends up stacking.

charles looking away for 5 seconds on a job and arthur is just awkwardly holding john's legs up while john uses an air nail gun to attach roof framing. having to remind himself to take a deep breath before calmly saying 'john turn off the nail gun then arthur please put him down carefully'

struggling to get the bbq going and both just 'add a little more lighter fluid. little more. little-' WHOOSH

everything somehow becomes much more flammable when the two of them are together. like rube goldberg lighting a cigarette with a match, ash falls into trail of leaves and while they're trying to stomp it out the match they flicked away has spontaneously re-ignited and a tree went up like a dead christmas tree. just giving up standing smoking watching it burn.

finding nerf guns and aiming exclusively at each others face or balls

[ratnurse]

My ward mates at the short stay unit of the hospital included: a lady who tried to take three tubs of custard (off other people's trays) from the meal trolley; a man who kept "accidentally" pressing his call button until the nurses turned it off; and a lady who alternated between moaning "I want to go home" and ripping the loudest farts imaginable for many hours

[wiredaughter]

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@augustwritingchallenge day one: canon divergence

To Take Care

stacey ehrmantraut/lydia rodarte-quayle ♡ postcanon ♡ prerelationship ♡ lydia lives ♡ 1,415 words ♡ ao3

Anything else you can say about her, Lydia is a professional. She's made the work/life-of-crime balance work for her all day, every day. She's smart, analytical and follows the variables of every situation so, naturally, when time came to get rid of Mike she gathered all the pertinent information. His dead son, his daughter in law and granddaughter. A quick calculation told her they would be alright. They're not, as Mike says, in the game; and he's sure to have an allocation set aside for them. So she makes the call.

Things spiral from there, from Mike killing her assassin just to bite it later to Madrigal coming under investigation, her dealings with the Third Albuquerquean Reich and the whole Heisenberg affair. Not good. And then there's the matter of her two-week stint in the ICU, obviously. Walt himself, through his irresistible drive to gloat, is the reason she gets to look back on it at all. And look back she does.

She's managed to play Walt's attempt on her life off as him becoming more erratic and bringing the proverbial stick rather than the carrot to get her into the fold, after identifying the poison. She's out of the hospital with a decent amount of PTO for her troubles and ready to spend it catching up with Kiira. And yet, no matter what puzzle or game they get up to, by some misguided association her attention wanders to Kylee Ehrmantraut time and time again, and by extension, her mother.

Chalk it up to her reconciliation with her own mortality or some lingering guilt for her role in Mike's death, she wants to do something about it. Figures it can't be easy to keep afloat on a nurse's pay as a widow after losing both the house and Mike himself. Nevermind the ongoing investigation. Said ongoing investigation tells her it's best to keep her distance, so she decides on a care package.

Easier said than done. She's never been the type to put together Christmas hampers for his employees, she'd rather buy them prepackaged. She toys with the idea of doing as much this time, but it seems too impersonal for something she's choosing to do herself. So she ambles through the supermarket trying to find items that are both useful and unassuming but still comforting to some degree. Tea, of course. No matter how many times she's proven wrong she can't believe someone wouldn't like tea. She remembers the grueling shifts she saw the nurses pull when she was in the hospital and adds coffee to her trolley too. A scented candle is next, as cliche as it seems. She doesn't know what warm luxe cashmere is supposed to evoque, but she hopes Stacey likes it. Slowly but surely, more items join the pile. Peaches in syrup, graham crackers, lotions, a colouring book for her daughter - she curses, is eleven too old for colouring books? She gets it anyway, along with a few internet favourites. Even if Stacey doesn't like, say, bluetooth headphones or body scrubs, enough people suggest them online for it not to be weird; she reasons.

She sends it on the mail and, guilt assuaged, forgets about it easily. Until a couple of weeks later, seeing the Halloween decorations popping up on her way to work that is. Kiira loves the season, and she doesn't think Stacey's daughter is any different. So she gets a pumpkin basket and fills it with sweets and small toys. Stacey herself gets a tub of pumpkin spice mix. This time, she sends it to the post office via her assistant.

The next delivery is more targeted, considering they're well into Novermber and transplants tend to underestimate New Mexico winters. She gets a mother-daughter winter coat combo and hot cocoa, and for the first time hesitates on writing something to go with it. She doesn't know what would be adequate, so she doesn't. She hadn't wanted to send this with her assistant, unsure whether the look she'd received last time was actual suspicion or just her mind playing a trick on her, and now she pays the price seeing the post office closed for the day. But she knows their new address so she finds herself driving over.

She leaves it with the receptionist, sloppy for an expert on getting things from point A to point B, but it'll have to do. Because it's just her luck at this point, she passes Stacey on her way out. She acknowledges her with a short nod and hurries to her car.

Stacey's not entirely surprised at the parcel the receptioninst hands her, but she is when she learns she just missed the sender. She bites her lip. Kylee is with a neighbour and she should pick her up, be grateful and just accept not knowing, but she hesitates.

She didn't know what Matty's was going through at work; and then he was killed, Mike had a secret life under her nose and he was killed too. And she's had to do with what's left on both occasions. She needs to know what this is, and she finds herself running back out to the car the woman she saw as she came in just got into. She holds onto the door, prepares to knock on the window when it starts coming down by itself. Unsure whether to look thankful, bereft or any godgiven mix of both, she just blurts out:

'Who are you?'

The woman inside fixes the sunglasses she's wearing now both to drive and at night in a nervous gesture. 'My name is Danielle. I knew Mike.'

Of course. It all goes around, but she cannot find the anger the whole situation should elicit in her. On the other hand, she can never keep going without the truth. 'Were you- Do you know who killed him?'

'Walter White did.' Danielle's mouth furrows like trying to focus. 'And then I put him in the warehouse he died in.'

Stacey takes a step back so she's not leaning on the car. Exhales for about ten seconds straight. It really is all connected in the end, and she's again at the centre of it. She rises the parcel.

'What is this?'

'Winterwear.'

'Why? Why did you- Why are you doing this.'

Danielle seems to think about it, tilting her head this way and the other. 'I wanted to. Mike and I weren't friendly, but I know he'd like you both to- I think he'd...' She sighs, tense like a bowstring. 'Your daughter should be on a preteen growspurt, right?'

Stacey smiles despite herself. She should be worried that this stranger knows about Kylee, but she already knew that. And she'd accepted her gifts. Putting a face to it is as exhilarating as it is bemusing.

'Thank you.'

'It's nothing.' Danielle runs a hand through her hair and starts the car.

'I should invite you in-'

'I need to be elsewhere.'

That's almost rude, but Stacey is almost pitying to the other woman's nerves. She doesn't understand the world she moves in, but she seems too highstrung for it in a way.

'I'm making pork casserole on Sunday.' What is she doing? 'If you wanna drop by for dinner. Kylee could thank you for the jack-o-lantern?'

Danielle looks around, almost conspicuously, then leans out of the window. 'Are you going to tell the pollice? About me?'

Stacey shakes her head, wondering how she even brought herself to come by her place if she's this worried about it. 'I wanted whoever killed Mike locked in jail forever. This will do.'

Danielle leans out of the window even more, and Stacey leans in to hear her. 'My name isn't Danielle.'

Stacey didn't think real crime was like a bad spy flick, but she's willing to go with it. She gets even closer to stagewhisper her answer. 'The invitation stands, not-Danielle.'

Antiseptic and hospital cleaners and apricots, Lydia's brain registers on autopilot, along with wisps of blond hair escaping her hair clip and the faintest brush of her cheek when she speaks. Stacey's warm against the night air and slightly patronising and, what's worse, she's actually considering accepting. Then Stacey's pulling back and she doesn't have an answer yet but she's missing the touch and she's twisting to venture her hand out of the window.

'Shake on it?'

'Not going to the cops or the casserole?' Is she joking? Before Lydia can snap at that, she grabs her hand. 'Saturday night. Around seven?'