#aight nap time

[lady-quen]

What if I say I'm terrible and designing Numen's chest plumage like a cuckoo's because he was found in someone else's crib / replaced his adoptive mother's dead son, name and all :)

[vani-candy]

hi im ready for a nap after working on this!!!

[graveyarrdshift]

hello mates and ladies in my phone

[skxrbrand]

Something I’ve been meaning to do for a while: Actually map out the interior of Wyrm Skull. 

While the Upper jaw of the Skull juts out of the sand, much of the lower jaw is buried in it, so what one sees on approach is essentially several columns of teeth, the tallest of which are 40ish feet high. One can enter through the gaps between them, or towards the back near the mandible joint. The ground is sandy, though there is a harder, stony layer underneath it.

I’ve got some vague ideas of where Skarbrand’s few belongings are. His bedding is probably near the back of the skull. His Bone Throne probably somewhere in the center. Trophies hung up on the walls, like the Predator from predator. Maybe even scored into them-- the Skull is thick enough for Skarb to do a little digging...

Some of the Cervical Vertebrae probably houses some items of interest too. Then, on down for idk a mile or half a mile, you’ve got the various cultists and daemons who live within the ribs of the fossil. In total, it’s about 5-6 miles long I believe I said.

No rooms in the Skull. Yup, skarb has a studio apartment pretty much, but hey at least there’s no rent lmao

[bifairywife]

i want to read so much comics & webtoons and watch my silly cartoons and check out k-dramas & anime and get back to my childhood shows and write my silly fanfics and color in my colouring book and get back to reading books and maybe learn how to crochet but [passes out on the floor] college

[aceofspades-11b]

And somehow defying every law of space, time, magic and the entire fuckn space-time continum it ends up becoming 3 hours instead

[alienposadismo]

First off: Happy New Year, Guys Gals and NB Pals!

Second: So a NeoNazi gang leader tried to recruit me. Hilariously.

Yeah, for context, I celebrated New Years' Eve with my lil brother in the middle of Bulgaria (hyper conservative country), with all his friends who are all some degree of NeoNazi, salutes at Erika and all. Yes, I was in boymode, for obvious safety reasons. No, I didn't exactly have a choice.

So we vibe, drink and play on the PS5, and eventually the one dude that is clearly a gang leader of sorts, drunk outta his fucking mind, starts yapping about the potential he sees in me and how I am not like the others. You know, typical gaslighting shit. Thankfully, I managed to sway him off with ease and in a way that still had him maintain all his drunk-ass respect for me.

But yeah, out of all the people he could try and recruit, he picked the one that was secretly the thing he despised.

Always kinda funny how the supremacists are not exactly the most supreme people on Earth.

[silverwingborn-moved]

Time for morning preening. Silver still looks groggy as she runs her fingers through her feathers.

[azzifudd]

always on my mind

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: Azzi has just finished dinner with her grandparents when the call comes. 

Azzi is confused because it’s barely been three hours since she said goodbye to Paige at the airport as their families drove them home on their return to the states from Argentina. 

They’d spent nearly the entire plane ride talking, even when Azzi had really wanted to nap, so Azzi can’t imagine what more Paige has to say to her, but she picks up anyway.

rated: teen

2.4k words

disclaimer: fictional!

[AO3 Link]

Paige Bueckers (USA Basketball) Facetime

Azzi has just finished dinner with her grandparents when the call comes.

Azzi is confused because it’s barely been three hours since she said goodbye to Paige at the airport as their families drove them home on their return to the states from Argentina.

They’d spent nearly the entire plane ride talking, even when Azzi had really wanted to nap, so Azzi can’t imagine what more Paige has to say to her, but she picks up anyway.

“Hello?”

“Azzi!” Paige’s face is too close to the screen and all Azzi can see is the bridge of her nose and one clear blue eye.

“Hi…” There’s a moment of silence as Paige just stares at Azzi. “Did you need something?”

“Oh, um, yeah!” Paige perks up like she’s suddenly remembering that she’s the one who made the call. “I’m gonna be playing some pick up with my guy Jalen tomorrow and I was wonderin’ if you’d wanna come.”

Azzi notices then that Paige seems almost nervous. In all the weeks they’d spent together playing basketball, Azzi doesn’t think she’d seen Paige unsure of herself for even a second, but the way her eyes keep darting back and forth betrays her.

For a moment, Azzi wants to say no. She’s exhausted from the tournament and the nearly full day of travel it took to get to her grandparent’s house in Minnesota.

But then Paige pulls the camera back from her face and Azzi sees a sweet, uncertain smile on Paige’s face, and she can’t bear to disappoint her.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Paige seems surprised, but then she gives a little cheer and smiles so wide that Azzi blushes under the strength of it. “Aight! Cool!”

“Cool!” They sit in silence for an awkward moment, glancing around until they make eye contact through the cameras and begin to giggle.

“Who’s that?” Azzi asks, when they settle down. She points at the screen past Paige to the wall behind her.

“It’s Kyrie, he’s my favorite player.” Paige tilts her phone, showing a wall filled with posters of different NBA players, but mostly of this particular one.

“Oh, who does he play for?” Azzi asks, though she has to admit she doesn’t actually care. For some reason, she just doesn’t want to hang up yet.

“You don’t know Kyrie Irving?!” Paige sounds almost offended at the thought.

“Not really,” Azzi replies, with a shrug. “I don’t watch a lot of NBA.”

“Bruh, I gotta educate you.” Paige settles back on her bed, pulling out her iPad and opening Youtube. “We’ll start with the 2016 Finals.”

They stay up talking until after midnight. Azzi still doesn’t know much about Kyrie Irving, but she learns a lot about Paige Bueckers, and it changes everything.

//

“Azzi! Dinner’s ready!” Katie calls from the kitchen. Azzi has been spending almost all her time, outside of school, training and practice, holed up in the basement doing God knows what lately. It’s not quite like her daughter, who usually spends most of her time messing around with her brothers or hanging onto her parents, but Katie figures that her oldest might finally be hitting that moody teenager phase that everyone warned her about.

She scoops some stir fry into her bowl, joining her husband and sons who are already at the table. When another few minutes passes and Azzi still doesn’t show up, she goes to the door, yelling down the stairs.

“If you don’t get up here in the next thirty seconds, no phone for the rest of the night!”

Within seconds she hears feet clomping up the stairs.

“Mom! Okay! I’m coming!”

Azzi finally appears, giving her mom an annoyed look before brushing past her and serving herself a plate of dinner.

When she finally sits down at the table, she props her phone up on the table so it’s facing her. They can all hear some sounds coming from it.

“Azzi Fudd, I know you aren’t watching a video while we’re eating dinner.” It’s so unlike her to be so rude.

“Uhh, hey Mrs. Fudd. Mr. Fudd.” Paige Bueckers smiles sheepishly at her and waves through the screen.

“Oh, Paige.” Katie knows that Azzi and Paige had been keeping in touch since the summer. “You know you can call us Katie and Tim, sweetie.”

“Azzi’s going to have to put her phone away for dinner. She can call you back after dinner, alright?”

“Moooom.” Azzi whines, clearly embarrassed.

“I’ll talk to you later, Azzi.”

“Okay,” Azzi huffs. “Bye Paige.” Katie isn’t sure if she imagines it, but there’s something soft in the way her daughter says Paige’s name.

They hang up, and Azzi begins immediately shoveling food into her mouth.

“Azzi, slow down. Paige is still going to be there, but you won’t be if you choke because you aren’t chewing.”

Azzi scowls but she does slow down, chewing deliberately in her parents’ direction. When her bowl is empty, she reaches for her phone.

“May I be excused, please?”

“Not yet.”

“Ugh,” Azzi scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Enough with the attitude, or did you not want one of your birthday presents early?”

Katie smirks as Azzi’s eyes bulge with excitement.

“I’m sorry!” Azzi bounces excitedly in her seat. “I’ll stop with the attitude, I promise.”

“Alright, we believe you, “ Tim says. “Well, we were talking to Paige’s parents the other day…” He lets the sentence linger, laughing when Azzi grows visibly annoyed.

“Dad!” She growls as her brothers mock her.

“Alright, alright. We were talking to them, and they agreed to let Paige come stay for the weekend for your sweet sixteen.”

Azzi barely lets him finish his sentence before she’s out of her seat, squealing with joy and giving her dad a big hug.

“Thank you! Thank you!” She throws herself into her mom’s lap, and though Azzi has been taller than her for about a year at this point, Katie still relishes every time her daughter lets her hold her this close.

“Does she know?! Can I tell her?” Azzi reaches for her phone, opening Facetime, and Katie can see her call log. The name Paige💗 fills the entire screen, non stop calls that must span the months since they had returned home from Minnesota.

“Go ahead.” Azzi leaps up, and they can hear the sound of barely half a dial tone before the call is answered.

Almost immediately, there’s a lot of chattering, then a lot of excited screaming. Katie shares a knowing look with her husband as their daughter talks excitedly with her best friend.

Azzi has never had a shortage of friends, but it’s becoming more and more clear that her relationship with Paige is something different, something special.

//

Jazmine is not sure what to think of Paige Bueckers. She knows what everyone else says about her, that she might be the best player to ever wear a UConn jersey, and that she uses that to chat up every attractive woman on campus.

But as they work on their research project, Jazmine isn’t sure she sees this supposed player that everyone talks about.

Paige is charming, yes, and very friendly, but there’s something guarded in her demeanor, like she’s always keeping part of herself locked away.

She is cute though, Jazmine can’t deny that, and fun to flirt with as they make progress on their presentation.

They’re about to wrap up for the night when Paige’s phone vibrates from where it is face down on the table. Paige picks it up, and Jazmine watches as her entire being seems to bloom at what she sees on the screen.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” Paige pops a headphone in, stepping out of the study room they’ve been working in. Jazmine watches through the glass as she holds the phone up to her face, speaking with whoever is on the other side.

Her face is soft, and the smile that lights up her face is so different from the near smirk that Jazmine has seen directed at everyone else. She only spends a few minutes on that Facetime, but even in that short amount of time, Jazmine can see the way her entire body language has changed. She barely knows this girl, and she can see it.

Paige hangs up, coming back into the room with another apology.

“No worries.” Jazmine shrugs. “Your girlfriend?”

All the blood in her body seems to rush to Paige’s face.

“Oh, um, nah.” She stammers. “It was just Azzi.”

Everything clicks into place. Azzi Fudd, Paige’s best friend, and partner in crime. Azzi doesn’t even go to UConn, though she has visited a few times, and yet she’s probably heard just as many rumors about their relationship as she has about Paige herself, and despite Paige’s denial, Jazmine knows what she saw.

She doesn’t know if Azzi is Paige’s girlfriend, her best friend, both, or neither. But she does know that Paige loves that girl. And anyone who had seen what she had seen, how Paige’s entire being lit up at the mere thought of Azzi, would know it.

//

Paige doesn’t hear the sound of the call over the pounding of her dribble and the squeak of her shoes. In fact, she only realizes her phone is vibrating because it interrupts her music.

It’s past midnight, and Paige knows there’s only one person who could be calling her. The only person she would answer for, at any time of day or night.

💗 Facetime

She swipes to accept the Facetime, sitting on the floor against the wall. With a boop, the call opens to show her best friend, clearly dressed for bed and frowning disapprovingly at Paige through the screen.

“I knew it. Why are you still at the gym?”

Azzi disappears for a moment as she turns off her bedroom light, but soon her face is visible again by the light of the screen and as she lays down in bed with the phone propped up close to her face.

“Can’t sleep.” Paige shrugs, it’s the truth, even if it’s the simple version of it.

“You wanna talk about it?” Azzi always wants to talk, and there’s little that Paige likes to do more than listen to her, but she still has trouble doing the talking herself sometimes.

“Tomorrow, okay? You should sleep anyways, I know you had a tough game tonight.”

Azzi rolls her eyes, but Paige can see the day weighing on her, the way her eyelids look heavy and eyebags darken the skin beneath her eyes.

“Fine, but you have to promise you’ll go back to your apartment after this.” Azzi buries her face into her pillow.

“Promise. After a few more shots.”

“You need to take care of yourself.” Azzi’s voice is drowsy, and Paige watches as her eyelids flutter as she begins to struggle to stay awake. “At least until…”

Her voice faded away as her eyes slipped closed. Paige leans in close, desperate to hear the end of that sentence.”

“‘Til what, Azzi?” She whispers. On one hand, she wants to hear what the other girl was going to say. On the other hand, it’s late and she knows how important it is for Azzi to get enough rest.

Luckily, Azzi’s eyes open and meet Paige’s, soft and so deep she feels like she could drown in them.

“Until I’m there to take care of you.” She says it so casually, so matter of fact. It steals the breath from Paige’s lungs.

She’s taken care of herself for a long time, and she’s always been proud of that. It wasn’t until she met Azzi that she let herself even open up to someone else, and she never thought that she would ever want someone to take care of her.

But it hadn’t even been a choice with Azzi. Before she had realized it, the other girl had wormed her way into Paige’s mind, her heart.

She thinks about the last time she had seen Azzi in person, the morning she had left Azzi’s house to head back to her dad’s to move to UConn. She’d woken her up, way too early, and nearly cried thinking about how much she would miss seeing Azzi’s grumpy face every morning.

She’d almost said it then. Those three words. Cocooned in a pile of warm blankets before the sun had even risen, Paige could pretend that they weren’t about to be separated for who knows how many months. She could pretend that this wouldn’t be the biggest test their relationship would face yet.

She had wished that she could have just stayed there, with the girl she liked, safe from the rest of the world. But the world didn’t work that way, and she’d left Azzi behind with a promise that they would always be truthful with one another, and that they would always be best friends, no matter what else happened between them.

It’s a promise Paige knows she will be able to keep. She can’t imagine a force on this earth that could keep her from Azzi, and she knows Azzi feels the same about her.

When Paige finally focuses back on the call, she sees Azzi asleep, with the camera still on her. She packs up her stuff, and takes the short walk back to her dorm with nothing but the sound of the crickets and Azzi’s soft breaths keeping her company.

By the time she finally slips into bed, it’s past 1AM and Azzi is deeply asleep on the other line. But Paige doesn’t hang up. She plugs in her phone and leans it against a pillow.

As she looks at Azzi’s peaceful face, she feels it swelling within her. That same urge from months ago to just say it. This time, secure in the knowledge that Azzi won’t hear it, she opens her mouth to say it.

But just at that moment, the wifi lags and the call drops. She stares at her home screen, a photo of her and Azzi from the past summer, her hair a patchy purple as she pouts at the camera. Azzi is beside her, beaming at her with that squinty eyed, dimpled smile that Paige knows is her Paige smile.

She flops to lay on her back. Maybe it was destiny that she hadn’t been able to say it. Because Azzi deserves to hear it from her mouth for the first time. And Paige deserves to get to say it to her, to get to see her face light up, and then to, hopefully, hear it back.

[trendywaifus]

Aight, then how's about some lap pillow lovin with Nicole and Zhu Yuan?

I feel like Zhu Yuan REALLY deserves a lap pillow, but I'm pretty short, so it would be more like me being a stomach pillow tbh.

That's not to say that she wouldn't want to be a lap pillow if you asked, it's just me personally wanting to make her all happy after work!

*Sigh* soon her parents will hopefully be interacted with or seen in the story so that I can think about how she'd get us to meet her family and stuff

Anyway, meanwhile, I almost think Nicole would be a lap pillow almost-exclusively to butter you up or something post-date

although this isn’t a thirst (idc if this was or not, im a sucker for fluff/domestic loveee), this is cute! tysm for the ask! also in zhu ep, i think her parents were shown multiple times and it was so adorable! (i’ll have to write a lil drabble of the reader meeting her parents)

zhu needs some rest and i can imagine her coming home from her shift and she wants to take a small nap before eating dinner. you suggest a lap pillow and zhu yuan’s red in the face, but nonetheless she takes your offer because she has to be crazy if she denies her lover!

“ are you really sure i can rest my head down on your lap for a little bit? “ zhu yuan ask hesitantly, sitting down on the bed next to you with red cheeks. you nod your head, patting your lap. “ yes zhu, i’m sure. “

“ wh-what if my head’s heavy? “

“ it won’t be. “

“ what if your legs go numb while i nap? “

“ i don’t care—baby, just c’mere, “ you curl a hand around the back of her neck and guide her head down on your lap. the tips of her ears are red as she adjusts. you move pieces of soft black hair away from her eyes. “ feeling comfortable? “

“ y-yes, “ zhu yuan’s head turns a bit so her shy ruby hues meet yours. you laugh at her flustered state. “ why so shy? we’ve slept in the same bed together for over a year, pumpkin. “

“ r-right—but well, this feels oddly more intimate. i-i feel more vulnerable like this—n-not in a bad way! i. .just don’t know how to describe this feeling. “

you hum, stroking her head in a comforting manner. zhu yuan finds herself relaxing little by little as she focus more on your gentle digits playing with her hair and scratching her scalp. “ it’s fine, even if you feel vulnerable right now, you’re safe with me. rest a little, yeah? i won’t leave. “ you assure her lovingly, casting her a warm smile when your lover glances at you from the corner of her vision.

“ do you promise? “ zhu yuan asks in an unbelievably soft voice filled with hope, her eyes slowly closing as exhaustion seeps into her veins. she reminded you of a tired child resting in her parent’s arms. well it’s a fitting comparison, since she is a mommy and daddy’s girl.

“ i promise, love. see you when you wake up. “

nicole, oh my godd nicole would absolutely be your lap pillow if it means to butter you up! imagine you’re sitting on the bed sulking, nicole walks in, sees the look on your face, and be like “ what’s with that look on your face? geez, lay your head on my lap. i’m only doing this to cheer you up and i hate seeing you sad because i care about you. “ as for post dates, you’d have to ask her and she’ll be like,

“ y-you want me to be your lap pillow? . . .fine, lay down right here. wh-what do you mean you’re surprised i accepted so easily?! ugh—just lay your damn head on my lap before i change my mind, dummy. i-i’m only doing this because the date gone well. “ (that’s an excuse. nicole will let you lay your head down on her lap even if you ask her on normal occasions. she enjoys the weight of your head on your lap but ofc she won’t admit that. )

[punksyeet]

- Staycation ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) and her boyfriend Josh book a little getaway after being drafted to seperate WWE brands.

Warning: Hefty flirting and light smut!

I finish packing up all of my bathroom essentials and place them into my tote bag.

My boyfriend Josh booked a mini staycation for us at a lakefront cabin in Big Bear.

I'm super excited because this will be our first ever trip together - just the two of us.

The drive is supposed to be 2-3 hours so I change into a comfy outfit: a black ESSENTIALS sweatsuit and UGG slippers.

Once I finish, my phone rings. I look at the screen and automatically smile. I pick up and see my gorgeous man driving.

J: "Hi babygirl."

G: "Hey love. Are you on the way?"

J: "Yes ma'am!"

I smile, shaking my head.

G: "Sounds good. I just finished packing the rest of my stuff."

J: "Perfect. I'm so excited to have you all to myself for the next week."

He does a little dance in his seat and I giggle.

G: "I'm excited too. I feel like we never get to see each other anymore."

He sighs and flashes a slight smile.

The WWE Draft just occured a week ago, and we were both drafted to two seperate brands: Josh to SmackDown and me to Raw.

J: "I know, baby. That's a lot of the reason why I booked this trip in the first place. It'll be some nice relaxation time, as well as quality time for us."

I smile and look in the mirror, playing with my curls until I'm satisfied with how my hair looks.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him staring through the phone and biting his lip.

Moments later, the traffic light must've turned green because someone beeps behind him. "Aight chill uce! Damn!"

I giggle and cover my mouth so he doesn't notice.

He smirks and sucks his teeth.

J: "Girl get yo lil fine ass down here and see your man."

G: "Alriiight baby, I'll see you in a minute."

I hang up, double check my room to make sure I have everything, and head outside.

Once Josh sees me, he hops out and walks over, scanning my body. "How you manage to always look so incredible, even in some damn sweatpants, I'll never understand."

I smile, biting my lip gently. "Well you don't look too bad yourself."

He smirks and holds my waist, pulling me in.

We share a kiss and I tug on his bottom lip as we pull away.

He takes my tote bag and heads back over to the car, while I lock my front door.

Soon enough, we're on the road.

We share more kisses, jam sessions, I take a couple of quick naps, and we hold hands the entire time.

I wake up to the feeling of a soft hand stroking my leg.

I flutter my eyes open and, once my vision gets used to the light again, I see Josh looking at me and smiling softly.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," he coos, taking my hand and kissing it. "We're here."

I let out a quiet yawn and stretch. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

He strokes my hand with this thumb. "No worries, mama. I'm glad you were able to rest."

I smile and reach over to kiss his cheek, then open my door and hop out of the car.

We both grab our bags from the trunk and head into the house.

Hand in hand, Josh gives me a tour of the cabin.

There’s a master bedroom with a full bathroom included, a guest bedroom with a half bathroom, a connected kitchen and living room space, a deck with a view and stairs to get down to the lake, and a hot tub.

"This is perfect," I exclaim, leaning against the deck fence.

Josh comes up from behind me and wraps his muscular arms around my waist. "It really is."

I wrap an arm around his neck and play with his mullet, as he gives me soft kisses on my neck.

After a while of just chilling around the house, he leaves to grab some stuff from the grocery store and I head to the master bedroom to unpack our stuff.

As I'm folding a pair of his sweatpants, my phone rings. I look down and see that my best friend and Josh’s sister in law Trinity is facetiming me.

G: "Hey girlfriend!"

T: "Hey mama! How are you?"

G: "I'm good! We arrived a little bit ago."

T: "So good to hear!"

Her husband and Josh’s twin brother Jonathan comes bursting into the room and plops down on the bed, making Trin bounce.

T: "Boy your big ass is gonna break this bed one day."

I giggle as Jon sucks his teeth.

J: “Ooh I heard my sis! Hey giiiiiirl!”

I snicker at his goofy tone and decide to match it.

G: “Hey bookieeeee!”

We all burst into laughter.

The call continues and, soon enough, Josh calls from downstairs. "I'm back ma!"

"Alright baby, I'll be down in a sec!" I call back, causing Trin to smile.

T: "You two are the sweetest."

I smile shyly, and fold the last piece of clothing and place it in the last drawer.

We send our love and say our goodbyes.

I place our empty bags in the closet and head downstairs.

Josh turns from putting spices in the cabinet and smiles when he sees me. "Hi gorgeous girl."

I smile, blushing hard, and wrap my arms around his neck. "Hi handsome. How was shopping?"

He creeps his hands around my waist and we share a sweet kiss. "It was good. I got some stuff to make dinner - including my grandma's Oka recipe later."

I've had Oka once in my life, and it was at Josh's most recent family cookout. It's kind of like a salad but including fish. It's heavenly.

I smile and lick my lips. "Mmm my favorite."

"That's why I'm making it," he replies in between kisses on my cheek.

I smile and play with his mullet. "Can I help?"

"Of course ma," he says, smiling. "We might as well start cooking now, so everything can marinate."

We share one last kiss and he rubs my back before pulling out of the hug.

He grabs a bowl and the necessary ingredients for the Oka.

I lean against the island, watching.

"You can start chopping these while I prep the sauce," he says, placing some veggies in front of me.

"Yes chef!" I reply, going over to the sink to wash my hands.

We share a laugh and he lightly smacks my ass while walking past me.

I head back over to the island and chop some green then yellow onion.

I hiss, closing my eyes tightly, a tear streaming down my face.

Josh looks over at me with a look of concern, and then chuckles. "You good ma?"

I wipe my eyes with my sleeve, nodding. "Yeah, this stupid onion is strong."

He sticks out his bottom lip. "Awww my poor baby."

I suck my teeth and playfully hit his arm. "Boy shut up!"

He chuckles, leans over, and puckers his lips, asking for a kiss.

I roll my eyes playfully and give in, making a "mwuah" sound.

He smiles and goes back to what he's doing.

Once finished with the onions, I chop up some cucumber and tomato, and slice some lime as well.

"All done," I exclaim, placing my hands on my hips proudly.

He looks over and smiles. "Perfect mama. The sauce is just about ready."

He gives it one more stir and slides the veggies in with the knife.

The sauce is super creamy and includes mayonnaise, half and half, soy sauce, pepper, and water.

I watch as he combines everything, including the already prepared Mahi Mahi in the bowl.

"It looks so good already," he says, stirring it.

I nod in agreement.

He places some foil over the bowl and places it in the fridge.

"It's chicken tiiiime!" he sings, doing a goofy dance.

I giggle as he grabs all the ingredients for his family's go-to marinade.

When it comes time to chop more onions, he smirks at me. "I'll chop em this time."

"Yeah please do," I reply, backing up.

He laughs and kisses my cheek.

Once the chopping is done, I hold the pot as he adds water, soy sauce, brown sugar, the onions, garlic, and pepper.

He hands me the whisk. "Would you like to do the honors, my lady?"

I smile and take it. "It would be my pleasure."

He chuckles and pecks my lips, before heading to the fridge and grabbing the chicken.

Once the sauce is well combined, he adds it in.

We throw that in the fridge as well, wash our hands, and clean off the counter.

He kisses my temple. "I love cooking with you, babygirl."

I smile and brush our noses together. "Me too, bae. Thank you for letting me help."

We share a quick kiss and decide to go on a walk.

—————————————————————————————————

Josh and I have been sitting at the lake for so long, that the sun is starting to set.

As I'm on his lap, stroking his hair, he pats my thigh as a way of getting my attention.

"Baby look!" he says, pointing out towards the water.

I follow his finger and see two swans mating.

I smile and pull out my phone to snap a picture. "They're so pretty."

He wraps his arms back around my waist and looks up at me.

I look down, and blush when I see him looking back at me.

He smiles, brushing a curl out of my face. "All these months later and you still get shy when I look at you."

I hide my face in his neck and he chuckles, stroking my back.

After about 5 minutes, he breaks the silence.

"Come on pretty girl," he begins. "We should get going so we don't have dinner too late."

I smile and climb off his lap, and we walk back to the cabin hand in hand.

Once we return, he heads out back and fires up the grill, while I grab the bowl of chicken.

I head back inside to set the table and, within minutes, an incredible aroma fills the entire house and deck.

I stand in the doorway smiling, my arms folded and shoulder against the wall, watching my gorgeous Samoan boyfriend chef it up.

Cooking is truly his love language and it makes me so happy to see him happy.

I walk over to the grill and rub his back. "Smells amazing, love."

He smiles proudly, continuing to flip and brush excess sauce on the chicken.

He rips off a tiny piece and cools it off before feeding it to me with the tongs.

After a couple chews, I throw my head back, causing him to laugh. "Good ma?"

I nod, still chewing. "It's sooo good. You never miss, baby."

He tries some as well and does a little dance in reaction to the taste.

I giggle and stand behind him, placing little kisses on his shoulder.

"Ma'am I don't think so," he replies turning around. "You gotta kiss the chef right."

I roll my eyes playfully and cup his face, proceeding to place my lips on his.

He kisses back and groans as I slide my tongue across his.

His hands slowly find their way to my ass and gently squeeze, as I slide mine from his chest to his shoulders.

We pull away slowly and he takes a curl away from my face. "You mean to tell me I have all this to myself for a damn week?"

I smirk, playing with his chain, looking right in his eyes.

He licks his lower lip sexily, staring back and forth in my eyes and at my lips.

"I'm starving baby," I say, interrupting the silence and tension. "We can finish this later, yeah?"

He bites his lip and strokes my face. "We can and we will."

I smirk and kiss his cheek, heading back into the house.

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** tiny smut warning! **

"Oh my god Josh," I whisper, arching my back off the bed, my fingers tangled in his damp curls.

Chris Brown's "Under The Influence" and the faint sound of slurping between my legs fill the room.

Eventually, he replaces his mouth with his fingers and looks up at me. "You feel good ma?"

I nod, my head thrown back and my hands gripping the sheets.

"Look at me," he orders, still thrusting his fingers in and out of me. "I wanna see how my babygirl looks while I pleasure her."

I look down at him, my bottom lip between my teeth, as moans continue to pour out of me like crazy.

He licks his lips and smiles. "You look so pretty like this, princess."

With his free hand, he reaches up, holds the side of my face, and brushes my bottom lip with his thumb.

I take it into my mouth and suck on it, swirling my tongue around.

"Mmm good girl," he says sexily. "You know just what daddy loves."

He thrusts his fingers some more and eventually finds my g-spot.

"J-Josh! B-Baby! Fu-ck! Righ-Right there!" I scream, my back fully arched and my face practically against the headboard.

He continues and moves them even faster.

Soon enough, our sheets are soaked and I've released everywhere.

** smut over! **

I plop back down on the bed, panting like crazy.

He cleans us both up and plants a kiss on my temple, before heading into the bathroom.

Moments later, he comes out. "I started a bath for you mama."

I smile and take his hand. "What would I do without you?"

He smiles, cups my face, and kisses my forehead. "God knows. Now go on and enjoy yourself."

I head into the bathroom and do exactly that.

I just finished my bath and I'm now in the mirror, dressed in my fluffy robe, doing my skincare.

Josh knocks and opens the door slightly. "You good in here, baby?"

I smile and nod. "Mhm I'm all good."

He smiles back, walks up behind me, and strokes my hair. "How was the bath?"

"Perfect, baby. Thank you." I reply, and turn around with my lips puckered.

He squeezes my cheeks gently and attacks my face with kisses.

I giggle and turn back around, as he hugs me from behind.

He digs his face into my neck. "Mmm you smell so good."

"Why thank you," I reply, applying moisturizer to my skin.

He rests his chin on my shoulder, his arms still wrapped around me, and watches me through the mirror.

I hop into bed and get comfy under the covers.

"I'm gonna shower real quick mama," he says and kisses the corner of my lips. "You need anything before I go?"

I shake my head. "I'm good baby, thank you."

He nods smiling, and we share a sweet kiss before he heads into the bathroom.

** Josh's POV **

I shut the bathroom light and head back into the bedroom.

As I'm walking closer to the bed, I hear light snores and chuckle quietly.

I carefully get into bed and under the covers, facing my gorgeous girl.

I study her face for a little while - so peaceful and perfect.

How did I get this lucky?

I plant a small kiss on her plump lips and wrap her into my arms.

"Goodnight beautiful girl," I whisper.

Soon enough, my eyes drift closed.

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pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 4

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername: AYEEEE wedding day in mc! not the type of content that i usually make but here i am getting married to maxie poo in mc! plz pu 😈💐👰🏻‍♀️

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lmao i lied again, part FIVE i swear will actually include the mc wedding, and for al of y'all's confused, ITS FAKE LMAO they are not actually getting married for reals, just for funsies (shout out to my moots for letting me know this bit was a tad confusing 😭)

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Come on in.

- Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) X Reader

Warnings: 17+ content, sexual mentions, sexual actions, not explicit like full on but high key rubbing, language, british people

Word Count: 1k

Before Reading: Hypatia was a beautiful philosopher who was killed by men after she gained influence over a Roman ruler, You are dating alr in this and you come over to his place for the first time.

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“Aight, come on in; it’s messy but it’s sum’.”

The room was littered with colorful, sporadically placed punk rock posters with great philosophers and artists, including Van Gough and Hypatia, scattered throughout them. You followed Hobie in as he went straight for his bluetooth system, changing the music to one of his favorite songs.

*Wow. Never thought you'd know Hypatia, much less like her." Hobie nodded mindlessly as he scrolled through song after song, switching between an infinite amount of genres that had no correlation.

"Yeah, men are dicks. She was a brilliant mind; would've loved me you know.”

You laughed in agreement, plopping on his bed as you took in every painting on the ceiling and pattern filling the room.

“Damn, this place is amazing." Your comment was met by a laugh, almost a scoff as he tossed you his spotify playlist and told you to pick something, he didn't care.

"Amazing is an understatement. This place is art." He shoved his hands in his vest pocket and stalked to the bed, having half the mind to kick his shoes off before he made himself comfortable.

You observed the clashing colors and wonky furniture pieces that seemed not to go together until you looked at it from exactly that angle. They weren't meant to go perfectly hand in hand. Except that some of them did. Didn't look like a set but the textures and patterns matched beautifully.

Whipped out of your trance in an instant, you looked up to see Hobie snapped his fingers in-front of you, a bored look on his face.

"Hello? Anyone home? If ur tired just take a nap I don't mind, truly.”

You shook your head, grabbing his hand out of instinct and pulling him closer to you.

"I'm not tired but if you wanna lay down for a bit.. whatever."

He smirked, “Yeah it's never whatever with you but.. whatever."

He slid in next to you, laying on his back as you cuddled up on his chest, his hand finding your hair and playing with it loosely.

The windows placed on cornering walls had their blinds open just enough for the last rays of the golden sun to shine on the bed. Thankfully not in your face.

You finally spotted Hobie's guitar when you felt his hand slip under the hem of your shirt.

You looked up to a face still staring at the ceiling with an almost bored expression (but you caught the glimpses of a knowing smile peeking through).

Oh.

You guided your hand on top of his, pushing it that much further down your torso as you tried your best to steady your breathing.

Feeling his other hand pull a pillow to cover his lap from behind him, you urged his hand lower.

Faster.

A mumbled curse fell from his lips and he flipped himself over on top of you, facing you head on and removing his hands in favor of placing them right beside your head.

"Let's not play games now, yeah? I know what chu’ want," he looked at your lips distracted before he refocused himself, "and frankly I want the same. So let's not have a jest and be honest about it."

He sat up, grabbing your hand to let you follow suit as he let a few feet of distance separate you two.

"Just be honest with me darlin’.”

You took a deep breath. He was right. Just be honest.

" want you to fuc-"

Ok not that honest.

"I want you, Hobie."

He smiled, your face growing hotter by the second.

"Now that’s what I like to hear, yeah?"

He was on you in a moment. The soft fluttering kisses he laid across your face, starting at your forehead, made your heart pound. You extended your neck, closing your eyes as you let soft breaths fall when he crossed a particularly sensitive area.

He kissed down your collarbone, his hands falling to the hem of your shirt as he stopped instantly to look at you for any signs of hesitation. You nodded softly, a small smile leaving its mark as your shirt came swiftly off.

A moment passed as he just sat and admired you, his eyes roaming your body in an almost shy way. Like he's received a gift he's not used to getting but has never been so thankful to get it.

"Thank you," he whispered it like a prayer. Like a secret he's telling to just you.

"Hmm?"

He looked up, making eye contact at last as he repeated the phrase. You nodded telling him if he doesn't get on with it you'd never stop teasing him.

He does. Slowly. Sensually. Taking his time to explore every part before he reaches for your sweatpants and is met with a frantic halt and you sitting up on your elbow, an alarmed look blasted across your face.

"What? M’ going too fast? If you want you can take off my-"

"No, no- I mean yeah i'd love to- i mean, you know, if you'd want that but-“

Hobie takes your hand in his, a gentle expression staying on his face. “Nah, come on, get out of it. What’s up?”

You sighed avoiding eye contact as you allowed yourself to get to the point for once. Mumbling, you told him the issue, "it's just that i haven't shaved and i know we haven't talked about it but-“

Hobie stopped dead in his tracks, his face slowly lighting up with realization and.. laughter?

He evaporated in a contained outburst of chuckles as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Baby, be honest with me, yeah? I swing around saving the world, almost dying a dozen times a day, and you think i'm gonna get scared off by a little hair on my girl?"

You let your shoulders relax, resuming breathing though you never noticed you had stopped.

You laugh softly, pushing your hair out of your face as your body physically relaxed.

“Yeah, I didn't think about that."

He tugged on your waistband and you helped him take your pants off, letting him kiss down your stomach and skip over to your inner thighs, moving down to your knee as his fingers traced patterns over your skin.

“Fuck you’re beautiful, you know that?”

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[strawhatkia]

golden hour.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugou, shota aizawa, mirio togata, tamaki keigo

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they catch you at golden hour

WARNINGS ! a lil bird tom foolery, let me know if i missed anything, edited!

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k

A/N ! another repost for mha ! it was originally requested ->  “hcs of Mirio, Bakugo, Aizawa, and Hawks reacting to their black gf’s skin glowing in golden hour? She doesn’t even notice it, she’s reading or scrolling on her phone but she so damn fine”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

simp

he couldn’t believe his fucking eyes 

there you were, sitting like an actual goddess before him, all cuddled up under the sun readin’ yo favorite book

mans has neva felt more blessed in his life nigga crying and shit

he originally came in to bother you cuz he was bored but now all he worried about is getting a damn camera-

“hey, angelface!-….” “yes, kats?” “….” “..kats? baby?" *he stomps off into the distance* "katsuki! is something wrong, why are you stomping away!?” “WHERE IN THE FUCK IS THE CAMERA DAMN IT?!”

my mans said he needed a polaroid so he can keep that shit in his wallet cause that's exactly where that picture is going

tbh, he already has a different pictures for both his lockscreen and homescreen on both his phone and laptop but rested assured, he gon get that picture ! 

once he got the picture, he couldn’t stop looking at it (believe this: he flashes his wallet to show off that picture to girls who hit on him with the biggest smirk, "im already taken! now piss off.") 

“you know the real thing is over here, baby” *cue the blush* “shut up, dummy”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

it went something like this

he walked in with a “hey, sunshine!”, looked up, saw you in bed in yo bonnet and his big shirt, scrolling on yo phone under the sun and froze

your skin just glistening and shining- he could have sworn that one of the angels came down to visit him in the form of you

problem is…he hasn’t moved in the last 2 minutes 

“mirio…mirio…mirio, baby, BLINK!!” “huh?” “damn boy, did you meet Jesus while you was gone?” “why would I do that when I have a goddess right in front of me?”

being as black as you are, you could have SWORE that yo cheeks started to heat up from that comment and he is so proud for his quick thinking

“shut up, cheese ball” “but sunshine~ you love me and my cheesiness” “…unfortunately” 

he eventually joined you in bed and just laid in your lap, looked up at you with a goofy look on his face

he spends the rest of his time admiring you, even after the sun went down

goofy ass nigga- i love him so much

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

i’m gon clown him a little 

aight, birds like glittery things…he’s a bird man…your melanin looks like jewels under the sun…i have connected the dots

no but seriously, he just saw you sitting there and was instantly pulled in 

you were laying on his couch trying to take a nap under the sun cause let’s be honest, the sun is soothing as fuck on melanated skin

he had just out the shower and was in sweatpants gray and no shirt YUM

he just really loved how relaxed you were that i gave him a sense of pride to know you felt safe enough in his home

i can imagine him being a lil paranoid that you deem his house safe enough to hang out with so you spending your time just visiting or staying over night made him feel really happy

“comfortable there, dove? you know there’s a bed, right?” “i like the sun, keigo. It feels nice.” “if you say so, baby.”

ain’t no more room on the couch for him and his humongous ass wings to join you, so he settles for taking a seat on the coffee table and taking a couple of pictures of you looking so peaceful

"stop snapping pictures of me, creep." "aw, you'll hurt my feelings, baby" "im tryna sleep and your phone is distracting with that loud ass clicking sound" "sorry but i need a new background picture to switch out the old one" "yea yea whatever" "just go back to sleep" "stop taking pictures of me" "no ❤"

he put it as his computer background and the lock screen on his phone

bonus: he took a of video of him stroking your face in your sleep and you leaned in to it. in the background if you listen closely, you can hear him say “my baby is so beautiful🥺” "kei, baby, lemme sleep" "alright, love ❤" 

i will fucking CRY

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛☕✧ SHOTA AIZAWA / ERASERHEAD

i don’t think he would be up enough to catch you at golden hour 

but after the one time he did, he took a mental note to do it more often

you looked so ethereal- he didn't even know he could feel so relaxed just by looking at something 

you were sitting in the corner of bed where the suns rays come, reading something on yo phone and just looking completely relaxed in life

he just stopped at the doorway, where you couldn’t really see him and leaned against the door frame, softly smiling at your relaxed figure

“she looks so peaceful…how did I get so lucky?” this was the moment he felt like he hit the lottery

however when you did notice him, you nearly jumped out yo skin

“OH SHIT!! AIZAWA?!?!” “yes?” “HOW LONG YOU BEEN STANDING THERE!?!- WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING!?!” “sorry-”, he chuckles, “-you just looked so peaceful, i didn’t want to interrupt.” “that’s sweet, honey…but don’t you eva scare me like that again.” “yes ma’am”

y’all ended up taking a nap together

after that he just always seem to find you at this time or somehow put you in sun’s rays just so he could admire you 

bonus: he took polaroid pictures of you sleeping at golden hour and carries them with him. class 1-A found out about it and teased him about for weeks (which lead to brutally training for weeks on end, them stubborn ass kids would nawt let it go.)

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[hoodreader]

MY CAT’S CHART 💋

his birth date is approximative. this is what the foster told me and they were monitoring him since he was a couple weeks old, so i went with it.

menu — forms — readings open.

TAURUS SUN.

comfort over everything. and he gon lay on whatever make him feel comfy, he don’t gaf.

grooms himself. naps for like an hour. wakes up. then he grooms again. cycle continues.

he’s very patient. it takes a lot to get him to be upset with u. he don’t hiss or anything, he’ll complain meow when annoyed.

i have a very greedy cat. he is so loud and demanding when he wants to eat ur food.

PISCES MOON.

pretty shy and sensitive. he can be easy to overwhelm if u don’t know him.

he don’t like feeling smothered in any capacity and he don’t like being held too long. pushing him will cause him to hide.

he feels safe when given space (if u don’t know him) and then letting him decide if he wanna be closer. he’s a vibe reader.

very empathetic. when i was or felt sad, he’d always come in and check on me. he’d meow like “what’s wrong?” then just purr and lay with me. cats definitely aren’t always asocial.

because he’s so docile he usually won’t assert boundaries himself. i’d have to step in.

TAURUS MERCURY (Rx).

a real yapper. especially about food. makes sense b/c taurus rules the vocal chords.

makes a wide variety of sounds. chirps, chatters, trills (he sounds like a pigeon).

always purring. sometimes all i have to do is look at him and he’ll start purring.

his voice is light for the most part!

mercury is ur sense of community. Rx mercury people might be more on the shy side, and he prefers a small community.

CANCER VENUS.

a real cuddle bug. his love language is probably quality time or physical touch.

he is very clingy. will walk between my legs as i walk around. and i trip over him often.

he’s very sensuous in my opinion. he loves looking outside the window and loafing as he just takes the outside world in. very zen 🧘🏾

again loves to eat. food brings him great joy.

CANCER MARS.

conflict avoidant, but he can be territorial and defensive about whatever he considers to be his domain. he act like he run shit

the first day he met another dog, i saw a side of him i never seen. he puffed up big and crab walked, trying to dominate the energy.

my cat was definitely like “aight now…” like… i was pretty proud of him for trying!

but in tense situations, he kinda doesn’t hold his own. i remember i got a female cat (i surrendered her b/c the shelter thought it was best). she was lowkey hoeing him. 💀

ARIES JUPITER.

the shelter named him “Superman” because they said he was the bravest out of his litter mates, as he was born to a feral cat mother.

he is very adventurous and curious, despite his shyness. he just isn’t adventurous about people. but he loves to explore otherwise.

“carpe diem” is his expression for sure.

he’s so destructive though. and too curious sometimes. once he jumped on our closet shelf to knock down the muffins we purposefully hid from him. then he ate them

he also bit through my tarot cards

he jumped on the fridge and ate our baguette. imagine my shock when i saw the baguette with a cartoonish bite mark in it.

PISCES SATURN.

he appreciates a good nap. which is something i love. because one thang i know two thangs certain, he gon take a mf nap.

saturn shows how we rest / work. so his being in pisces really shows that he values the rest aspect of saturn.

he so hardheaded sometimes but that’s because (1) he has the comparable of a two year old but (2) he doesn’t believe in rules.

because well… he’s a cat.

but i love the way he doesn’t let my human values stop him from living his best life

and i love our chart energies.

his sun is conjunct my venus (in the eleventh house). like it’s giving best friends, lmao. his south node is conjunct my fifth house moon too, it’s giving we really been besties.

his south node is conjunct my bf/co guardian’s moon too. tbh we all are just super watery (lmao) so it’s a lot of emotion in our trio dynamic. i also love how his venus and mars is in my first house/in my bf’s eleventh house.

it’s wild cuz i deadass feel like this cat can read my mind sometimes. he just knows me. and i wish i could explain to him how much i love him.

i’ll love him to the end of time. he’s my best friend, confidant, and there will never be a cat like him. 🤍 the universe sent u to me. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[bramblejammer]

Which kind of lullaby do you think or imagine Brozone would singing for their lil' bitty B 👀💖🎵

Hmm… tricky!

I think they would start off with the best of intentions, but their love of music and discovery of Bitty B’s Golden Falsetto would be too great an opportunity to ignore. They might become distracted and excited at times, and lose the point of the lullaby…

And make Branch hella cranky, aight?

Bros: Come on NAP! Jump on it; you sleepy then OWN it

If you weary then flaunt it, don’t brag about it, come show me!

It’s Nap Time! (Tuck You Up!)

Nap Time! (Tuck You Up!)

Say WHAAAT?

It’s Nap Time! (Tuck You Up!)

Nap Time! (Tuck You Up!)

Still not 100%, but I will get through requests as quickly as I can, permit me! Thank you so much~!