#and even then. mixed results. (i can laugh about it now but oh god. i. i felt so bad. i broke his heart and i didn't even know--)

[desceros]

re: last post i. i dont want to give autistics a bad name. but.

i once went to dinner and a movie with this guy. he complimented my outfit. looked shocked when i bought my own movie ticket. tried to hold my hand. leaned in and got his face close to mine before we split up. got super mega mad when i didn't text him the next day.

because it. it turns out. that it was a date. and. he tried to kiss me. and wanted to buy my ticket. and. and i had. NO IDEA. I HAD NO IDEA

[pucksandpower]

Bleached

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles’ beard has been looking a bit ginger-ish lately … what better place to talk about it than on a podcast?

Warnings: allusion to 18+ themes

“Okay, I have to ask,” the podcaster leans forward, elbows resting on the small round table between them, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His voice is friendly, but there’s that unmistakable gleam in his eye that says he’s about to drop something that’ll make the interview go viral. “There’s been some ... speculation. About your, uh, change in appearance recently.”

Charles shifts in his seat, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He’s relaxed, casual in a gray hoodie and jeans, but there’s a slight tension in the way he holds himself, like he’s been waiting for this question to come up. “Speculation? About what?” His tone is playful, teasing almost, though he knows exactly where this is going.

The podcaster chuckles, scratching his beard as he gathers the right words. “Well, I mean … the ginger beard thing. I’ve had a lot of listeners ask about it. A lot of comments, too. They’re all curious. You know, Charles, your beard’s been, uh, dark for as long as we’ve known you, and now …” he gestures towards Charles’ face, where the once dark brown stubble has turned into a mix of auburn and light copper. It’s subtle, but definitely noticeable. “What’s going on there?”

Charles laughs, but there’s a hint of sheepishness in it. He rubs his jaw, as if the act itself will somehow explain the change. “Ah, well,” he begins, and his eyes flicker to the side, as if contemplating whether he should actually say what he’s about to. “It’s kind of funny, actually.”

“Oh, I’m all ears,” the podcaster says, leaning in even more, his grin widening. “I love a good story.”

Charles glances down for a moment, his fingers tracing the outline of the cup of coffee in front of him, before looking back up. “Okay, so … how do I say this?” He pauses, clearly trying to find the right words, and then he laughs again, softer this time, like he’s laughing at himself. “It’s actually because of Y/N.”

The podcaster raises an eyebrow, leaning back slightly in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Charles nods, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “It’s … her. I mean, not directly, obviously, but … you know, her ... uh, how do I say this without it sounding ... weird?”

“Hey, man, this is a safe space. You can say whatever you want,” the podcaster says, trying to suppress his amusement. “You’ve got my full attention.”

Charles laughs again, a bit more openly this time. “Okay, well, let’s just say it’s ... the result of certain ... activities between us.” He’s clearly embarrassed but trying to make light of it. “You know, when you, uh, go down on someone, and … yeah.”

The podcaster’s eyes widen in realization, and he bursts out laughing, almost doubling over in his chair. “Wait, wait, wait,” he says between gasps for breath. “You’re telling me … your beard is turning ginger because of … her?”

Charles laughs too, but there’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, I know, it sounds ridiculous. But, uh, yeah. Apparently, her ... uh, juices are, um, acidic? And they’ve been ... bleaching my beard a bit.”

The podcaster is in stitches, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh my God, that’s ... I don’t even know what to say. That’s amazing.”

“It’s funny, right?” Charles says, his grin widening as he watches the podcaster struggle to contain his laughter. “I didn’t even notice at first, but then it started getting more obvious, and she was like, ‘Uh, Charles, what’s going on with your beard?’”

The podcaster wipes tears from his eyes, still chuckling. “And what did you say? I mean, how do you even have that conversation?”

Charles shrugs, still smiling. “Well, we just laughed about it. I mean, what else can you do? It’s not like it’s a bad thing. It’s just ... one of those weird, funny things that happens when you’re in a relationship.”

“So, she wasn’t freaked out or anything?”

“No, no, she wasn’t freaked out,” Charles says, shaking his head. “She thought it was hilarious. I mean, we both did. It’s just ... it’s one of those things that makes us, you know, us.”

“Man, that’s ... that’s awesome,” the podcaster says, finally calming down a bit. “You know, I’ve heard of some wild stories on this show, but that ... that’s definitely up there.”

“Yeah, it’s not something you hear about every day,” Charles admits with a laugh.

The podcaster leans in again, his expression still one of amusement but with a hint of curiosity now. “Okay, but seriously ... have you looked into this? Like, the science behind it? I mean, can that really happen?”

Charles nods, his expression turning a bit more serious now. “Yeah, I did actually. It turns out that it’s possible. I mean, the pH of ... you know, down there ... can be slightly acidic, and that can have an effect on hair color, especially if there’s prolonged contact. I’m no scientist, but that’s the gist of it from what I’ve read.”

“Wow,” the podcaster says, clearly impressed. “That’s ... honestly, I didn’t even know that could happen.”

“Yeah, neither did I,” Charles says, grinning. “But here we are.”

The podcaster laughs again, shaking his head in disbelief. “Man, I’ve got to say ... Y/N is one lucky girl. And you ... you must be very enthusiastic about, uh, certain activities.”

Charles laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, I mean, when you’re with someone you care about ... you want to make them happy, right?”

“Of course, of course,” the podcaster says, nodding in agreement. “But still ... that’s some dedication, man.”

“Hey, if it makes her happy, I’m happy,” Charles says with a shrug, but there’s a genuine warmth in his voice that makes it clear he means it.

The podcaster smiles, clearly touched by the sentiment. “That’s sweet, Charles. Really sweet. I think a lot of people are going to appreciate hearing that.”

“Yeah, well, I hope so,” Charles says, his smile softening. “I mean, relationships are about give and take, right? You have to be willing to do things for each other, even if it’s something small. It’s those little things that make it special.”

The podcaster nods, his expression turning a bit more serious now as he listens to Charles. “You’re right about that. It’s the little things that count.”

“Exactly,” Charles agrees. “And, you know, if that means I have to deal with a bit of a color change in my beard, well, that’s a small price to pay.”

“Definitely,” the podcaster says with a smile. “So, what’s next for you guys? Any big plans?”

Charles leans back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Honestly, we’re just taking things one day at a time. We’re happy, and that’s what matters. We’re both busy with our careers, but we make time for each other, and that’s important. We’re just ... enjoying being together.”

“That’s great to hear,” the podcaster says, nodding approvingly. “It sounds like you’ve got a good thing going.”

“We do,” Charles says with a smile. “She’s amazing, and I’m lucky to have her.”

The podcaster smiles, clearly touched by the sincerity in Charles’ voice. “Well, I wish you both the best. You seem like a great couple.”

“Thank you,” Charles says, his smile widening. “That means a lot.”

The podcaster grins, clearly pleased with how the interview has gone. “And, uh, just to wrap things up ... any advice for other guys out there? You know, in case they start noticing their beards changing color?”

Charles laughs, shaking his head. “I’d say ... just go with it. Embrace it. It’s a sign that you’re doing something right.”

“Great advice,” the podcaster says with a chuckle. “Well, thanks for sharing that with us, Charles. This has definitely been one of the more ... interesting interviews I’ve done.”

“Happy to be of service,” Charles says with a grin. “Thanks for having me.”

The podcaster smiles, clearly satisfied with the conversation. “Anytime, man. Anytime.”

[hearts4chriss]

𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉!𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑩𝑭!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 + 𝑺𝒖𝒃!𝑷𝒐𝒄 𝑮𝑭

𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡!𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐏𝐨𝐜 𝐆𝐅

There’s no doubt this man is ROUGHHH when having sex.

He’s overprotective of you especially when you guys are out and you’re wearing something short and tight.

he hates when you tease, which normally results in him fucking ur brains out.

His favourite thing to do to you when you’ve either, pissed him off, teased him or didn’t do what he asked is edge you.

He gets off watching you beg to cum as he pounding into you with no mercy.

“N-no Chris! Please l-let me cum!”. You’d cry out, already shaking from the previous times he’s edged you.

“Shouldn’t have been acting like a little slut today and you would’ve cum 4 times already”. He groans deep in ur ear continuing to ruin you.

Definitely fucks you in the bathroom at the party and leaves you with cum dripping down your leg.

Leaves you shaking every time, he won’t stop until he feels you either learned ur lesson or he made you feel good.

Loves the sound ur ass makes when he’s fucking you from behind, he’s always touching it, Grabbing it, slapping it all of the above that man loves your ass

Will leave you marked up in hickeys all over ur thighs, tits, inner thighs, as a reminder of whose girl you are incase you forget.

Definitely chokes you while your in missionary / fucking you from behind.

Pulls ur hair but neverrrr where he hurts you

Made sure to establish a safe word

Degrading is his favourite thing, he loves it.

“Fuck- such a little slut, keep making those noises for me yeah?”.

“God ur pathetic, about to cum already?”.

Don’t even get started on dumification.

“Such a dumb whore, fucked out on my cock”.

“Aww look at you, all fucked out from how good I’m making you feel”.

“Wow, I thought you couldn’t get any louder, god you whore”. He’d say this while also trying not to moan because as much he’d never admit it, he loved how you wrapped around him perfectly.

he’d always be quick to remind you who you belong to Like THATS HIS GIRL ( he’s also hella jealous so he’d take you laughing at one of matts jokes, than he’d walk in and thinks your flirting. )

“Your mine right? Or should I call Matt? Seemed to be all over him”.

“can. He. Fuck. Better. Than. Me?”. He’d say all this while thrusting harder in between each word.

“Yeah keep moaning my name baby, let all the neighbours know whose girl you are”.

BIG BREEDING KINK LOVES CUMMING INSIDE YOU

“fuck ma- gonna stuff you with my cum- you’d like that wouldn’t you?”.

“gonna fill your pretty pussy up- shit-“.

The sight of your juices mixed with his could get him off any day

Has a hidden photo album of pictures of you post sex and videos of you screaming his name. Don’t even get me started on the my eyes only.

Loves cockwarming, typically after aftercare he always wants to be close to you.

Despite how rough he is during sex, that man ALWAYS takes care of you after.

Right after you both finish after hell, how many rounds? He’s quick to check on you and sometimes worried he went too far.

“hey baby, you okay? Was it too much?”.

“shh i got you, gonna take care of you now ok?”.

“You did so good for me pretty girl”.

He immediately run you a warm bath with your favourite bath bombs.

He’d clean you up first because he can wait, he’d rather have you feel better than him.

You’re super sensitive after sex so he always takes his time, staring on ur inner thighs first.

“Let me know when it’s too much ok?”.

Despite you secretly loving the rough sex, and you both established that, he would always reassure you.

“Your so pretty yk that?”. He would whisper while helping you in the bath.

“my girl, how’d i get so lucky”.

“Oh and ur definitely not a whore or s-“.

“Chris, baby, I’m okay don’t worry about it”. You’d giggle tiredly playing with the soap.

“I know but ur covered in hickeys like everywhere”. He’d scratch his head.

“Chris please ur back has seen better days”.

He’d go change the sheets to fresh clean ones fresh in the dryer.

Typically you’d want to sleep after so he played those calm noises you like and a glass of water.

right after you dried off with the help of him as you could still barley process what happened, you’d sleep in a shirt of his and a pair of panties.

You’d fall asleep once immediately in the warmth of his arms.

“There you go, sleep well baby”.

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[lundenloves]

Dad!Simon reacting to his oldest daughter having a small crush on a boy at school! Overprotective dad!simon having to be scary (ofc not towards his lil family) but in private with Wife!Reader he’s emotional because his little girl is growing up 😭😭 fluff mix with tiny angst

Thx! Love ya Dad Simon series 🖤

dad!simon masterlist | taglist

ANON! This mf would get migraines over the idea of his sweet little baby girl and a boy. I’ve had quite a few asks about this, all along the same lines (crush, boyfriend etc) so just decided to make one of all of them. Unless someone wants something dead specific, shout me!

Everyone grab your binoculars as we observe from a safe distance.

He almost choked on his drink, dropping the glass to the counter with a cringe inducing clink. One that echoed around the now silent kitchen as his eyes caught onto his wife’s. “A what?”

His eldest daughter threw her arms in the air in battle of her mother. “Why would you even say anything to him, oh my god.” She groaned frustratedly, attempting to storm away but cut short when Simon had cleared his throat.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” He leant his palm on the kitchen counter, looking down at the girl who was slowly growing to look like her mother instead of him. “What’s his name?”

“Because you’re like this.” She gestured to him, whining a sigh and turning to her mother. “Tell him, mum. He always gets involved.”

Simon laughed, balling his hand into a fist and habitually hitting down on the counter with his movement. “I’m only asking, love.” His arms then crossed over his chest, feet a length apart from another. “What age is he?”

“See!” She shot a hand toward him, widening her eyes at you. “He can’t help it.”

“Well, I need to know what—“

“Simon.” You held a hand out to silence him, a slight tilt of your head telling him to let go. “Invite him for dinner, darling.” The warmth in your voice made Simon itch from the other side of the counter, a half-hearted glare piercing into you over what you had just asked.

“No.”

“Why?” You knew exactly why.

“Because dad will just fu- interrogate him.” She left the room, walking down the hall as she continued, “Which he doesn’t even get to do. He’s never here anyway!” Her words were spat out and Simon tsked, turning back to you when she had stomped up the stairs.

“He’s her age.” You said quietly.

“You knew?” He whisper-shouted as you took a step toward him.

“Of course I knew.” He humphed when you had wrapped your arms around him, humming into his chest. “That’s what mothers are for.” A long sigh left him at that, pulling back from you and rubbing a hand through his hair and down his face visibly stressed.

“I need a cigarette.”

“It was always going to happen, Simon.” You smiled, following him outside and nudging his shoulder playfully. “Leave her be. What’s the worst that could happen?”

He eyed you through a sideward glance.

“She’s not going to get pregnant.”

“If she’s with a little rat—“

“Stop.”

He lit his cigarette, taking a long inhale before shrugging. “That kid is not stepping one foot into this house.” The smoke escaped his mouth with each word, creating a momentary cloud around him. “Not when i’m here.”

“She’s growing up.”

“Too fast.” Simon shook his head with another long drag, the two of them stood in silence.

Being a father to a teenage girl was a new era of problems. Ones he was yet to even learn about never-mind tackle, and this was apparently one of them. The boyfriend dilemma. He was not immune to the dad feelings, resulting in many a phone call to Johnny who somehow knew everything. The man didn’t even have a family.

“Just invite the kid, see what happens. He’s hardly going to pull out an M9.”

“I’m not having him ‘round.”

“She can go to his then.”

“No she fucking can’t.”

In result, he was invited over. On one condition with his daughter, so was uncle Johnny.

Him and Simon were stood in the kitchen when the scrawny kid walked in. You had convinced your husband that holding his knife wasn’t a great idea, twirling it around his fingers before forcefully sticking it into the chopping board.

“Alright, son.” Johnny slapped a hand onto the kids back, ultimately welcoming him but also shoving him toward Simon.

“Sorry. That’s my uncle.” His daughter would point with her eyes, steering him away from her dad and to the seat furthest away. Many a death-stare had been shot across the table toward her father, all returned of course if it wasn’t for you stomping on Simon’s foot underneath it.

It was a mess, to say the least. Bar Johnny’s flamboyant stories that kept at least a drop of fun.

this was supposed to be a lot shorter but LMAOO you can’t convince me ghost wouldn’t recruit soap in this whole thing. THIS is canon. so many thoughts, such little brain.

simon ‘ghost’ riley taglist: @vamppxncess @freakonfilm @crowbird @misshoneypaper @tallrock35 @fluffmonster @islanderr @blueoorchid @abbugaduu @lea3773 @coldflapjack @rayhawk05 @han11dh @liishook @melovetitties @fallonx @rvjaa @fuckmelifesucks @bhayatsara @takeomisbitch @local-spidey @konigsblog

if you weren’t tagged i couldn’t get your blog!

[vivvangel]

could u do when enha sees u trying to reach smtg on top of tha shelf ( short reader ) tysmmm and I love ur content

viv's note 💌: this is such a cute ask, thank u!! tried keeping it gender neutral. girlies who read dork diaries raise your hand also nikis scenario is a bit diff ig ☝🏻 ✧ warnings: very small and precise scenarios tbh. enha x short reader, teasing, use of nicknames and swearing. fluff!

tiny | enhypen reaction to their short s/o trying to reach something on top of the shelf !

LEE HEESEUNG (♡⁠)

"what are you doing, baby?" he says, a smirk spreading on his lips when he sees you not being able to reach the top shelf. "just tryna-" you pause, tiptoing to reach it, but no avail. "just trying to grab my mug, hee" you turn around, pouting — heeseung thinks you're absolutely adorable, coming towards you and patting your head, grabbing the mug with ease, you could never. "here you go," he smiles softly, why was your boyfriend such a giant? you weren't short, he's just too tall! really.

PARK JONGSEONG (♡⁠)

from the bedroom, jay heard you screaming, "JAAAAAYY" — him frantically running to your voice, "what's wrong?, oh my god" jay's eyes scan the room for a second, "love, what's wrong?" he asks softly. you looked at him, as you stood in front of the bookshelf, with your hands on your hip. cute, jay thinks, walking to you. "my majesty, how can i help you?" he says sarcastically and you point to the fourth shelf, "dork diaries, i wanna reread.. dork diaries" you say, your voice trailing off into a mere whisper by the end of it. "goodness sake, love" he eyerolled, grabbing it for you.

SIM JAEYUN (♡⁠)

baking with jake, what could ever go wrong? nothing, except the fact you couldn't reach a damn thing. "i swear in another life, ill be born as a 7 foot nba player, for fucks sake" you huff, as a result of being unable to grab the sugar, as you continue mixing the cupcake batter to achieve a more liquid state. "yeah right, you'd still be a short dork" jake chuckles, shooting you a playful glance as he grabbed the sugar from the shelf, sliding it on the counter to you. "hey, you aren't that tall yourself, mr sim" you taunt, making him grin. "taller than the you, aren't i?" — "oh, shut up yunie"

PARK SUNGHOON (♡⁠)

the front door of your shared apartment flung open, sunghoon glancing at the door before his eyes went back on the game he was playing on the tv. "you home already?" he asks, glancing at you once again as you come in with your shopping bags, putting them down on the kitchen counter. "you will not believe what happened!" you say, sunghoon noting a frustrated tone in your voice. he looks behind, "mhm, tell me about it" and looks back at the game. "i was at the store, and i was struggling to grab stuff from the shelves and the worker there thought i was a fucking child, can you believe that?" you scoff, it was completely unbelievable to you that they'd think that — not that unbelievable to your boyfriend, sunghoon, who literally always towered over you. he quietly chuckles — "stop laughing at my misery, hoon!"

KIM SEONWOO (♡⁠)

"baby, i wanna do that big boy trend" you voiced out, sitting up on the sofa. "big boy trend? isn't that dead already?" sunoo says skeptically, side eyeing you. you whine out a please, and he agrees — "but cutie, compared to you, i'm like.. actually big, you couldn't even grab the bowl—" he says, biting his lip to hide the wheeze that would come out if he didn't, "i'm not short!" — "yeah, princess, whatever you say. now come here!"

YANG JUNGWON (♡⁠)

"wonie, i have something extremely serious to talk about" you lowly say, making jungwon look at you, narrowing his eyes. "serious, huh? what's up?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "i think.. i think i'm too short for you" — what? jungwon starts laughing, how does he have the audacity to laugh! "why are you laughing, won?" you question him, crossing your arms. "baby, you're so tiny and cute, i wanna put you in my pocket. -- oh? is this about you not being able to grab my tie from that box earlier?" he chuckles, and you nod. "you're so short, but you're cute so it's fine" — "so, you think i'm short?" — "i think you're cute, y/n"

NISHIMURA RIKI (♡⁠)

having a boyfriend so tall, makes you look like a little gremlin beside him (his words, not mine!) "riki, i'm literally not that short, you're just—" you tiptoe, trying to get the childhood photo of you out of his hands, you don't even get to finish your sentence, niki cutting you off. "i'm just too tall" he mimics your tone, bursting out in laughter, ruffling your hair. "hey! i wasn't done!" you pout, but he kisses it away.

[duckugou]

NSFW THOUGHTS

Literally just nasty, longing, much needed sex with kirishima in the middle of the week. There’s nothing else to it.

Minors please fuck off

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Thinking about you and kirishima finally getting some alone time that isn’t taken up by chores. “Let me see that pussy- i miss her”

Your legs are spread and he’s tracing his fingers around your cunt while you’re trying not to be needy.

“God you have the prettiest pussy. It’s so cute.”

“Don’t call my vagina cute!” You giggle.

“It is though! My favorite part is how it tastes though.” He pushes your legs up to your chest and licks a stripe up the center of where you need him.

He absolutely devours your pussy like he hasn’t eaten in months. The sounds of slurping, moaning, and groans echo through the bedroom and just when you think it can’t get better, he puts a finger in without warning, making you shriek. Sucking on your clit, he pistons his fingers, two now, in and out- hitting your favorite spot every time. Your eyes roll back and your back arches off the bed as you cum again and again.

He takes his fingers out for a second just to shove them in your mouth. “Don’t you just taste so fuckin sweet baby?” He asks as you nod and suck his fingers clean of your own cum.

He laughs lightly, putting his fingers back into your core, “god i fuckin love you.”

“I love y-you to-o-“ you moan out.

Leaning back, his fingers don’t leave your pussy. Your brain is foggy and you feel him kiss your feet that are in the air. It’s something neither of you talk about but something he does on occasion. You don’t mind. It’s sweet.

He dives back in and drags another orgasm out of you before pulling away and taking his clothes off (finally).

Putting his tip in, you forgot how big he was. Letting out a moan/scream mix, you grab onto his arms for a sense of grounding.

“Oh baby, you can take it. You’re always just so good for me huh?” He says, knowing how to relax you enough to let him in.

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans fill the air as you cum again, making him fuck you harder, resulting in your eyes crossing.

“Fuck you’re so pretty baby.”

You cant respond. There’s too much happening to form a thought.

The overstimulation makes you cum again within a minute and you could explode.

He cages you in with his arms, your legs against your own body, his body stills and he fills you with cum of his own, moaning in your ear shamelessly.

He pushes himself up for a second to look at how disheveled you are.

“You didn’t even see my tits and you came.” You joke, laughing lightly.

“I know Angel, it’s been so long i just needed to fill you.” He leans back down, caging you in again.

You’re writhing still as he starts fucking into you slowly, muttering something about needing to keep you full.

You stay like that for a while, feeing the slow drag of his half hard cock in and out of your hole- both of you and the bed are soaked.

After a while, you ask to ride him. He lets you take control but makes you take it as slow as he was, resulting in your own whining. Even though your on top, he’s still in control.

You try to fuck him harder and he grabs your hips, whispering “No no baby, slow. Let me do it let me do it. I got you.” And who are you to say no to him?

He fucks you from below and you nuzzle your face into his neck, leaving kisses and whispering his name in his ear.

You lean back up, his still hardening cock reaching new spots, and he just can’t help himself.

“Can i see your tits now mama?” He giggles.

You laugh with him and take your shirt off, leaning down because you know he wants to suck them. And suck them he does.

You swear you could cum from just his mouth on your nipples- and after a minute, you do. He sucks them hard and bites lightly, relishing in the very moment your skin is connected to him.

You both have never been so in love.

Your legs can’t hold you anymore, so you get off and offer him a blow job.

“We can stop baby, i don’t have to cum again if your sore.” He says, kissing your temple.

“I wan’ it.” You pout, the pain being nothing compared to the pleasure.

You get on your hands and knees on the bed in front of him, and let him use your wet sloppy pussy until he cums again. And you both feel so euphoric.

He helps you to the bathroom and cleans you both up after you both pee. And the cuddles that night are absolutely incredible.

——

Idk I’m not proofreading this i wrote it on my phone love u

[chukys-mouthguard]

For your prompt requests maybe prompt #1 with Joseph Woll, maybe she lives in Toronto and he went home for the off-season.

I’ve never written for Joseph Woll, but he cracks me up in any little player personality type videos so I really enjoyed writing this one!

“I don’t think you’re gonna even recognize me when you see me babe.” 

Smirking to yourself you couldn’t help but chuckle. Joseph had been talking all about his off season training and how excited he was to get back to Toronto. To which you could attest, he looked great. He’d spent the summer with a couple of old teammates and they all committed to a pretty strict training program. The results were more than Joseph could’ve expected, giving him a nice confidence boost ahead of training camp. But of course it was also a plus for you to be able to drool all over your boyfriend’s new hot body. 

“What did you get facial reconstruction surgery too? I didn’t know that was part of the training program.” He snorts out a laugh, always loved your quick comebacks and digs you could dish out. 

“God I miss you.” 

He lighthearted tone now fading as his line of the phone goes silent. 

“One more night, and then you’ll finally be back in my arms.” You playfully call out into the phone as you head to the fridge to grab a drink before plopping down on the couch. 

“One more night might as well be 10! I don’t know what’s been hard this summer; my training schedule or not having you to come home to everyday. Of course you couldn’t be making me bomb ass dinners like usual. Would probably have to throw a few extra salads into the mix. Oh my god and no more cookies or banana bread.” 

He jokingly whined into the phone as you just shook your head. “Babe, you know there are healthier baked good alternatives I could make right?” “Yeah and they probably taste like shit! I can’t have you ruin my opinion of your baking with some gluten free buckwheat flower yak’s milk concoction. Noooo way!” 

Your laugh now filling your apartment, causing Joseph to even laugh at his own words. “I don’t even know if buckwheat flour is a thing…or yak’s milk. But if it is, I don’t want it!” 

The two of you continuing on your conversation as you’d heard the sound of Joseph’s car turning off, the locking with a beep. You hadn’t even noticed he was driving if you were honest. To excited about the conversation of him soon being home. 

“Joseph Woll, where on earth are you driving to this late at night?” Scolding him playfully you can hear him grabbing something from his car, assuming he had one last late night training session before he came back to Toronto. 

“Home silly goose.” 

Shrugging it off you picked back up in the conversation, discussing some new plot point that was introduced in one of your guilty pleasure tv shows that Joseph loved hearing the drama about. 

“And then, they built up the entire episode for you to think she was going to end up choosing Aaron, but then at the last minute she-knock knock knock- who the hell is knocking on my door at 11:50pm. Babe, stay on the phone please?” 

He hummed a response, letting you know he was still on the line as you nervously walked toward the door. The peep hole being covered so you couldn’t see who the culprit was. Deciding you weren’t tempting fate, you walked away, pickup back up with your story. 

“Babe who was at the door?” 

“I don’t know the peep hole was covered! I’m not trying to die before my boyfriend gets back home!” 

He laughed at you as a triple knock came again. 

“Trust me babe, open the door…” 

Something in his voice made you suspicious, quickly hustling back to the door to open it. Only to find Joseph standing their with a cheesy grin on his face as he laughed at you. 

“Joseph Woll you scared me half to death! What is wrong with you?” 

Playfully smacking him before jumping into his arms, wrapping him in a hug before pulling his lips to yous. “I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to get home to you. Can you forgive me?” 

He pouted his lips only to have the pout kissed away by you instantly. “Of course, now wait a minute-“ taking a step back you eyed him up and down. Taking in how his chest and arms now filled out his tshirt, how his joggers clung to his thighs. 

“I’m not sure we’ve actually ever met, you don’t look familiar, what’s your name?” He rolled his eyes at your comments, poking fun at his claim you’d not even recognize him. 

“Very funny, guess I won’t show what I look like without the shirt then if you don’t recognize me.” He leaned in as he spoke, his lips almost brushing yours with his words before he headed off down the hall to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, as you quickly followed. 

“Joooo, you know I’m just messing around I-“ stopping in your tracks you’d turned in the doorway of the bathroom to find him now shirtless as he reached into the cupboard for a towel. 

“Wow.” 

Simply the only words you could get out as he just smirked, slightly chuckling at your reaction before turning to face you. Closing the distance as you tried your best to look him in the eyes though his muscles really stealing the show. 

“Do you wanna pick your jaw up now or after I shower?” 

[losing-it-lately]

doing Steve's makeup

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steve harrington x reader fluff

Steve Harrington feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. He didn’t even think he deserved heaven after everything he did in high school and all the girls’ hearts he strung along and all the people he hurt. But now, with his head in your hands and his heart in your palms, he thinks that maybe he did really turn his life around; his mind is mostly empty, just one last question bouncing around the crevices of his brain: “how is he even here?”

If you ask anyone but Steve, the answer would be simple. Ask Eddie, and he would just explain that it’s common knowledge that metal music is a progressive scene, one where man and makeup collide. That, and that Steve melts like butter in the palm of your hand, choosing to do anything to get close to you, even rejecting his “boy-next-door” look for some black eyeliner. Ask Nancy, and she would tell you she’s been waiting for someone kind to come back to Steve and that Steve has been waiting for you to come to him. Ask Robin, and she will wind up about a messy and descriptive but warm anecdote that all starts with you bringing them to Corroded Coffin’s new gig.

The Hideout is never packed, unless it’s a Friday. The combination of loud music, non-functioning lights and Hawkin’s lack of bars and clubs resulted in an absolute haven for youth, and on top of that, Corroded Coffin had been moved from their regular Tuesday shift to the late Friday night one. Usually, the odd scent of the bar mixed with the unnecessary amount of people was enough to turn you away from Friday nights at the Hideout, but Eddie was playing; what kind of hype man would you be if you didn’t drag Robin and Steve with you?

Despite the overfilled bar, someone had still managed to catch Robin’s eye in the corner of the bar.

“Oh my god. She’s here! She’s here and I look like shit!” In classic Buckley fashion, Robin began what should have been a calm night by noticing Nancy Wheeler in the corner of the Hideout with her classic notepad and her permed bangs; a journalist in the making writing for an article in the making, a little column piece on Eddie’s “up and coming band”.

“Rob, you never look like shit,” you reassure as you begin to reach for your purse. Robin’s a smart girl, but she forgets how other people see her and can spiral. Sometimes she just needs something to ground her- “I can do your makeup if it makes you feel better?”

Robin’s lips begin to turn back up, her eyes preen with appreciation and she rasps out a kind “yes please!”

She lowers herself on a barstool. The bar was mostly dark, excusing some random working lamps above varying booths, but it was still enough for Steve to gaze at you, whilst you finished working your magic. Cleaning and then using a soft eyeliner to blend her eyes and then a mascara to draw attention to them, Robin laughs as your collection of tools softly tickles her face.

Steve’s wide eyes repeatedly glance over your face, concentration forcing you to forget about his presence. He has never wanted anything more than how he wants to wear that makeup.

Using the dark brown liner and the random mauve-y, chocolatey shade of old lipstick in your purse, you finished up adorning Robin’s face. The perfect time for Steve to interject. “i want makeup too,” he squeaks out.

Both yours and Robin's eyes zero in on him, a knowing smirk gracing Robin's face before she leaps from her chair and practically runs to Nancy.

“For the concert, I want to look metal,” he adds as a small blush begins to grow from his ears.

“Ok,” you respond with a smile. He starts shifting in his chair, trying to figure out an angle where he can be comfortably near you and you can easily start fixing up his face. As you stand in front of him and manoeuvre your hands to hold him, a gentle feeling starts to spread in his torso. You’re so close, and from this angle, you are so beautiful. His eyes gaze up at you and his hands circle around your legs, firmly grasping the backs of your thighs. His hands are soft and strong, and his touch is light and warm.

You hold his jaw with the palm of your hand; if you press enough, you can feel his heartbeat quicken under your fingers. You had never thought that Steve Harrington would be interested in makeup or metal music, and you were right; he wasn’t interested in makeup or metal music- he was interested in you.

Taking the spare black eyeliner from your bag, you begin to draw on his eyes, occasionally angling his head in a new direction. Steve feels like every time you come near him, his life goes in a new direction. You colour and smudge the eyeliner, ignoring his big brown eyes and the way that they monitor your every move. You feel like you could live in his gaze, and truth be told, he would let you.

Your fingers begin to inch up from his neck and chin to his lips, ghosting over them as both of your breathing dwindles. You can feel the air he breathes out on your finger tips, in fact, without noticing, you begin to feel it on your face as he brings you closer. His hands push you into him as his lined eyes drop down to your lips.

Steve’s eyes begin to close and he can feel your lips getting even closer, and then he hears you gasp loudly in shock. His eyes startle open and his hands are suddenly cold and wet. Somebody's beer is washed down your back, your hair and blouse drenched from behind.

Steve lips frown in a soft pout as it hits him that the moment is gone. Everything turns into white noise as he understands that you nearly kissed him: the apologies from the drunk girl who spilled it, Eddie’s music, the bartender's offer of napkins. It all fades until he watches you slip off to the bathroom, trying to fix your problem.

[mins-fins]

EPISODE 9 : ❛ baby can we fix it? ❜

"Yn I swear to fucking god if you ask about Mark one more time I'm literally going to strangle you".

"I was just going to ask about how long until we go up.."

"Are you lying?"

"..Yeah".

You let out a small sigh of defeat at the looks Ten and Yangyang send you, and the keyboardist simply pokes your shoulder, much to your own dismay. You perform in ten minutes and you haven't seen Mark anywhere, not that you were looking for him or anything, you were just scouring the area and caught no sight of him, which sort of worried you but it's not like that!

You're totally over your ex! You're not exhibiting any not-over-him-behavior at all!

"Don't look at me like that!" Your quick to shout, earning a snicker from the eldest as Yangyang just glances between the two of you. You cross your arms, stubborn. "I just.. I don't know I'm nervous I guess because he's going to be watching the set".

"He watched last time" Dejun startles you by coming out of nowhere. You give him just the slightest scowl, one he responds to with that smug grin of his.

"Well I didn't see him last time and besides, I'm also kinda nervous cause I'm singing this time and the last time I sang was a long time ago suspiciously right before we broke up and now—"

"Yn" Dejun cuts in, annoyed, he rolls his eyes. "You're going to be fine, seriously, people have been begging for your singing return since like.. forever".

"And Mark loves when you sing!" Jaemin lightly shoves your shoulder, then reaches down for your hand, lacing your fingers together. "The song is also amazing, you'll be fine! Now come dance with me!"

Before you can respond to that, Jaemin tightens his grip around your hand and pulls you into one of his backstage dance processes. "Just don't pull my arm off please" You earn a giggle from the Na as he spins you around, giving you something that's a mix of a nod and shake of the head.

"We go up in five!"

"I hear you!" You yell back, exchanging a small smile with Ten as you continue to entertain yourself by dancing with Jaemin.

Mark can't exactly focus on the chatter of his bandmates as he's distracted.

Focused looking for you, that is. You sang today, literally, you sang, Mark feels like the people above heard his prayers or something. It was hard to not look away from you, even though he was supposed to be tuning his guitar, he couldn't help but focus on you.

Even throughout his performance he couldn't help but think about you. Did you watch it? What did you think of it? Did you even care about Mark? He feels he has to talk to you or he's gonna die or something.

Mark spends a few minutes scanning the area looking for you, but he has no luck, resulting in a frown appearing on his face. He lets out a silent sigh of disappointment, one that his bandmates hear, because Donghyuck's head shoots up.

"What are you upset about?"

Mark lets a small laugh leave his lips. "Nothing, I'm just.." He pauses in between his words. Now he could lie and just say that the adrenaline rush has worn off and he's feeling tired, but he may as well say it like it is this point. "Looking for Yn, I don't see him anywhere".

Donghyuck allows for his eyes to widen comically at the words, Mark actually admitted it for once? He must be dreaming. "Your serious?"

Mark is way too busy trying to find you to register Donghyuck's tone of disbelief. "Yeah.. I can't find him".

Donghyuck laughs at his sheer dedication, but Mark isn't thinking about that right now, he's thinking about you. He pauses as he hears you say something, easily able to pinpoint your voice even with the loud music playing.

"Oh my god am I stepping on your shoes?" Mark hears you giggle, apparently amused by what the person you're talking to said. "Sorry! Seriously Yang! No no no don't step on my shoes—"

Mark finally spots you after forever, letting out small shrieks as you try to stop Yangyang from stepping on your shoes. Your fingers are intertwined, a fact that would Mark jealous if he didn't pick up on how happy you look, the smile on your face so bright it's practically lighting up the room.

Your over the moon as you continue your stupid pair dance with Yangyang, trying to avoid his feet as giggles escape your lips. Oh Mark loves your laugh, it reminds him of other times, the times when the two of you used to dance in your living room, Mark almost wants to die right then and there, he probably looks so pathetic, watching his ex boyfriend dance with his friend like some sort of hawk.

His thought process is interrupted when Yangyang suddenly seems to spot him, before Mark is even deciding on if he wants to go over to you or not. He looks to you, then back to Mark, who takes a step forward. Yangyang spins you around again, but instead of pulling you back closer to him this time, he lets go of you, giving you a slight push, making you stumble and land right in front of Mark.

You almost bump into him, but you balance yourself, instead ending up standing right in front of Mark, all Yangyang does is shoot Mark a small smile, immediately turning around and beginning to converse with Ten, allowing for the situation to unravel itself.

"Hi".

"Hi" Mark is quick to greet back, he pushes down any of his nerves because it's just you, it's just you. "Miss me?"

You want to collapse when he asks that, oh he gets to you without even realizing it. Curse you Mark Lee, you muse in your head, but you chuckle lightly. "Not really" You lie, resisting the urge to laugh at the expression you get from him.

Mark pouts. "Not even a little bit?"

You roll your eyes at the display, but you don't want the conversation to stop. "Maybe just.. the tiniest bit" You raise your index finger and thumb, pressing them a ways distance from another.

That's a lie.

But if Mark notices it (which he does) he doesn't say anything, shoving his hands into his sweater pockets as he studies you. "You sang" He's quick to remark, a remark that gets a laugh out of you.

"Yeah it was a last minute decision I just—" You pause, trying to correctly collect your words. "I don't know, I thought I'd give Dejun a break".

"Ah" Mark hums, and you want to punch him for being so attractive. "It was a good decision, I like your singing voice".

You raise an eyebrow. "Like?"

Mark instantly gets what you mean by that, because you seem to always know what he's thinking without him having to say anything. "I love your singing voice".

You feign a gasp of surprise and place a hand on your chest. "Aww, really?"

"I'll take it back right now".

"You wouldn't".

"Wanna bet?"

You narrow your eyes at the inquiry, though you'd love to take it as a challenge, you fear you'll collapse from the way Mark is staring at you. "I'd win, easily".

"You're so confident".

You hum in agreement, a prideful smile taking its place on your face as you watch Mark snicker and look the other way. "So what are we?"

"Hm?"

"Are we friends?"

Do you want to be? You bite your tongue, not asking that, you're afraid it's a little too desperate to ask in front of Mark. Your eyes dart around every corner of the room before you finally look back at Mark, a small chuckle leaving your lips. "No, were sworn enemies, Mark".

"Ouch, that hurts Yn" Mark places a hand on his chest as if he'd just been shot there, and you can only roll your ghosts.

"Oh poor you, want me to kiss your wound better?" You honestly have no idea where that came from, you genuinely just wanted to respond with some snappy words, but that is what decided to escape your lips instead.

"I'd love for you to".

You scoff lightly, he's unbelievable. "In your dreams maybe, have a good night Mark".

Mark laughs again, smiling as he sees you try to resist the urge to smile yourself. "Have a good night, Yn".

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TMayNT Day 13: Best Don

Day 13 of @tmaynt Prompt: Best Don!

Oh my sweet, how I've waited for this day! It should probably come as no surprise to anyone who fallows me or anyone who saw my Day 1 entry that Donnie is my favorite turtle! Hands down, no contest!

But here comes the hard part. Choosing my favorite! Gunna be honest, it's a very hard decision. Each Donnie has a quality to them that I just adore! Intelligence! I don't like to think of myself as that smart, at least not in the way Donnie is! And I love me some soft nerdy types! And when it comes to personality, it gets even harder to pick, because literally ALL of them are just precious.

87 is smart but a bit of a dork! 2003 is...goals. Sweet, kind, has a tiny bit of spice to him, and still has the skills to pay the bills! 2007, while not having much screen time, is a reliable man.

IDW, tbh, I've yet to read the comics in full, but from what I can see, he seems a lot like a mix of both 2003, 2007, and 87 Don. As in, while he's a little more softspoken then the others, he can still hold his own in a fight! And despite having been through some clearly otherworldly shit, he's a skeptic when it comes to magic. But I love the way they wrote him! (And his death scene still makes me cry! And seeing him still deal with pain from that incident is just *Chef's kiss*!)

2012....well...I don't have much to say about him. Frankly he's my least favorite out of the bunch, and all because the writers really wanted to play fanfic writer and they leaned whyyyyy too hard into the nerd stereotype. Resulting in making him borderline creepy to April. (Not that she's perfect either because goddess on a stick I'm not getting into that today.) The one thing I'll give him is that his sarcasm in this one made his very funny to hear in banter, and I apricate that they were trying to do more then just change the skin colors to make the boys stand out from one another. (But guys...really....the gap in the teeth was just not necessary..)

The Bayverse Donnie was one that had to grow on me a little, cause I'm part of the crowed that thought they looked a bit rough. But I agree that that's kinda the point, they're mutants. They more then likely would be a little rough looking irl. But after aa bit, he does start looking pretty cute anyway! And his voice is on par with 2003, in that he just sounds so sweet! I wanna hug him! (PLUS, THE FUCKER IS 6'8"! I'M 5'3"! And I do have a weakness for taller dudes. Bonus if they wear glasses! :3)

Now, for Rise. I was once part of the Cowaboomer crowed that thought that since RISE was so different from the other versions, it was there for ruined. I've since watched it, and the movie, and if anything, I've proven that I no longer think this way! RISE Donnie tho...he had to grow on me. At first I really didn't like him. His personality was such a stark contrast from all the other versions that it was almost like he was a whole new character! And with the art style of RISE being so different, his design was quite a jolt too. (The eyebrows are...a choice.) But after a while, that smug fucking smile had me feeling a type of way. The way he'd make me laugh was starting to become infectious! And the next thing I knew, I fell for this version too! Pretty hard I might say. And while 2003 Donnie is the sweetest bean to ever grace my screen, RISE became the living definition of the meme "I'm a luxury few can afford!"! And I love him!

After that, we had the batman cross over that brought us another Donnie! Once that I'm happy didn't lean too heavy on the other versions. He looked a little like 2012, but was like a gentle mix or 2003 and Bayverse! He also got a lot more lines and personality in that movie! (As well as a broken arm! RIP)

Then Mutant Mayhem showed up, and oh my god if he isn't the same insufferable anime fan I was when I was a teen! He made me laugh, and was still an adorable little dork!

And then we have Fortnite Donnie, who...i gotta be honest, I don't play Fortnite. So I'm not sure if he or the others get much of a personality or story outside of the same story of the turtles that we all know by now. So i can't judge him based on personality. But...I do like his design. Tho I will continue to say Fortnite had NO RIGHT to make him THAT damn fine!

In the end, I love all Donnies! Some more then others, but they all mean something to me! And it was hard to choose! but in the end, I chose the two that had the most influence on me!

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 9: Family

Rolling hills, misty meadows, whispering streams. I’m beginning to like England. Granted the sun doesn’t come out much but nothing’s perfect. Right now we’re driving through the countryside in a dark green motorcar and I can’t stop sticking my head out the window.

“You’re going to get decapitated by a tree,” John states plainly.

“I’ll walk it off. This is amazing!” I laugh. “We don’t have sights like this in Brooklyn.”

I’m sitting in the back next to John, while Arthur sits up front and Thomas drives.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we head further into the wilderness. “You’re all not driving to the middle of nowhere just to bump me off, right?”

“No way,” John scoffs. “Finn would have our heads for killing his favorite teacher.”

“Well thank you! Also I must say this is a nice car. 1919 English Ford Model T designed by Ford, who is American by the way.”

I see Thomas roll his eyes. “Yes, yes. It’s charming how proud you are of your country’s inventions.”

“I thought you said we were going to the fair,” Arthur says to Thomas as he pulls up next to a river. 

“We have business first,” Thomas answers as he exits the car. “Come on, bring your wits.”

“What about the dame?” Arthur asks.

Thomas nods towards me. “She can come too.” 

“Why did she even have to come at all?”

“She could use some fresh air, same as all of us,” Thomas shrugs. He points to a few men standing next to a white horse. “Verena, that’s the Lee family.”

“Are they nice?” I ask John as Thomas walks ahead.

“Couldn’t tell you. We don’t do business with them.”

“Tommy!” One man shouts in greeting.

“Johnny Dogs.”

They each approach and begin to chat while the rest of us just wander in silence. I take the chance to get a better look at a gleaming white horse tied to a wagon. It’s a powerful beast, almost just as good as Monaghan Boy.

“So that’s the horse,” Thomas comments as he walks up behind me.

“And that’s the car,” the new man says as he looks at the vehicle we arrived in.

Both men go towards their desired things, with Thomas inspecting the horse’s hooves and the other man checking out the car.

“Wait a minute. You’re not swapping the car for a bloody horse,” Arthur warns.

I continue to stroke the horse while the men go on flipping some coins, resulting in Thomas winning and letting the man take the car for a spin. However Thomas seems to notice some laughter coming from the Lee family and he walks closer to get up in their faces.

“Are you Lee boys laughing at my brother? Are you, eh? I asked you a question!”

My instincts kick in and alert me to a possible fight. Not wanting things to get ugly, I quickly stride forward to get closer to Thomas.

“Mr. Shelby, this doesn’t have to get ugly. I know it’s not my place-”

“You’re right, it’s not,” Thomas states harshly without looking away from the Lee men. I have to admit that kind of hurt.

“Tommy come on, it's just a craic!” The man called Johnny tries to talk him down, then speaks in an unfamiliar language to the Lee men.

“Yeah but his mom was a Diddicoy whore,” one Lee jabs at Thomas.

That does it. Something in Thomas’ eyes flashes, as if all his humanity has just clocked out. Before I know what’s happening he grips his flat cap and I see the gleam of metal in the pale sunlight. Oh my God. The instant Thomas draws blood John shoves me to the ground out of the way as more attacks roll out. The Shelbys whip their caps across the Lee boys, sending spurts of blood everywhere. In this violent mix all I can do is crawl away to stand next to the horse. Fists are thrown and pretty soon all Shelby brothers are kicking at the defeated Lee men lying in the mud. 

John and Arthur sulk back to the car and Thomas comes over to obtain the horse. There’s still a storm of emotions behind his eyes but when he sees me hiding behind the panting animal his gaze softens by a fraction.

“You don’t seem too upset. Not that your reaction matters.”

“I don’t blame you.” This surprises Thomas and I continue. “I myself am a tolerant woman. You could slander and shame me until my name is worth dirt. But there are some things I will not stand for.” I begin to hold up three fingers. “One, do not shame my country. Two, do not shame my religion. And three, do not shame my family. Family is everything to me, and I can see it means just as much to you. I don’t know your history but that doesn’t matter. Those bastards had no right to say something like that.”

We walk back to the car and Thomas realizes something. “You know I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear.”

I snicker. “Don’t get used to it, Thomas. I tend to keep a very clean vocabulary.”

The ride back is an awkwardly silent one. All Shelby brothers share the same sour expression with grim eyes. As an outcast I feel it’s not for me to have an input; yet my heart aches for their wounded spirits. I can only hope things are better back in town-

“Now what the bloody Hell’s been going on here?”

Arthur’s voice stirs me from my thoughts and I look out the window to see- Dear Lord. Groups of coppers swarm through the streets, rounding up cityfolk into groups as they tear through their homes. Some people aren’t even fully clothed.

“Oh my God- What happened?”

“Looks like the work of them new coppers,” Thomas mutters darkly. “There you are, Steenstra. Here’s the justice you asked for.” 

I shake my head in dismay as we pass the humiliated masses. “This… This isn’t justice. It's an abuse of power. I mean, look at these poor people! They’re embarrassed, scared… This is why in America we have constitutional rights!”

“But we ain’t in the States, are we love?” Thomas rebuts.

It seems like an eternity before we get back to the Shelby household. Arthur goes off alone and I follow John to the common area, where I find Finn indulged in a book.

“Anything good?”

His eyes don’t stray from the page. “Umhm.”

“Glad you lot are finally back,” Polly says in an unamused tone as she enters from the kitchen. When she sees Thomas her eyes narrow as that of a hawk circling its prey. “That new inspector wants to talk to you. Lickey Tea Rooms, ten o’clock on Friday. He came into the church with his feathers in a bunch, claiming to be looking for something.”

Her eyes continue to linger on Thomas and we both know what she’s talking about. I can tell there’s more to be discussed that’s none of my business so I decide to head back to Finn. But their meeting must have been short because Thomas is following close behind.

“Where are you off to?” I ask softly.

“I’m off to go stable the new horse, get him settled in.”

I nod. “Do you have a name for him yet?”

Thomas’ eyes spark with wonder. “Not yet. Something will pop into me head.”

Now we’re at the back door and for some unknown reason I want to follow him even though there’s no reason to. Deep down I feel bad that Thomas has to shield so much. He’s far from a righteous man but that does not mean he does not deserve compassion.

“What about the cop?” 

He must see through to my concern because Thomas leans in to give me a playful wink. “I’ve got ideas.”

I tilt my head in curiosity. “Mind spilling?”

“We have a fire. One that burns all pictures of the king.”

“I’m assuming that’s a big deal to you Brits?”

Thomas laughs at my naive mindset. “Very big deal. It’ll send a message to those coppers and anyone else who’ll listen. I even called in for a reporter.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, yes. Breaking news: Thomas Shelby led away in handcuffs on an arson charge.”

“Not to worry, love,” Thomas says before tipping his hat in parting. “It takes a lot to beat the Peaky Blinders.”

Now we see John and Arthur approach, both with divided looks.

“I hope to God you know what you’re doing,” Arthur comments before they all walk out the door.

“So do I,” I mutter once they’re out of earshot.

Lord only knows how to tame those Shelbys. Maybe I’ll have better luck with Finn. Upon returning to the living room I see he’s still reading and has been joined by Ada, who’s gulping down water as if there’s no tomorrow.

“Goodness, Ada. Trying to drown yourself with that much water?”

The Shelby sister grunts. “I’m so overheated, you have no idea. I just can’t seem to cool down- Also do you smell ham?”

This puzzles me. When I first met Ada she was calm and collected. Now her mind is unsettled and confused. Yet this is skimmed over by Finn because he looks up from his page with a curious expression.

“Verena, what’s it like in America? Tommy says Americans are-”

“Finn!” Ada scolds. “We all know very well what Tommy thinks of Americans. There’s no need to repeat his outlandish beliefs.”

“No no, that’s alright,” I hold up my hand. “If there’s one thing I’m used to it’s discussing my culture. When you’re from a cramped city like Brooklyn there’s no way around bumping into multiple lineages. If you want to know about America the first thing you must learn is that not all Americans fall under the same heritage. We take pride in our mixed cultures but still remember the traditions of those who came before us. For example, since part of my family is Dutch we believe in keeping our ground floor curtains open pretty much all the time, because it shows we have nothing to hide.” I get a sheepish grin. “Although… Since my family lives in an apartment we don’t have ground floor windows, so we just keep a few open. Another tradition we follow is joining the Irish celebration of Samhain, which takes place on October 31st. It’s an ancient Celtic festival that marks the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter.”

Suddenly Ada sprints over to the kitchen sink and throws up all the water she just consumed. I quickly follow over and try to help by rubbing her back and holding her hair out of the way.

“Jesus, Ada! You must have a stomach bug. Finn, go find Polly-”

“No, I’m fine,” Ada quickly declines. “J-Just a little dizzy, just need some rest. I’m going to bed.”

She wanders down the hall to her room despite my attempt of coaxing her to lie on the couch. Once she shuts the door Finn and I exchange confused looks.

“I’ll never understand women,” Finn shakes his head.

“I am one and I don’t fully understand them,” I give a stiff laugh. “I’ll let Polly know when she gets back. For now how about a lecture on American geography?”

Finn bookmarks his page and claps his hands. “I’m all in!”

[maternity-morningstar]

Angel, the reason why I mentioned phantom pregnancy is because it's something that some women, or in this case, men in hell, would become pregnant, but they wouldn't notice due to lacking any of the symptoms that would be tied to pregnancy. Some signs of pregnancy would show, but it would usually be the lack of periods. But other signs such as morning sickness, mood swings, etc would not be shown.

I'm not really a professional on this but I have heard of these kinds of pregnancy stories before.

The next day, Lucifer and Angel find themselves in the waiting room of their usual doctor’s office, both feeling an odd mix of anxiety and dread. The sterile smell of the clinic and the faint hum of medical equipment only amplify their nerves.

Lucifer: *fidgeting in his chair* You know, Angel, I really don’t like this. I’d rather be anywhere but here.

Angel: *rolling his eyes, arms crossed* Yeah, tell me about it. I just wanna get this over with. The idea of popping out another kid this soon? *shudders* Nah, man.

The nurse eventually calls their names, and they’re led to the examination room. After some routine tests and awkward small talk with the doctor, they’re left alone for a few moments, both anxiously waiting for the results.

Lucifer: *glancing over at Angel* So... what are you thinking? Still freaking out?

Angel: *shrugging, tapping his foot nervously* Eh, I dunno. I just... I don’t feel pregnant, you know? Like, with Vanilla, I just knew. Something was off from the start. This time, it feels... different.

Lucifer: *nods* Yeah, I get that. But still, if you are... we’ll figure it out. Like I said.

Just then, the doctor comes back into the room, holding a chart and an ultrasound image.

Doctor: Well, gentlemen, I’ve got your results. Let’s start with Lucifer.

Lucifer tenses up slightly as the doctor places the ultrasound image on the screen. The room fills with the rhythmic whoosh-whoosh of a fetal heartbeat. The sight of it makes Lucifer’s breath hitch.

Doctor: *pointing at the screen* Congratulations, Lucifer. You’re pregnant. And, based on the measurements, you’re actually around 19 to 20 weeks along.

Lucifer: *wide-eyed, blinking in disbelief* Wait, what?! How the hell did I not notice?

Doctor: It happens. The signs can be easy to miss. But there’s your baby, right there.

Lucifer stares at the screen, a mixture of shock and awe crossing his face. Angel, however, is leaning forward, equally stunned.

Angel: *teasingly* Man, you’ve been baking another bun this whole time and didn’t even know? How many kids are you planning on having, Luce?

Lucifer: *deadpan* Clearly more than I thought.

The doctor gives them a moment to absorb the news before turning to Angel.

Doctor: As for you, Angel... it looks like you’re not actually pregnant. Sometimes, false positives happen, especially when stress or other factors are involved.

Angel’s eyes widen, and he lets out a long sigh of relief, practically sinking into his chair.

Angel: *grinning* Oh, thank God! I mean, no offense, Luce, but I wasn’t ready for round two of pregnancy just yet. False positive, huh? Figures.

Lucifer: *smirking* Guess you dodged that bullet. Lucky you.

Angel: *laughing* Yeah, I’ll leave the baby-making to you for now, Mr. Fertile.

Lucifer groans, rubbing his temples, still processing the fact that he’s so far along without even realizing it.

Lucifer: *grumbling* Great. More diapers.

Angel: *teasingly* Just think, though... you’re gonna have seven kids, Luce. Lucky number seven.

Lucifer: *sarcastic* Yeah, ‘lucky’... right. This is just the beginning, isn’t it?

Angel: *playfully patting him on the back* You’ll manage. We always do.

[33-108]

MYSTERIOUS PENANCE IN THE CREMATION GROUND

Date and Time: February 16, 1982, 10:30 Α.Μ. Place: Courtyard of "Shri Sarveshwari Niwas", Parao, Rajghat, Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh.

While collecting material for this book I (the writer) asked my guru-brother seeker Darshi (disciple of Aghoreshwar Mahaprabhu), 'Have you ever participated in spiritual practices? If you have participated then please be kind enough to tell me your experience.'

Darshi Ji said, 'I am telling you as much as I remember. There is a lot that I do not remember. I have my guru's permission to describe for the devotees the spiritual practices that I am going to tell you about. Please listen with faith and respect to what I am going to narrate. Listen, and if you want

to, you can even write it down. But yes, please be careful not to interrupt me.'

Darshi Ji began to speak and he went on speaking. I did not think it proper to interrupt the story of a carefree seeker. Whatever I could, I wrote down, and what I could not, it is impossible to write. Following is a description of the mysterious scenes of worship and spiritual practices in the cremation ground, as heard from Darshi Ji-

'One day at sunset I was going to the cremation ground with Gurudev Aghoreshwar. My heart and mind were eagerly focused on the worship of the God of the cremation ground. Holding the bag with all the necessary ingredients for worshipping the God of the cremation ground in my hand. I advanced with Gurudev towards the cremation ground situated on the bank of the river. Suddenly Gurudev looked back and saw the young seeker Sambhav approaching us with quick steps. Gurudev said to him, 'How fast are you walking, all soaked in sweat?'

He joined his palms and replied 'Life is full of darkness. The path through the forest of life was pretty wild. I had to cross like a lotus flower three rivers that were three women, and I was mercilessly assailed by the passion of youth as well as the fire of worldly and physical desires. Dada! Is it true that when the universe of aughars becomes overheated it leads to furious rains? I have heard if aughars sit bareback in the sun then after the heat of the whole day the cosmos begins to boil, which results in such terrible rains it cannot even be described. I became frightened today when I saw such an aughar wearing nothing sitting on a rock. I saw simultaneously that because of his spiritual penance clouds had begun to rise from the western sky. Therefore with the apprehension that it will become difficult to cross rivers and streams to reach this place if it rains furiously, I am coming so fast.'

Talking in this way, crossing rivers, we had hardly reached the entrance of the sacred complex (of the cremation ground) that the sky became overcast with clouds on all sides. Because of the dark clouds pitch black darkness enveloped everything. Lightning began to flash amidst the mutual tussle, thunder and crash of the clouds. Terrible, ear-piercing sounds began to arise from all directions in this cacophony. The whole atmosphere generated fear and then it began to rain really hard. The waves of the river began to crash into each other.

Right then Sambhav seeker said, 'Look Dada! Didn't I say as soon as an aughar's cosmos overheats rains cross all their bounds and make rivers turbulent. That is what has happened. Now it will be difficult even to find dry wood (for fuel). It seems impossible to find and collect all other necessary material and to light the fire.'

Gurudev Aghoreshwar laughed loudly and said, 'Do not worry. A mix of the fire-element with the air-element will soon part the clouds. The level of the water will go down in the rivers. Nearby, about a mile away is a village where lives a devotee of mine by the name of Gohan. He has all materials for worship in his house. Go slowly, and bring them here. Bring also Gohan with you.'

Sambhav seeker asked, 'Dada! I hope that devotee will not create any disturbance in our worship?"

Aghoreshwar replied, 'Oh no! He will not be a disturbance, but an assistance, in our worship. He will worship very well. He lives in a divine state. He keeps all the mysteries completely undisclosed.'

At that moment lightning flashed with a resounding thunder and the wind began to blow hard. Even as we watched the clouds disappeared from the sky. Water stopped rising in rivers and streams. The sky became clear. It appeared as if the stars were admiring the spiritual altar. Sambhav devotee slowly waded through chest-deep river-water and reaching that village he brought back on time Gohan and the materials, already prepared at his house, to the cremation ground.

After salutations when Gohan got introduced to me and Sambhav seeker, he said 'Dada! You are a strange person. You maintain your kind grace, your benevolent shadow, your attention, towards humble seekers.' Aghoreshwar replied, 'They are inquisitive. But not just inquisitive, they are also teachers of the eternal truth. Come. Give the Yantra-Goddess a bath and arrange properly in front of her the kalash¹ for worship.'

Darkness had fallen all around. It appeared as if the stars were peeping down at night to watch the worship [comprising] of benevolent actions. After we had gathered the materials of worship such as ritual fuelwood, flowers of yellow oleander (Kanail), rose, and red hibiscus (Orhul), wine, fish etc., that day I and the young seeker Sambhav saw the pure eyes of the Aghoreshwar on going near him.

Sambhav seeker said, 'Oh joy! Even as the dear son of my mother and father I never saw eyes full of such compassion. Even in meditating on the Divine Mother I have never seen eyes suffused with so much compassion in them. Even as he thought and said this, Sambhav seeker became centered within himself and attained a state of deep absorption. Gohan and I also attained the same state. Seeing the Aghoreshwar float three feet up in the air while sitting in the lotus position Sambhav seeker became dumbstruck with amazement. Both the seekers gave oblations to the Prana present in their body, and then they also gave five oblations each to the fire burning outside. In the light of the fire ablaze they saw their guru Aghoreshwar give oblation to his Prana.

Because of heavy rains which delayed her in crossing the river, Mother Bhairavi could reach us only a little later. Her absence had been an intermittent cause of concern. It had become very late. Only a little before finishing the worship when Mahabhairava Aghoreshwar had just made an offering of the flowers from his basket, Mother Bhairavi arrived. It is impossible to describe the glory of the moment of meeting her, and of performing the worship with her. You will read about it elsewhere in an appropriate place.

The scene of worshipping the Mother in the form of the Prana within our body was very strange and mysterious. On seeing it questions naturally arose in the mind of young seeker Sambhav. Immediately after this shafts of light began to emanate from the body of the Aghoreshwar. We saw thumb-sized exact images of mine, Gohan's and Sambhav seeker's in that bright light. On seeing them all of us seekers became amazed. Next we saw the Aghoreshwar float more than three feet in the air, and with two divine female deities holding cups in their hands, seated armidst the darting flames of the consecrated fire pit. Then the thumb- sized images of mine, Gohan, and Sambhav seeker joined their palms and bowed before the Aghoreshwar, and began to chant his words. After that it felt as if a deafening explosion ripped the sky. All the four directions began to shake. The reflections of the flames of the fire pit on the green leaves of the sacred fig (Peepal) tree standing in the cremation ground seemed to be putting the lights of Deepawali to shame. The white foam boiling up from the river, like a clean white cloth, was trying to cover, to douse the burning fire. Simultaneously the sound of 'Om Ma Krin, Om Ma Krin' began to resonate by itself. Just then, for a moment, we heard the many skulls scattered around the cremation ground laugh in a terrible voice. Then slowly, beautiful, meter-bound, rhythmic music began to reverberate from these skulls which made the whole scene incredibly enchanting like a surreal dream. Suddenly the right hand of Aughar-Aghoreshwar rose towards the sky. The sacred fig tree shook violently once. The waves of the river quieted down and its water began to flow on its designated course. Becoming fearless, awestruck seekers as if returned back to their normal state. The thumb-sized images of mine, Gohan and Sambhav seeker disappeared into the body of the Aghoreshwar. With that the two divine female deities with cups in their hands disappeared into the body of Mother Bhairavi.

As soon as these otherworldly scenes concluded Sambhav seeker said, 'Dada! What was all this that I saw? Is this the cosmic form of the Kapaleshwar? Is this how he travels through the air, and remains in the cosmic bowl? He entered into your body, taking your form he gave us the boon of fearlessness, and the boon of attaining even the end of eternity, and disappeared. Dada Aghoreshwar! In the same way that you made us perform this unforgettable worship, showed to us your divine form in the cremation ground, and satisfied us by revealing your true form to us, will you again show us this kind of grace?"

Aghoreshwar said, 'Oh no! This difficult worship is performed only by those who have subjugated their senses and made their mind free of all desire. Only by the worship of such seekers do you get the kind of manifest vision that you got today. The moment in which the God of the cremation ground, Mahakal, accepts the oblation of a lifeless body, that one moment is as full of joy as a whole eon. Otherwise, one may perform prayers and rituals for years and not derive the object of desire as if in a famine. That is why it has been said in the presence of your Guru your senses become controlled, your mantra comes alive, and even the Gods take notice. The storm of change and reformation that has started in the solar-system after the year 1960 will move in a circle from the present day East Pakistan (Bangladesh), India, Sri Lanka, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Syria-Lebanon, Jordan, Palestine, Egypt, England, Argentina and continue to move forward till it has completed the circle. These terrible conditions will eventually turn into peace. This is the secret of this worship of the God of the cremation ground.

The rooster has begun to crow. It is three in the morning. Let us leave now and perform those routines whose time and occasion we are aware of, because soon people from surrounding villages and cities will begin to arrive here to offer the dead into the fire that exists in the form of Mahakal here. It does not seem appropriate for us to stay here any longer. Put into the water the altar of the cremation ground. The Divine Mother exists here as a sacred instrument, turn her upside down and cover her with sand. We will come here again on the 14th of the dark half of the moon in the month of Vaishakh to perform this glorious, mysterious worship of the Kapaleshwar.

It is a great worship to service deiform beings on this earth. Come, let us be involved with joy in this great and benevolent task, in the same way that we care for our own Prana.

Mine, young seeker Sambhav's and devotee Gohan's eyes remained shut for an instant, therefore we could not see the mysterious activity of the Aghoreshwar at that moment. We could not tell who went in which direction. Yes, for a fleeting moment Sambhav saw Aghoreshwar moving so fast that his feet were not touching the ground. He rose up and disappeared from sight so fast that it cannot be described.

I, young seeker Sambhav and Gohan felt ourselves to be very light. We did not have to exert ourselves at all to cover the path. Our steps, rising themselves, took us to our respective directions.

"Glory to Kali with the bowl! Be benevolent, give us virtue, splendor and radiance."

-Mysteries of the Aghor Master

Akinchan Ram

[igotanidea]

Endless glorious purpose.

I'm back guys! Setting my mind on request that was send before. This one is for @emarich7 saying: For some reason I think Loki and Dream would be friends...like Dream would truly know Loki from his dreams and Loki would understand Dream and what he went through while caged up.

Set in the post-TVA and post-restoring Dreaming time.

Apart from one redish light pulsating somewhere In the distance the room was dark. It was hard to say whether the place was big or small or where exactly it was situated, but during his time as a god of mischief Loki has seen a lot of different tricks and shenanigans, most of them caused by him so this… this was nothing that would scare him. Black haired man grinned in his signature facial expression and with all the dignity he could gather took a few steps forward.

“Show yourself!” he exclaimed “whoever you are, I know you are here. Acting like a coward, afraid to reveal your face.”

“Loki of Asgard” cold voice sounded in front of the god “such bold words of you.”

“I am a god.”

“And yet, you are in my realm with no real power here.” Dark clothed figure, which could soon be recognized as a man with chiseled black hair come into the view eyeing the other one carefully but also with dark expression.

“ And who may you be to say so?” Loki scoffed watching the newly arrived man with the mix of curiosity and condescending “who dare to stand against me?”

“I am Dream of the Endless. King of Dreams. Ruler of the nightmare realm.”

“Oh, Lord Morphues than” Loki grinned but the smile did not reach his eyes which stayed cold

“I presume you’ve heard about me.”

“Asgardian’s stories. I remember them vaguely.” Loki raised his head and his horny helmet and green robes appeared in the place of the plain ones making him look more royal and dignified “But if you’re here what does it mean?”

“So conceited yet so unbright”  Morphues spoke coldly facing Loki’s grimace. Before the Asgardian said anything more Dream Lord added “you are dreaming. You are a paradox. You should not even be here. You…. Died.”

“That was another timeline. Before I jumped  the version of myself from the past here.” The god waived his hand casually

“You did what?”

“Who’s unbright now, Dream Lord?”

“Watch your tongue, God of Mischief. You are still in my domain.”

“Seems like somewhere I could fit right in.”

“ Someone said that to me before and it did not end well for him.”

“Oh yes, one of your nightmares. What was his name? Corinthian, I suppose?”

“How do you know that.”

“You see, Dream Lord, you have your tricks and mind games and I have mine. So really there’s no way for you to intimidate me.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, I’m sure. You want to bet on that?”

“I do not…. Bet. Albeit I made an exception for my sister.”

“Nice family relationship, huh? My sister tried to kill me and my brother and as a result blew up my home planet.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“Interesting choice of words, Dream King.  But … yes, it was quite unfortunate indeed”

“My other sibiling tried to annihilate me too. Desire.”

“Oh? Can’t imagine why” Loki mocked “you are truly a delight to be around.”

Both men were still eyeing each other but the previous tension was now a bit less noticeable as they discovered some similarities between them.

“No. I hurt a lot of people and beings that were close to me. Like my Raven.”

“A raven? How wonderful. I had an alligator version of myself, once. A real predatory animal.”

“You can’t possibly imagine how predatory this bird can me. I used it my challenge in hell.”

“Hell?”

“Yes.” Morphues’ eyes went a bit blurry at the memory “Snake-devouring, talons ripping….. Except Matthew, he’s more…. domesticated.”  

“Who’s Matthew” Loki frowned “nevermind. I don’t even know why I keep this banter with you.”

“Because whether you like it or not we are alike.”

“Oh! Oh, oh,oh!” Loki gave a short, mocking laugh “you are nothing like me. I have been through too much to even start this comparison.”

“You lost your mother, your brother and you life….” Morpheus trailed

“Stop it!”

“you did not succeed in fulfilling your so-called glorious purpose….”

“I’m warning you Dream Lord…..” the god’s face reddened slightly

“And now, from what I now you are trapped in some agency called……”

“TVA”

“Right. TVA.”

“I still don’t know how does that make us similar.”

“I …..” Morpheus stuttered but upon Loki’s gaze gathered himself “your effort, however futile are…. Interesting. I… may have had some struggles myself, feeling like ….. nothing at some point. Observing you was …. Uplifting. “

“Uplifling?” Loki hissed “Watching?! Do you think I’m your toy to play with?! I AM A GOD YOU….”

“Enough, Asgardian. I came to bring you relief in your sleeping hours.”

“I don’t need any help from you!”

“And yet, I am not asking. I am giving you a gift and you shall accept it.”

“Over my dead body!”

“Seems to me like we would be seeing each other more often now, God of Mischief. After all, it was my sister who pointed me towards you.”

“Oh, here we go again with the family drama.” Loki rolled his eyes “It’s like bantering with Thor…. Back… in the days” his voice broke a little

“My sister” Dream emphasized the word “Death. Mentioned something about you being lonely…”

“What now?! You sure you're not talking about yourself? If the stories are true you spend over a cantury locked up in some amateur, fumbler, self-appointed magus. How was that?"

Morphues said no word but his eyes turned a bit glassy.

"Don't you dare, Asgardian."

"I'll tell you how it felt - helpless, raging inside, planing your revenge on everyone responsible for the situation, pathetic...."

"You are forgetting yourself."

"Nah, I'm speakign from experience. When I first arrived at TVA they locked me away and kept inprisoned, so .... been there, done that. Whatever" he shook head getting rid of the memories. "What did your lovely sister ask you for? Perhaps I can try to change her mind?"

“Coming into contact with you. She sensed this … familiarization may enrich as both. “

“I cannot possibly imagine that.”

“Then we agree  on something, Asgard God. However, I will visit you again. As for now, this dream is over”.

Loki opened his eyes and found himself on the desert in the middle of nowhere in time and space, Sylvie sitting nearby.

“You were talking in your sleep.” She spat

“Really? What was I saying?”

“Something about God of Dreams?” she tilted her head frowning at her companion “oh, did you make friend during your little slumber? That is just adorable….”.

First it was the attitude of Morpheus and now mocking tone of the woman and Loki just couldn’t take it anymore.

“He is not my friend!!”

“Too bad, Death was right. Both you and her brother are in desperate need of one….”

She turned her head away, chuckling slightly leaving Loki with hundred of questions. Death came to contact with Sylvie? What the hell was all of this about?!

@somest1

@pinksirensong

[raccoon-in-a-dumpster]

So I got concerned for you and asked a nurse I know if she had any advice for you

She said that firstly, you ought to ask not to have that same nurse. If you don’t remember their name, they should have it on file who took care of you. Failing that, you’ll probably recognize them and can say it was them

And tell them that the nurse who saw you last time did a fucky wucky, what happened, and, if it’s still there, show them the bruise. You have rights as a patient.

This is my own advice for your personal comfort, but I’d absolutely recommend taking something you can use as a stress ball. Squeeze it in the opposite arm you’re getting your blood drawn from, because apparently flexing like that will make more iron come up in the blood draw? I have also heard that tensing up will make it hurt more so even if the iron thing is bullshit, there’s that.

seriously I’m 20 now and I still bring the stress ball if I have to get my blood drawn, or anything more serious than a flu shot. Like my bi-monthly med injections

Do whatever you gotta to make yourself more comfortable when you’re in there. Take some headphones and listen to music? A favorite plush for a stress ball? Think about William Afton being a whiny little bitch about getting his blood drawn?

I’m mostly kidding on that last one, but if you think being able to laugh at something will help, you can ask whoever’s there with you for distractions.

Ik you didn’t really ask for advice but like I said I got concerned jfjdjdh

the nurse I asked was my grandmother and when I told her your nurse pushed the needle in deeper she made a face like ‘oh my GOD tell me they didn’t holy shit’

BWAH yeah i might, idk.

also i can confirm she DID and iwas like: huh ok. and then i died

im usually super good w/ getting my blood stolen, i kinda just look at my phone and sometimes look at the blood going thru the tube (at the place i go to often,) but a mix of not having dranken water beforehand & the person maybe being inexperienced (judging on the whole needle thing) probably wasn't the best combo lol

also, it hasn't bruised (yet), still aches, but im going back there monday

OH BUT ON A GOOD NOTE!!! I SHOULD BE GETTING MY RADIOLOGY RESULTS BACK!!! we're gonna see how fucked up and evil my bones are

[peterrefur]

The problem is definitely in me, don't look for it in yourself ⸙ Russell Adler x Reader | Part ½

Summary: Russell and his wife have been trying for a baby for several months now, but each time the result is negative. Maybe this time it will work? God please let it work this time. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I'm Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I'm curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

[Part 2]

𝕀 looked at her back, at the way the material of her shirt lay in my hand, at her tousled hair. I moved my fingers to hit her ass with the next thrust, she moaned into the pillow. I tugged her, drew her body pulling at the brown shirt she is wearing. She's going to have to throw it away because I'm stretching the material too much. 

Her voice echoed through the room, a low rumble joining my panting breaths. Her breathy gasps and moans joined the symphony of our movements. I could feel her body being shaken by her shudders of ecstasy. Neighbours would know what was going on, what we were doing in our room — and I didn't care. 

The only thing I care about now is her. 

I moved her shirt catching most of the material, exposing her back completely, I leaned over and placed my other hand lightly on her head, making her sink into the four pillows beneath her. 

I laughed under my breath, feeling her move her own hips to feel more friction. I straightened my back putting my hands on my hips, watching her move under me, listening to her unintelligible words say to the pillow. She's really warm inside and her juices make it easy for me to go in and out of her. I can feel our juices mixing and dripping onto the blanket beneath us. 

I gripped her hips tightly, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her rear. The skin between my hands was warm, and as I pushed her forward at the hips, I could feel the heat of her sex and the muscles of her thighs against my palms. She moaned in a way that said she was excited, I really paying attention to her every move, to the warmth between her legs, to the warmth of her body under my hands. 

I care about her. 

I care about her body. 

Everything about her is interesting, to me. 

𝕀 can feel her muscles tightening around me, but I don't feel the need to finish. I can be patient for now. It's not over yet. My head snaps back, and I look around. What else could I do to her? I look at the wall in front of me, moving even faster, patting her buttock again. 

"Oh, oh God!" she moaned. 

I grabbed her hair pulling her up. 

"What is it?" I growled more aggressively entering her, in response I received an extended moan from the woman. 

I slapped her ass again, wrapping her hair around my hand. 

"What was that?" I asked. 

"This is amazing~" she muttered. I let go of her hair, causing her to fall back onto the pillows. I leaned over her, holding her head to the mattress. Grabbing her hand, still pressing it against the bed. 

"Yes." I slow down, however entering her more aggressively. "You take that shit!" I hissed through my teeth. I pulled out and then pushed back in, feeling her muscles tighten around my shaft, causing her to gasp. 

My breathing was as ragged as hers, and I was swallowed by the emotion of being inside her again after so long. 

ℍer passage loosened around me, and I pushed back in, wanting to drive myself deeper than ever. I caught her around the waist and started moving more fluidly. My fingers trailed over her soft stomach, down to the place where we were joined. I ran my hand over her stomach to slide lower to her clit. Her whole body trembled as my thumb passed over it and pressed down hard. 

"Exactly fucking that." I mumbled moving inside her and at the same time starting to touch her aggressively. 

"Oh Shit!" I felt the woman tighten around me even more.  

Holding her as if in a embrace I made the woman completely surrender to me, giving herself over to my movements. 

I pulled my hand away from her clit and grabbed her hips, moving her as I pleased. I hit her other buttock with all my strength. 

The impact felt like a detonation of pain through her body. I moved my fingers across her inflamed skin, trying to make the pain pass quickly. 

I was fighting a losing battle, the heat radiated into my palm, making it feel like it was on fire. 

ℍer body was already tense, and I could feel the muscles in the walls of her vagina tighten and spasm. Her back arched and her toes curled as her body stiffened. Her fingers dug into the shredded quilt, and she made a low, throaty sound. Her chest lifted and her fingers began to unfurl. She finished but didn't push me away. 

Her body was still tense, and I could feel her muscles contracting in waves as she let out each short breath through her parted lips. 

"I'm not finished with you!" I said slapping her reddened ass. 

She squealed, moving underneath me. 

I grabbed her around the waist moving inside her with resistance. Moving inside her I moved my hands to her breasts under her shirt to give her the false hope that I would take care of her tits. I rested my hand on the mattress beside her to grab her neck with my right hand and pull her up, forcing her into an uncomfortable position. 

"I said I'm not done. You'll take whatever I give you." my rough voice seemed scary in this situation, even to me. I let go of her neck, and her body fell back. 

"Uh-hum~" she replied, still in her erotic trance, feeling my aggression rising. Placing both hands on her back, I made us almost melt into the mattress. 

Still bent over so I could enter her, she buried her face in the blanket, gripping it with her teeth, trying to give in to the excessive stimulation I am giving. 

𝕀 rested my hands between her, entering her deeper and more willingly rather than quickly and aggressively. Breathing through clenched teeth, I slid into the sounds of her as well as the sounds of our bodies. I bit my lower lip, ran my tongue over my lip and bit down harder feeling my scar. 

The woman moved her hands in search of something, and when she found my hands, she grabbed my forearms, breathing hard between her moans. 

"Fuck!" her voice muffled. I sped up my movements, entering her in short bursts. I looked down at her waving ass, only to look again at her back, shirt horned and creased. She tried to move her legs, but when I felt it, I moved my legs, putting them over hers and blocking her movements. 

"Holy shit!" I feel myself hitting her cervix with each of my next thrusts. 

I feel - if I don't stop. 

God, I hope. 

She turned her head to the side, despite the hair on her face she can see me. 

She looks at me as if trying to read me. As if trying to read my mind. She squeezed her eyes shut. 

Her moans grew louder and louder with each of my movements. 

"Scream." it was hard to tell whether I was screaming or growling while moving more violently. 

𝕊he cried out and called my name, her voice harsh, strained and ragged in my ear. Her hips bucked against me, and her legs stretched taut. I gave her a few stinging swats on her bottom. Her pussy clenched around my cock as if there was a life at stake. I could feel the muscles in my thighs tightening as I struggled to hold myself there and not plunge into her again and again and again, giving her all I had to give. 

Our eyes locked. I could see the urgency in hers, the way she bit her lip, the way she arched her back, pulling hard on my forearms as if for leverage. 

Her head lurched back, eyes squeezed shut; she was calling out for mercy, but I had none to give. My cock slid in and out of her pussy, each time hitting the end of her. I could feel a bead of sweat roll from my lip to my chin as I continued working myself in and out of her tight cunt. Her walls clenched around me again as she neared another climax. 

Moving my hips, slowly, my cock slid out of her. I pulled out and then pushed back in, making the woman moan and scream. 

𝕀 looked at her. She is panting, gasping for air, her cheeks red. Her eyes were wide, her hair stuck to her forehead and neck from the sweat. 

"More, please." she whispered between heavy breaths. I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with her juice, and slammed my member on her now sensitive pussy. I forcefully turned her onto her back, my cock it ached as it slid between her swollen lips. My hands grasped her legs and held them apart. 

Holding my cock I touched her cunt, to which the woman shifted under me, tightening her legs around my waist. My dick pressed on her swollen lips until it slid inside the entrance to her slick tunnel. I rubbed the head of my dick back and forth until she moaned again. 

"Please," she begged as tears streamed down her face "I can." The tears streamed down her face, stinging her cheeks and washing away her makeup. 

𝕃ooking at her face, I stopped; even though I did not want to stop, I forced myself to take a small break. Breathing hard I looked at her all over, at her body, at her femininity. 

At myself. 

I continue to be hard. Calming my breath, I reach for the bottle of water on the nightstand. 

Taking a few gulps, I put out water in the direction of my beloved. 

"Russ," her voice quiet, but nevertheless still full of feeling "still - nothing?" she asked sadly taking a breath, gently supporting herself on her hands and taking the bottle. 

I smiled sadly completely calming my breathing. I reached for her thighs and stroked her as if seeking rescue, avoiding an answer. 

𝕄oving over, she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body against mine. I hid my face in her neck drowning in her scent. 

She hugged me tightly and stroked my back. 

Exhaling heavily, I tried to calm the emotions that were building up inside of me, feeling embarrassed that I wasn't able to... 

"Russell, we can go on." she whispers in my ear, kissing my earlobe. She pulled my head away from her neck and kissed my cheek. I took the water bottle and drank more of it. 

Biting my lower lip slowly, I look deeply into her eyes. 

"I will try. I don't know how long it will take, but I will try." 

"Everything is fine." she kissed my lips softly. 

"I'm sorry." I kiss her on the forehead. 

"There is no reason." she sits up, taking my hand. "We may try a different way. Slowly... Maybe I'll be the one to try to ride you?” 

I watch her move away from me, and then I feel her hand on me. I hold her hand, and I look at her, seeing her smile. She strokes my cock as I sit there on the bed, unable to resist the desire to touch her, to kiss her. 

𝕀 could feel her hand on me, and I looked down. The desire in her eyes was clear; she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I put my hand on hers and brought it up to my lips, kissing it gently. I could feel myself getting harder with each kiss, with each stroke of her hand. 

I kissed her lips gently, smiling moving away from her face. "I don't know from where you get so much stamina." 

She smiled and with slow kisses she traveled from my lips to my neck, kissing my shoulders felt like never before. I felt the fall as if I was slowly sinking into a cloud, I didn't notice when, but I was lying in the same stock of pillows where she had just lied. 

I felt her move her hand at the same time as her kisses stopped on my nipples. I opened my squinted eyes and see her erotic smile. As she slowly starts kissing around my nipple and after a while, she breathes on it. 

She moved to the other nipple with a smile, breathing. I could feel the heat in her breath as she moved away and took the nipple in her mouth, sucking. I opened my eyes wider feeling her free hand begin to play with the other one. 

I grabbed her hand; she laughed lightly, biting me more gently again. Sensing my panic, she pulled away, and the air became warmer than it had been a moment ago. I let go of her hand; her smile and her movements made me close my eyes. I had never felt this way before: naturally strong, able to take hold of one of my only sources of comfort. 

I was losing the control - I had never given up. 

What is this woman doing to me? 

"You look so sexy." she said, rubbed my balls with her free hand as she moved her other hand up and down my shaft. I wanted to move, but I was paralyzed by the pleasure she was giving me. "I think we should take this further." she said, and I could feel her hand on my navel, teasing me. 

I struggled to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I was lost in the pleasure she was giving me. 

She moved her hand from my balls to the head of my dick and stroked me slowly. I moaned in response, my head thrown back, my teeth clenched. 

The sensations were overwhelming. 

I can only give myself to her as she always gives herself to me. Swallowing saliva, I bit my lips sinking even further into the mattress. 

𝕎ith my eyes closed; I felt her movements more than normal. Her hands slowly disappeared down my belly and stopped at my thighs. Her warm breath wrapped around me, so when, with her warm breath, she began to put her hand on the tip of me I felt an indefinable warmth. 

Her breath on my cock is warm, and I tilted my head back as she licked the tip with a curious tongue, unsure of what to do, but walking slowly forward, taking control. She kissed it and started moving her fingers up and down along the sensitive underside, as if trying to make me shine. 

Again, she stopped at the tip, her tongue swirling around it. 

I felt my legs trembling and felt the need to cum flowing from deep inside me, yet I felt no strength. I was breathing hard and couldn't speak, I could only feel her lips on my cock and feel her hands travel over my body. 

She moved slowly. 

I felt her tongue move back and forth along the length of my dick, as if she were trying to take me deeper. 

I can't hold on anymore, I'm about to cum. 

I want it, I want it badly. 

I open my eyes and breathe hard. 

"I'm gonna cum!" I say and grab her hand opening my eyes. "Baby! I'm-" she grabs my hand and in a very smooth bluntness sat on top of me completely sinking my manhood into herself. 

𝕀 was immediately assaulted by her warm, wet, tight, velvet-like flesh pussy. I gasped at the sudden sensation and closed my eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden change in position. 

I felt her whole-body trembling as she began to move her hips in a circular motion, her movements getting faster and faster. 

My body is wracked with pleasure as I feel myself getting close to my climax. 

The way she moves and how she makes me feel. Why does changing the pace change so much? Why giving up control to her, makes me feel like I need to... 

I want to cum. 

I have to cum! 

"Baby!" I shout, feeling her move even faster, moving up and down on me. I feel myself moving toward the edge, but... I feel my legs shaking and I try to keep myself under control, but I'm unable. 

She looks at me with a wide smile across her face as she rides me. Her eyes are closed and there are tears on the eyelashes of one eye. The corners of her mouth tug up as if they cannot decide whether to turn upwards or downwards. 

I feel myself cumming. 

I growl as I cum inside her, filling her with my seed. 

Her cunt muscles tighten on the head of my cock, and she clenches her teeth. 

"Oh!" she cries out as she feels me slam into her in a second, shooting ropes of hot cum into her womb. I thrust my hips back against hers and thrust trying to come again to make sure I had cum inside her. 

𝕀 could feel my heart pounding in my chest, I was unable to open my eyes, but I felt her kissing me. I could feel her lips on my neck, and I felt my cock still inside of her. 

She moved, and I took a deep breath, feeling my dick throbbing inside her, my balls tight and aching. 

"My love. My dear. My baby girl. My sweetheart." I say sinking into orgasm. 

"Sweet, sweet Russ." she replies, her voice a whisper. 

I felt my cum pour out of her, slowly running down my balls. I kissed her neck, and she kissed me back, grabbing my cheeks and moving her thumbs over my scar. 

𝔽alling onto our backs still connected we remained in silence, simply enjoying the aftermath of our lovemaking. 

The way she smelled like the woman I love, like a future mother. The feel of her skin against mine, soft and warm. 

We kissed again, our tongues struggling in each other's mouths as we enjoyed each other's taste. 

"I love you." I whispered, knowing it was true. 

She smiles and her cheeks right redder than they were a moment ago. 

"I love you too." she replies kissing the scars on my cheek. 

"I love you more." I say watching her move her head listening to me. 

"I love you less." she says laughing "Since you love me more, I love you less." her laugh like it's not from this earth. It's like listening to an orchestra in a theatre. 

Something beautiful. 

We intertwine our fingers and smile at each other, hoping that our future will go in one direction now. 

[Part 2]