#and its all i can think about before i go to sleep

[haywirecompass]

also something i haven't noticed being talked about - THE TEACHERS ARE USING IT TOO!!!

rarely, obviously, and not to the same extent but still. i was at a workshop and the teacher handed out these quotes with reflective prompts, and admitted proudly that she'd asked ChatGPT for them. she talked about easy it was to get teaching materials. this was a workshop aimed at PhD students! and it was about teaching! we were recommended to use AI to help us teach! i lost all interest in the workshop after that - if they don't respect me enough to put the effort in to create teaching materials, why should i respect them enough to put any effort in?

in that same vein, it helps me have some understanding for why students use it so much, or at least for why it is so tempting.

at my uni, the biology campus is really far away from the chemistry campus, and biochem students would often have to be late for lectures because a lecture on the biology campus would be straight after one on the chemistry campus or vice versa. if the uni couldn't respect these students' time enough to avoid that simple issue, why should they respect the uni and give it their time? why should they be expected to put extra work in to catch up on what was lost because of the uni's error? i can fully understand how that becomes "let the computer do it".

also at my uni (at least in the stem department), anyone wanting to so research at the university must also do some form of teaching as part of their contract. so you get these academics who haven't had any training in teaching at all, reading out dull, convoluted slides word for word, not being able to properly answer questions (not the academics' fault tbf but i know some that have been teaching for years and never bothered to do actual training). you also get TAs not even bothering to read the guidance, simply writing "good job" when they're meant to be providing actual constructive feedback. i can fully understand thinking "well ive put all this effort in and get nothing good back, so why keep putting the effort in?"

and in my first year, there was an absolutely brutal timetable of lectures and practical labs, each of the latyer with a lab report due 3 working days later. i know i personally have agreed with posts like "you should do all your assignments in a caffeine-fuelled haze at 3am", but in reality, i really can't see myself blaming anyone in that same spot for using a tool to help with that immense workload so that they can actually take care of their health and get the right amount of sleep. especially in that first year where maybe 20% is anywhere near to what they're interested in, but they're expected to be equally good at all of it. i'd rather kids resort to ChatGPT than study drugs, ya know?

like do i agree that there is this very concerning growing lack of critical thinking? absolutely. do i think there is truth to the merit of pushing through those intense workloads? yeah at least somewhat. do i despair for the students who are refusing to grow their critical thinking skills and are relying on AI to do it for them? of course!!!

but i just think a lot of people are ignoring that it is starting to go both ways.

at the same workshop, we were asked to research a concept, and 3 out of the 5 in the group immediately went to ChatGPT. and like, INSISTED we just use that summary. these are postgrads doing masters and PhDs. we were given post it notes to write something very simple and i had to remind people like 7-8 times that the colours of the post-its meant nothing and what the task actually was. now that is what truly scares me. these people assumingly got their undergrad degree before ChatGPT was a thing, but as soon as it became available, they gave up all that knowledge and critical thinking to make the machine do it for them. same goes for the academics encouraging people to use AI the same way.

Generative AI has destroyed academia.

In the next few decades we’re going to have thousands of people who don’t really know anything, and can’t do any critical thinking.

[honeytonedhottie]

shopping tips from a professional shopaholic⋆.ೃ࿔*:･👛💕

in this post im going to give you the rundown of my all-time FAVORITE activity… shopping! and i must say im quite the professional. i’ll be talking about navigating sales, identifying deals, and finding the CUTEST stuff that’s worth ur buck…💬🎀

GOOD DEAL VS. BAD DEAL ;

let’s imagine there’s a big sale going on. $5 for 10 basic tank tops that are so cute! but the quality isn’t very good. but it doesn’t matter cuz there r 10 different tops right? WRONG. quality > price ALWAYS, sometimes cheap isn’t a good deal if it won’t last. if it’s a reasonable price for good quality than it’s a good deal, but if u have to pay a pretty penny for good quality products it’ll be worth it in the long run.

when shopping for clothes think of investing in pieces that will actually get used. imagine ur looking at two super cute hand bags, one is $50 that you’ll prob wear like twice and that you don’t anticipate will last very long and the other is $150, it’s designer and it’s high quality and goes with more outfits.

the $50 bag worn twice = $25 per wear. not worth it.

the $200 bag worn 100+ times = $2 per wear. way more value for your money.

now THATS girl math. investing in well made pieces actually saves you money in the grand scheme of things. you’ll have go to pieces, so make sure ur thinking about you’ll be wearing the piece ur about to buy.

FINDING THE GOOD STUFF ;

when shopping i love to go to the mall or online shop but ultimately THRIFTING has my heart. i’ll find these super cute pieces or pieces with loads of potential that i have a vision for, and i’ll DIY it until it’s exactly what i want. that way i have original pieces in my wardrobe that no one else does. it makes me feel like a custom barbie doll 🎀

when shopping i gravitate towards clothes within my color palette (pinks, black, browns, creams). because i know my colors and my palette so well it’s easy for me to mix and match pieces and thinks blend easier. next i check the fabric bcuz even if a piece is cute, if it won’t last i don’t bother wasting my money.

another thing i always make sure to do is try on the piece before purchasing it because the fit is also important. i want the piece to flatter my proportions. another thing i take note of is unique details that elevate that the piece already has or that i can add. some examples include…

faux furs

rhinestones

cute ruffles

always browse beyond the mannequin displays. oftentimes the best pieces are hidden in the back of the rack or in sections you wouldn’t normally check. also, don’t sleep on the kids’ or men’s sections, they have good stuff there too!

NAVIGATING SALES LIKE A PRO ;

sales are such a blessing when u know how to navigate them correctly. when theres a sale make sure to ask yourself if you'd buy that same item at full price. if not, PUT IT DOWNNN. a discount literally means shit if the item is just gonna collect dust in ur closet.

also, know what a real sale is as opposed to a fake one, some stores mark up prices just to mark them down again. do ur research and compare prices to different shops to see if you’re actually getting a deal.

PRO TIP : holiday sales and end-of-season clearances usually have the best markdowns, so that’s when i go all out and stock up...👛💕

ONLINE VS OFFLINE SHOPPING ;

the perks of online shopping include :

better for finding exclusive pieces

online only discounts and promo codes

make sure to check the reviews for something before buying anything!

the perks of offline shopping include :

you can actually try on the pieces

you see the item in person, feel the fabric, its much more intimate and personal

impulse buys are typically less tempting

to get the best from both worlds i'll do some research before shopping in person to check the quality. if I love it, i buy it right then and there. iff it’s cheaper online, i'll order it online.

REWARD SYSTEMS AND MEMBERSHIPS ;

if ur a shopaholic TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MEMBERSHIPS AND REWARD SYSTEMS, especially from shops and boutiques that u frequent.

🎀 keep track of birthday and anniversary sales

🎀 subscribe to emails

🎀 sign up for store memberships

SOME OF MY FAVORITE ONLINE SHOPS ;

🛍️ i.am.gia

🛍️ shou shou cherry

🛍️ princess polly

🛍️ prty grl beauty

🛍️ depop

🛍️ poshmark

🛍️ pieces of porcelain

[ochacoca]

MY GOOD-LOOKING BOY

now playing ♫ good looking by suki waterhouse

IN WHICH you take care of your boyfriend who turns into an absolute toddler when he's ill.

wordcount: 753 words + text messages

timeskip!oikawa x reader

You knew that the minute Oikawa started complaining about his sore throat that it was over. You could officially say goodbye to your freedom. All of your weekend plans had to be canceled so you can take care of your fully grown boyfriend who has transformed into a helpless, miserable baby.

And of course if he went down, you had to go down too. ‘We're a package deal’ He would say. What an excuse.

When you walked into the house you were met with the sound of groaning and the sight of Tōru looking extremely pale with a mix of green with a reddened nose. He looked like Rudolph. “Help me.” He said dramatically reaching out to you as if he was about to take his final breath, his voice filled with congestion and two octaves lower than his usual tone.

You barely had time to set down the plastic bag from the counter before he crashed onto you with a grunting sound. He loosely wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. “Why did you get out of bed?” You asked as you leaned back slightly, pressing your hand on his forehead to check his temperature. Still burning hot.

“You were taking too long.” He mumbled, leaning his body impossibly furthur onto yours. You sighed and grabbed his arm, slowly guiding him upstairs to his bedroom.

“I thought you were never coming.” He muttered under his breath, speaking so lowly because of his sore throat. You couldn't help but laugh at him.

“I only took for 20 minutes.” You reasoned, struggling to keep him up as he leaned onto you with all of his deadweight.

“20 minutes too long.”

Once you arrived, he plopped down on the bed and stretched his limbs everywhere, taking every blanket his could find and stacking them ontop of him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, already knowing the answer. You brushed his bangs back on his sweaty forehead, slightly pouting at your boyfriend's sicken state.

He grumbled and turned over on his bed, wrapping his arms around himself. “I think I'm dying.” He croaked out.

You scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes. “Quit being so dramatic, youre not dying.” You said as you fixed his position on the bed. “You have a fever.”

“Google told me I have 3 days.”

You jaw slightly dropped. “You trust google more than your pre-med partner?”

“Yes.”

“Tōru!”

“I'm SCARED.”

You tried to fight off the smile the made its way onto your face but you couldn't help it. He could be so annoying when he was sick, but he could be so adorable as well.

You grabbed the medicine and the water you bought from the store. Pouring some pills into your hand, you handed it to him and unscrewed the water cap for him. He reluctantly took the medicine then laid back on the bed after it went down. You placed a wet cloth on his forehead in hopes it'll settle his fever before the medicine kicks in. “Now rest. You really do look like you’re dying.”

He grumbled in response but did as he was told. He was fading out quickly. His eyelids were threatening to shut as he forced himself to keep them open and his cheeks were flushed pink from the fever. Tōru grabbed your hand and held it tightly against his chest.

“I love you so much,” He said drowsily. His eyelids were drooping and he seemed as if he was fading in and out of sleep. “The love of my life. My future nurse. My guardian angel.”

You shook your head and gave a short laugh. “You're just saying that cause I'm taking care of you.”

“Maybe,” He mumbled. “but it's still the truth.” He shut his eyes and stuffed himself further in his blankets.

You continued to sit on the edge of the bed, slightly pressing your body against his. Your hand found its way to his hair, brushing the brown locks back while your hand lingered for a seconds longer than it should've.

“My good looking boy.” You whispered softly as you gently played with his hair. “Still cute even when you're sick.”

A small smile etched its way onto his face. “Especially when I'm sick.” He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

You laughed then pressed a kiss onto his fevered temple.

“Yeah. Especially then.”

requested by @miiikooooooo !

©OCHACOCA 2025 | please do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other platforms!

[onsomenewsht]

I feel like this is the beginning, though I've loved you for a million years

About when your daughter takes a vow of silence and Alexia takes it better than you

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: +1.7k

》 babies cry with an accent [fun fact]: studies suggest that newborns cry with a certain "prosody", to imitate the prevailing intonation patterns of the language they heard while still in the womb

“Diana, go wash your hands, dinner is ready”

The little girl doesn’t dignify you with a verbal answer, her small chin set in a familiar, stubborn line – a clear declaration of intent.

The vow of silence stretches into its third day, the longest one so far in her short life.

The quiet atmosphere of the apartment, filled with the child-approved playlist you put on, is interrupted by the unexpected sound of the bell.

You barely see your daughter sprinting toward the bathroom as you go check the door, wondering who could be at this time of day, unannounced.

“Alexia?”, you can’t hide the surprise in your voice.

The footballer, your fuck buddy for the past couple of months, surely the last person you expected to find behind the door.

Her bright smile dims a little at your slightly panicked reaction, effectively blocking her view of your home’s entrance. The blonde’s gaze drops to the vibrant bouquet she’s tightly holding in her hand.

“Hi”

“What are you doing here?”

“I– ehm, I wanted to surprise you”, she admits shyly, her voice strained to reveal the underlying tension of the situation, “And I can see you’re surprised”

“Sorry, I just–”

The attempt to explain is cut short by a running kid crushing the back of your legs with all the force a four-year-old can manage.

A lot, apparently.

Your hand reaches for the head of your daughter, affectionately ruffling her dark hair as she hides her face behind you when she notices the stranger at the door.

The warmth of her small body pressing against you is grounding, familiar weight bringing you back to the present as the scent of a fruit-flavoured soap fills your senses and anchors you in the moment.

When you finally meet Alexia’s eyes again, she’s looking at you like she’s seeing you for the first time.

In a way, it’s true.

Meeting her in a club a couple of months ago was fun and thrilling, one of the best nights you had in a long time.

Not that you will tell your best friend that, since she had to drag you out to take advantage of Diana sleeping at your mom’s house.

One night with Alexia turns into two, and from there, you lose count pretty easily.

It starts without much thinking, for both of you, as a way to de-stress and drop the responsibilities and the weight you felt on your shoulders. A shared escape from the demands of two very different lives.

It starts as a fun time, but it turns a bit more serious as coffee dates and movie marathons added up to the late-night meetings.

Most of the time, you spend the night at her place, having a couple of days by yourself when Diana is with her father and you don’t have to worry about coming up with a new bedtime story.

Sometimes Alexia drops you off right outside of your apartment’s building, wondering, with a hint of doubt and maybe even disappointment, why you never invited her over.

The answer, small and still silent, peeks out from behind your legs with curious eyes.

“Ale–”

“Sorry, this was a bad idea”, she mutters when she notices Diana tugging at your shirt to get your attention.

“Diana, thank Alexia for the flowers”, you prompt hopefully.

The footballer takes a couple of steps away, stopping suddenly and turning around to hand you the bouquet.

The little girl snatches the flowers before you can even react, burying her nose in the blooms dramatically. A scene that makes both you and Alexia genuinely smile.

The silence vow still unbroken, but it gives you time to come up with a decision.

You shake your head, amused, as your daughter goes for a timid and quick hug, her dark curls brushing against the Catalan’s legs as she drops her short arms around them.

She’s retreating behind you just as fast.

Bending down with a smile, you make sure the kid understands what you ask is completely up to her, “Is it okay if Alexia joins us for dinner?”

Your daughter fixes her eyes on the blonde woman for what feels like the longest 10 seconds of your life, studying her with an intensity that makes you slightly nervous.

Under the pointed gaze, the footballer never looked this shy and unsure. As if your daughter can uncover her biggest secrets and deepest fears.

Diana simply nods, her vibrant eyes fixed on Alexia with a hit of curiosity.

“You have her blessing, I guess that’s all we can get from her since she’s on silent strike”

“What?”, the blonde asks, her head snapping up so quickly she almost gets whiplash.

You don’t miss the smile blooming on her face as she meets your eyes.

“Join us for dinner, I made lasagna”

At the reminder, Diana effectively drags you inside the house, one hand firmly holding your shirt and eagerly gesturing for your guest to come in while still clutching the flowers in the other.

You breathe out in relief when you hear the door closing and the blonde woman following you. The little girl is so impatient to eat that she has added a seat on the table even before you two enter the kitchen.

The dinner is filled with your daughter’s stories, told through rushed waves and expressive glances, even without her uttering a single word. Her small fingers move faster and messily, making you and Alexia try to guess what she’s saying, glaring at you both when you fail to understand her seemingly clear gestures.

The kid is usually really talkative, never backing down from an opportunity to fill your ears with her adventures and ideas. The silent vow had been a welcoming change for the first couple of hours, but it turned alarming after a full day.

At this point you’re just going with the flow.

You’re truly amused by Alexia, who quickly overcomes her initial shock and manages to become the girl’s favorite person in a confusing exchange of hand gestures.

She’s going with the flow too.

“It’s obvious, the green lime dog ate the cookies”

“I don’t know Ale, I think she did”

“Trust me, this definitely means the green lime dog stole the cookies”

They even high five right on your face, teaming up way too soon, as you pretend to fall for their lies.

You can’t hold back a laugh as you watch the usually composed Alexia, a two-time Ballon d’Or winner, throw her hands up in the air, exaggerating a dramatic gasp just as Diana had done, perfectly capturing the little girl’s theatrical story.

A compelling explanation to assure you she hadn't been the one to eat the chocolate treats from the jar she knows she’s not supposed to reach on her own.

After dinner, Diana convinces the captain to join her in the living room’s floor to play with her impressive collection of lion-shaped toys – without even that much of a fight from the older woman. Eager eyes constantly seeking Alexia’s, you sit with them a bit aside, to contribute to their playtime without really interfering.

You clearly notice the kid’s struggle to not speak, a visible effort in her tight lips and the way she holds her tongue, resorting to bursts of laughter and exaggerated lion roars.

She’s showcasing an impressive autocontrol, you have to admit.

“Let me just get her in bed and we can talk”

The Catalan simply nods, a soft smile on her lips as you guide a sleepy Diana toward the bathroom, her head already starting to droop on your shoulder. Your daughter insists on saying goodbye to her new friend, and you don’t fight back, watching as they share a warm hug and, you’re quite sure, some secret whispered words.

When you meet Alexia back in the living room, the kid tucked in without too much of a trouble, you notice she has meticulously put away the toys in the box they came from.

“She’s Diana, she’s four and she’s my daughter”, you state as you drop next to her on the couch.

“I could tell, she’s like a mini version of you”

She doesn’t look angry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before”, the words feel wrong, inadequate to really explain your decision.

She looks hurt, and that’s worse.

“It’s okay, I can understand you wanted to protect her”, she reaches for your hand, “It’s not like I can see you tell me about her as we are having casual sex”

“It hasn’t been casual for a while, for me”, you admit, your gaze softening.

“I came here to ask you out on a proper date”

Well, the night had taken an unexpected turn for both of you.

“She’s my priority, Alexia”, you begin, your voice soft but firm, squeezing her hand when her gaze drops, a shadow of uncertainty crossing your face.

“Of course, I–”

“She’s my priority, but I can’t and I don’t want to deny how much I’d like to go on a proper date with you”

“But you wanted to ask me out before you knew about Diana, I understand if you don’t–”

It’s not the first time Alexia’s laugh fills your home, but you’re pretty sure each one has been better than the previous.

Maybe you’re a bit too scared of the possibility of losing this, losing her already.

“Stop right there, I still want to go on a proper date with you”, she looks pretty frustrated, trying to explain herself while being considerate of your feelings and the situation, “I think I like you even more”

“Are you sure?”

“Diana is a wonderful kid, and I met her just a couple of hours ago during her silent strike”, the blonde says, and you both giggle at the little girl’s antics, the tension in the room easing.

“She’s everything for me, Ale”

“You want to protect her, I respect that”

You’re getting quite emotional, overwhelmed by Alexia’s understanding and your selfish desire to keep her in your life without hurting hers or your feelings in the process.

Or worse, your daughter’s.

“I’m willing to see what happens if you are too, no pressure”

“Alexia, I have a daughter you just find out about”

“Don’t worry, I will win her over too when the time comes”

[studiogrimm810]

It Ends With Him

// Jackson!Joel Miller x you

summary: you’re alone. you’ve lost everything and you don’t even know how you can continue to go on without your son anymore. just as you accept your inevitable fate, an old companion finds you and and gives you a new purpose // 1.4k // base content: grief, child loss, thoughts of giving up, hypothermia, you and joel are more than friends, you knew joel from before the outbreak.

A/N: hello!! this is my first ‘joel x’ fic and i reeeeally wanna do more!! feel free to send in requests. you can check out some of my other fandom work on my page :]

The shelves were picked clean long before your arrival, you knew not to expect much, but you were really starting to lose hope of finding anything at this point.

You had been on your own for too long now, starting to see things in the shadows that weren’t clickers and hearing his voice just as you closed your eyes to rest.

Hope was fleeting fast from your veins.

The icy winter air raked over your exposed skin like shards of glass and you were honestly surprised at one point when you found no blood in its wake. Your joints ache from constant trek through the ocean of snow coating the dense skeleton of once flourishing flora.

Just a few more steps…

The words echoed around your skull, the same things you told him when all hell broke loose at the QZ all those years ago. It didn’t work for him so how could you be selfish enough to think it would work for you now?

You don’t know what fueled your mindless footsteps as you continued to hike through the snow, it’s not like you had anything to live for at this point, but whatever it was it wasn’t patient.

It ignored your feet that felt on fire and it belittled the edge you were about to leap off of in your own consciousness.

You were ready. Ready for the snow to drown you and ready to leave behind the planet the fell victim to its own mother. Ironic.

Ice seeped through your jeans and kissed your knees, running along your legs that gave out and settled you in the plush snow. It was time. You smiled.

Falling back to sit between your own swollen heels, snow devoured more of your body, sinking you deeper into the icy coffin you knew to always be yours.

Nothing on this Earth was for you now and the supplies you’ve yet to stumble on during your weeks alone was obvious proof.

The snow froze your skin, inking up your limbs and over your torso. Freezing claws pulling you deeper as you relaxed fully, letting your eyes laze shut.

You heard his voice calling for you again, but this time it was a greeting and not a bloody goodbye. You couldn’t tell if you were smiling anymore because the freezing blanket suffocated your own muscles.

It’s time.

———

Your muscles felt cemented, heavy and stiff. It was different than sleep paralysis, you could move, but it felt like you were buried under mounds of sand.

When you tried to take a full breath, your lungs only stretched so far and the burn in your throat made you cough.

Whatever room you were in was small and warm. Your body trembled, toes and fingers like ice, but you could feel your core thawing.

This isn’t Heaven, you knew it immediately because if it were, your son would already be wrapped around your neck. Whatever is left of your heart shatters and you mentally curse whatever cosmic being fucked you over so hard to keep fighting for no fucking reason.

This Earth had no right to hold you prisoner. It’s been long enough and you’re starting to think that you should’ve just done the job yourself.

Your name is called, but not your mother-given legal name that you stuck to because the only one that mattered after the outbreak was ‘mom’, no it was.. it was your name. A simple spin on your legal name, sure, but a name that only those from the old world knew.

Only people like…

“Here, drink some water.” Thick like molasses and sweet like syrup, a dampened southern drawl that you thought died with the rest of Austin. “C’mon, stay with me here, ya’ gotta open those eyes.” Aged like wine and pained by time, you know him.

Opening your eyes against the scratchy sand blanketing you 20 feet deep is hell but you have to be sure. A chill runs through your body and you convulse forward, squinting in the, honestly not so harsh, light of the room you’re in.

Cloudy vision blurs the face you already know it to be, and as he speaks again you’re convinced that it really is him.

“Hey, darlin’, you gave me quite the scare there,” he breathes out in a nervous scoff. His voice is lighter than it was a few moments ago. “Thought I found ya’ just to lose you again,” his voice is somber, a gateway to his deeper and more complex feelings of your sudden appearance, you don’t think either of you care to sit aside and assess the situation.

“Joel.?” Your voice is raspy and not your own, frozen and shattered from the bitter cold of whatever hellscape Joel has been holed up in all this time.

“It’s me,” he assures, following with your name again. A word that sounds like poetry in your eyes and ecstasy off his own tongue.

“Where am I? What is this?” You grumble out, trying to push yourself up, but the stiffness of your sore, overused and freezer burnt, muscles mock you and push you back into the cot beneath you with a heft.

“Jackson, Wyoming,” his voice is followed by the scratch of a chair that he must be pulling up to sit beside you. “It’s a settlement my brother Tommy helps run. You remember Tommy, donchya?” His warm hand grips your own lithe fingers and he feels like fire. You hum in contentment, closing your eyes to settle the spinning room.

“Yeah, Tommy and Sarah, could never forget them,” you look over to him, no longer struggling with blinking the blur out of your vision. You see him clearly now. Aged, warm skin lined with wrinkles, salt and peppered hair, a scar on his temple and the same glassy eyes that held so much love for you and his family.

You separated yourself from his family for the same reason you separated Joel from your son. Neither of you wanted to complicate your children’s lives so to them, you and Joel were barely neighbors who helped babysit, that’s all.

But behind closed doors, on nights when you could manage to sneak away without suspicion, you were something beyond lovers. Something that defied traditional laws of love and settled deep into your gut with unwavering support in the background. You were each other's rocks.

His eyes softened, though. They dropped down to your interlocked fingers, anchoring back to old habits and quick glances, and he nods only once before speaking again.

“Just Tommy, hon,” he brings his face back up but his eyes go to your hairline where he pushes some defiant strands back. Your heart breaks, echoing the grief of a lost child.

It’s quiet as the news settles and his grip tightens slightly, almost unnoticeable by the state of your frozen limbs.

“Me too, Joel,” you choke out, trying to caress a soothing thumb along the back of his hand but your muscles are still so useless that it’s more jerky than calming.

“I’m so sorry,” his eyes meet yours again, somehow holding every emotion he’s wished to bless you with the past 20-some years you’ve been separated.

You didn’t understand why you were forced to keep going after losing your boy all those years ago. For a while, you were numb and would fend for yourself. Then you manipulated your way into some groups to pick up the slack of traveling alone, but inevitably you always ended up alone. And after each departure from another era in your life, you swore that one day the Earth would swallow you up and your time would come soon, but it never did.

Maybe that’s because there was never a scale deciding what you must go through to earn rewards.

Maybe it was because you fucked up so badly in ways you didn’t recognize that solitude was your penance.

Or maybe, it was the love of your life waiting for you in a safe haven where you could live the rest of your lives together and relearn each other.

Maybe, in all of this soul-rotting madness of the world, there was still a chance to patch together what was broken and build a better outcome for each other.

Maybe it was to supply the loud-mouthed moody teenager that Joel took on a chance at a life that was hard to come by these days.

And maybe it was to watch her grow into her own person, being there for her and finding bits of your lost children in her.

Nothing could pave the cavern of grief carved into your very being, but there had to be a reason it didn’t swallow you whole.

And maybe Joel Miller was the reason.

thank you so much for reading <3

[natsnerd]

Answer your fucking phone.

Warnings: G!p Nat, Mentions of Husband, cheating(On husband) Billionaire nat, Mean nat, mentions of spanking, a little stalkish.

Word count: 806

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Your words is what she liked “Your terms” is what made her smirk, she loved that you knew immediately she would be in control, it put a thrill through her

Natasha put her phone down so she could think about terms, she wasn't going to be soft on you, that would allow you to be a brat and her husband is enough of one for her, she wanted an obedient girl who she could dot on.

After a few minutes of thinking she sent you a list.

The list

I'll give you a 10,000 dollar monthly allowance, if you don't spend all that in one month, I'll give you a spank for every thousand you didn't spend, if you don't spend it, it will be added onto your next monthly payment.

 if your going to beg me for something, call me mommy whilst begging, for example "Please mommy, I want this dress"

you'll get a copy of my black card

you will not flirt or sleep with anyone. as long as your spending MY money you belong to me

I'm going to pay your tuition. end of discussion 

you must send me a picture of every thing you use for school, if I find them acceptable, you can keep them but if they're cheap? I'm buying you better ones.

 no touching yourself without mommy's permission, when I come see you - that is if your comfortable meeting face to face, I want you to wear a dress

 Pick a safe word baby, I want you to be comfortable. 

 If you're comfortable I want to see your writing.

Tell me your kinks, I want to see if you're my good little girl.

I'll add more if I think of more

She smirked and hit send, a satisfied smile crossing her lips as she packed her things back into her purse, she had enough of work and just wanted to go home and take a break.

Her phone did not ping with a notification which annoyed her greatly but she decided to ignore it, she fixed her suit and left her office, walking down to the garage where her Lamborghini sat, enjoying the dark against its skin, the blood red colour matching Natasha's aesthetic perfectly 

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By the time Natasha got home, the sun was starting to set, she parked her car and scanned her security card on the apartment complex entrance before getting into the elevator, the drive here was over an hour and a half so she hadn't had time to check her phone yet, she digs her hand into her pocket to pull out her phone and checks if you've massaged her, a frustrated groan leaves her lips when you haven't, she checks and you haven't even read her message.

One thing Natasha could not stand was being ignored, she understood you were in college but you didn't even have time to reply to her message? Enough was enough. She decided to text you again

“Don't be a brat. I hate brats. Reply to my message now.” Her tone was stern and strict, she wanted you to know she wasn't playing around, she wanted you. She would get you even if it meant driving her ass to your school and spanking you until you understood that.

She unlocked the door to her penthouse and walked in, shrugging her jacket off

“Hello, Mrs Romanoff!” The maid says cheerfully as she pours Natasha a glass of vodka.

“Shut up, whore, I know you flirt with my husband, fuck him if you want, his small cock means absolutely nothing to me” She takes the vodka and walks off, not even noticing the maids face pale as she stuttered out apologises.

She drank her vodka as she checked her phone, you still havent fucking replied. 

She was starting to get pissed off, she slammed her glass down on the bedside table and ripped off her tie, rolling her sleeves up and walking back out the penthouse.

She was going to find your school. Your ass would be aching by the time she was done with you.

She checked your social media as she got in the driver's seat, she checked your friends and then your families until she found your college dorm address,

It only took her 15 minutes to get to your dorm, she was very happy it wasn't far, the closer you were to her personal home the more she could see you without her husband thinking she was cheating, she didn't care if he found out but she could not be bothered to go through the whole divorce process.

She checked what dorm your room was and began walking there, ready to spank your ass till her handprint was engraved.

She checked each dorm number before finding yours, a grin coming onto her face as she banged on your door.

[sanaexus]

"doing what i can, tryna be a man" -nagi seishiro

snyposis- nagi knows he's not perfect but he thought you loved him, until he saw you happy with someone, for the first time in his life he doubted himself

because its my babyboy's birthday and he deserves this and more!! please don't get misled by the synposis it was a bit too dramatic but i didn't know how to phrase it better

based on this req!

nagi knows he's not perfect, he knows he slacks off a little too much, he knows he doesn't put as much effort into things as he should, he's well aware of all of thise. but he really does try for you. he puts into just a little bit more effort into everything just for you. waking up just 15 minutes after his alarm instead of shutting it off and sleeping in. try just a bit harder during practices and even the matches just so you can say "good job baby, i'm so proud of you." he thought you two were happy together.

so what's the problem now? you both attended a party, it was just supposed to be for a little while but now you saw you chatting away and laughing with someone he wasn't bothered enough to care about. he felt this pang in his chest and felt his stomach sinking. he trusted you, he really did but this felt different sure he was jealous, but it was deeper than that. it was fear. fear of losing you.

if someone would have told him a couple of years ago he'd be feeling sick to his stomach because of some mid testosterone talking to his girl he'd laugh at their face, but now? he wasn't so sure.

you looked happy, glowing even. this radiant bright smile on your face with this twinkle in your eyes he had never quite seen before. was he not enough? no that was bullshit. you chose him. you loved him. everyday you came home to him, so why didn't you look as happy with him?

hesitantly he stopped staring at you from a distance like a creep, and walked up to you, casually putting an arm around your shoulder like he wasn't just questioning his self worth two minutes ago. "hi pretty, who's this?"

his voice sent shivers down your spine and made your face flush. it doesn't matter how long it had been since you both got together, you pretty much still had a crush on your boyfriend. "hi baby, just a friend, give me 5 minutes and then we can go alright?" with that you turned your attention back to the conversation.

the rest of the conversation you had was a blur for nagi. some joke he didn’t get. a story he didn’t know. he just heard your giggling and saw you smiling and felt his heart break real time. was this the part where you leave him? no it couldn't be.

he didn't even realise when he zoned out and when your conversation ended. his chain of thoughts broke with you tugging on his shirt looking up at him confused. "you okay baby?" your voice was sweet, sickly sweet and so innocent, he felt horrible for thinking you'd leave him when you loved him so much.

"yeah, 'm alright angel, let's go?" his voice was weak and sluggish but it was best not to bother him about it. he intertwined your pinky with his as you both head out from the party.

the car ride home was quiet. the only sound was from the traffic outside and the quiet music playing on the radio.

and then his voice barely above a whisper, "do you still love me?" you turned to him instantly. he sounded unsure. raw. scared. you’d never heard him like that before, and it shattered your heart.

"of course i do baby, you're the only one for me, why'd you ask?" you tried your best to sound reassuring but it was hard to do so when you're freaking the fuck out if your boyfriend is okay.

"why? why do you love me? you're so cheery and bubbly shouldn't you be with someone more like that?" he finally tore his eyes away from the road to look at you with such soft eyes that would melt you if it wasn't for the way he sounded so sad.

"what do you mean why? i like you just the way you are. i like the way you ground me, i like the way you just listen and let me talk your ear off. so no i don't want someone more 'cheery and bubbly' because you are what i want."

"oh." he was a quiet for a moment when he reached out for your thing carressing it with one hand when he whispered a small "i love you, please don't leave me i won't have a duo in val like you ever again."

his words made you giggle "i love you too and i'm not leaving you ever, who else is gonna carry me in tryhard diamond lobbies."

he let out a small chuckle when you asked him "so you thought i'd leave you? because i laughed at someone's lame joke to be polite? that's so silly sei"

you were right. it was silly, silly because you'd always choose him. "oh. oh yeah no i never thought about any of that." he tried to play it off nonchalantly like he wasn't just in the verge of crying and begging you to not leave him.

“sure, sei. sure you didn’t.” he did. but it didn’t matter. because you’d always be there to remind him. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

a slightly late birthday post for my favorite boy!! lit stopped all my upcoming fics for this one because my baby deserves it

[megs-1800]

I was wondering if you could do some dad Mason of twin babies (boys). And take them for the first time to the family trip the Mount's take with Jazz, Lewis (and all of them) in Greece (sorry, I still can't get over Mason with his family in Greece 🤣) and that's where for the first time the babies take their first steps.

Sorry for my bad English, I'm Latin American.

Paradise

Notes: So sorry its taken me so long to complete this. I had lost so many ideas and really struggled to write. Please send me some more requests!

Summary: Its your twins 1st holiday with the Mount.

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

I learn oven the bed as I zip up the side of my suitcase, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my frame pushing me further onto the bed. “Uhmm I like this position”. Mason mutters breathing onto my neck. I push him off of me and turn around so I am pressed face to face with him.

“Well unfortunately we don’t have time for this position as we are getting picked up in an hour”. I say throwing my arms around his neck and place a small kiss to his lips. I watch him pout as I pull away.

“Well we are all packed and ready to go so we have an hour, so do you know what we can do in an hour? Well we probably could do it twice?” Mason raises his eyebrows and smirks. I giggle at his enthusiasm.

“Yeah well me and the twins are packed but you” pointing over to his empty suitcase in the corner of the room “ are not packed. So you have an hour to pack and get everything sorted. If you packed last night like I asked maybe we would of have time for that now ” I wined which caused Mason to huff in annoyance and roll his eyes. I watch him start throwing things in his suitcase and I walk out the room into the twins room to continue getting them ready.

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“Oh y/n!” Debbie screams as she wraps her arms around me. We agreed to meet the family at the airport so everyone can come separately as its so much easier with the kids. “And how are my gorgeous grandbabies?” she asks crouching down to the double pushchair and undoes Elijah and wraps him up, Jaz is in her shadow and gets Ezra out and swings him around. “I cannot believe how big they are getting”. Jaz states placing a kiss to my cheek.

“I know it feels like yesterday I gave birth” reminiscing of that day a year ago.

“Yeah tell me about it. I am still traumatised at how hard you were holding my hand”. I feel Mason approach me as he wraps his hands around my waist from behind.

“I had to push a whole baby out of me Mason next time you try it”. I pull away from Mason’s grasp giggling.

“Next time yeah?” Mason cocks his eyebrow. I shake my head and roll my eyes. All Mason has spoke about since we had the twins was when the next one is coming, but right now I am happy with my boys.

I go to say hello to everyone, it’s the first time I am going away with the whole family at once as Stacey and her gang have flown over from Australia. I have been for weekends away with the others but nothing this far. We are off to Mykonos and I cannot think of a better venue for Elijah and Ezra’s 1st holiday.

Mason has arranged a private plane for us as we thought it would be easier then trying to get Mason through the airport. We prepare for take off, I have Elijah and Mason has Ezra in arms as we both give them a bottle to try and equalise their ears. They are so well behaved the whole flight, they haven’t cried once and they are sleeping away, I look at the time and we should be preparing to land anytime soon. I quickly make my way to the bathroom before the seatbelt sign comes on, once finished I open the door and almost scream as I wasn’t expecting Mason to be stood there.

He pushes me inside and locks the door behind “What are you doing?” I question watching his eyes darken. He walks towards me trapping me between the sink and his chest. I can feel his hot breathe on my neck making the hairs stand up.

“Well I wanted to give my insanely hot girlfriend a good start to her holiday and since you were being mean earlier I suppose here will have to do”. Mason begins nibbling on my neck and I can feel my body melting into him.

“Well I have always wanted to join the mile high club” I giggle and move his face to mine as I connect our lips. Mason deepens the kiss as I can feel his tongue darting around my mouth causing me to moan into the kiss.

Mason pulls away and looks me in the eyes “you are the most gorgeous women in this world. I am so lucky” I can feel my heart melt as he connects our lips again. I pull Mason closer into me and I can feel his length harden between us. Mason reaches down underneath my joggers and pushes my thong I am wearing out the way and starts making circles on my clit, I lay my head back on the mirror as I let the pleasure overwhelm me.

I am taken out of my trance by a knock at the door, Mason suddenly detaches himself from me. “I don’t want to know what you are both doing in there but they are preparing for landing so you both need to return to your seats” we hear Lewis shout from the other side of the door. I let a large groan out as Mason replies saying we were coming. We haven’t been intimate in a while so our bodies needed this. “I promise to finish this off later” Mason winks and I follow him out the bathroom.

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“Oh my god this place is unreal!” I gleam as I walk around investigating the villa. I place Ezra down on the floor as he begin crawling away quickly “We need to keep an eye on them” I turn to Mason indicating how quickly they are crawling now.

“We are on it!”  shouts Mila as she chases after the boys which causes me and Jaz to smile. Mason helps me carry all of our suitcases up stairs into our room. “Wow!” I am gobsmacked at the size of the room, its absolutely breathtaking with an unreal view of the sea on the balcony. “I still cannot get over things like this. You treat me too good”. I place a kiss to Mason’s cheek as I move the twins suitcase to the side of the room with the cot.

“Well only the best for you!” he smiles as he places a kiss to my neck.

“Right 40 minutes and we meet back down here for dinner!” Tony shouts. I quickly run downstairs and grab the twins. I have created a little playpen for them in our room where I know they cannot escape whilst I get ready.

“You go shower and start getting ready I will sort the twins out as I know its going to take you forever! Well as me on the other hand just need to have a quick shower and I am done”. I start to undress as I watch Mason’s gaze monitor all of my movements.

“Well beauty takes time, its not my fault that you look that unreal and take 2 secs to look like that”. I giggle as Mason smacks my bum as I turn around to make my way to the bathroom.

I turn the shower on and let the warmth consume my body, I turn my back to the shower door and run my hands through my hair and all the tiredness from travelling is fading away. I complete my shower routine as I am about to leave I suddenly feel a body on the back of me, I jump at first and then relax myself as soon as I know its Mason.

“W-what are you-“ Mason cuts me off with a kiss and I cannot help to look at his naked body which is starting to have flex of water run down his chest. Still now it makes me nervous. “You are staring sweetheart” I chuckles.

“Well can you blame me?” I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him closer. The kiss is deep and passionate, both us fighting for air. All I know at this moment in time is I need this, I need him. I reach down and feel Mason’s dick harden underneath my grip.

“f-fuck” he moans into neck as I continue my pace. “that feels so fucking good” Mason continues to moan which is fuelling me to carry on.

“Mase can I borrow your- whoah” I hear Lewis shout, we quickly pull away from eachother.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Mason shouts quickly pulling a towel around his waist and chucking me one so I can do the same.

“I didn’t see anything I promise!” Lewis laughs putting his hands up in surrender now with his back to us. “Believe it or not me and Myles forgot to pack body wash so could we borrow yours until we can go shopping tomorrow please? You two really cannot keep your hands off eachother, just be grateful it was me that walked in and not mum”. Lewis turns around now that we have signalled that we are covered. Mason chucks him his body wash and Lewis quickly runs out the room. I shake my head knowing that Lewis has killed the moment.

I gesture to Mason that I am going to start getting dressed which he groans and goes for a shower probably knowing he is going to be taking a cold shower. I get the twins ready and start getting ready myself, Mason walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and I have to stop myself staring with the small specks of water running down his toned chest. “Take a picture it will last longer” Mason winks. I quickly get my phone out and snap a quick picture of him which makes him chuckle.

“Well you said it” I state in defence. I finish getting myself ready and opted for a maxi skirt and a plain white tshirt I can tuck in for the 1st night, I give myself a once over in the mirror which I feel Mason come up behind me and snake his arms around my waist and nestles his face in my neck and I feel him breathe me in.

“You look unreal” he squeezed my hips and placed some kisses to my neck. Which I melt into his arms. That’s when the door suddenly flies open. “For fucks sake can’t you two keep your hands to yourself for 5 minutes” Lewis burst through the door joking.

“Well its our room bro so maybe if you could learn to knock that will be great”. Lewis doesn’t reply and him and Myles invite themselves into our room and flop onto our bed and pick up the boys. Mason rolls his eyes and we make our way downstairs to the join the rest of the family.

We make our way to a little Trevena near us, the family basically takes up the whole of the restaurant where we have such a big table. I have decided to sit away from Mason and sit with the girls as its been ages since I have had a proper catch up with Mason’s family.

It’s a night full of laughter and good vibes, its nice to get away from reality for a week. Once dinner is finished the boys are asleep in their pushchair and all the other kids are getting tired which I think us adults are feeling as well as it’s been a busy day travelling. We all tiredly walk back to the villa. “I cannot wait to go to sleep” I state flopping on the bed. Mason and I each take a boy and get them ready for bed slowly trying not to wake them and place them in their cot.

I complete my bedtime routine and Mason and I curl up in bed, I can feel something start to poke into my bum as he is spooning me. “Mase as much as I would love to be doing this right now I am shattered I can hardly keep my eyes open” I groan and I hear Mason wine a little but I know deep down he is as tired as me. He turns over so I can spoon him and we let sleep overcome us.

I wake up to sun shining through our room, I stretch but feel disappointed to not feel Mason’s warmth next to me. I sit up and Mason and twins are no where to be seen. I sleepily trudge over to the balcony and see Mason and Jaz in the pool each with one of the boys whilst some of the other family watch. I smile as I feel my heart melt as I watch Mason interact with them, “Wave to mummy!” He shouts to the boys as they spot me, which causes me to smile more.

I quickly go back inside and decide what to wear, I wanted to bring swimming costumes with me as I am still a bit insecure about the last bit of my mum tummy that I just cannot seem to shift but Mason made me bring bikinis as he said that he loved my body and if anything he loves it more now, to be honest he has been a lot more touchy since we had the boys, he always makes me feel amazing especially when I am at my lowest he always finds a way to make me feel better.

I opted for a little blue bikini and a sky blue overdress to put over the top and make my way downstairs. Mason is stood in the kitchen in his swimshorts dripping water everywhere. “I made you an ice coffee” he passes me the glass and places a small kiss to my lips I thank him and follow him outside. I settle on a sunbed with my ice coffee enjoying the view of Mason and his family playing around with the children in the pool. I am going to love this holiday.

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“Oh my god I think its happening!” I shout to the others bringing their attention to the boys who have just started to stand up. This wasn’t new they were able to bring themselves to a standing position however they were too unstable on their legs. Ezra stands up first bringing himself to stand using the sunbed and then Elijah stands up too the same way both holding hands, they look directly at me. At this point Mason is watching apprehensively in the pool with a couple other of his family members gathered round us with their phones. I get my phone out, to record. “Come on babies come to mummy” I encourage and hold my hands out. We all watch excitedly as they take their 1st unstable steps. I feel my eyes water in proudness as my babies walk, we all cheer as they reach my arms and I pick them both up. “You are getting so big my baby boys” I gleam in proudness as Mason jumps out the pool and wrap his arms around us all, right now I really don’t care that he is soaking us I am just happy how good everything is right now.

“I love you all” Mason smiles kissing me and then places a small kiss to both their heads.

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“Right its our last night here I say parents night out!” Mason shouts from the patio area to all the others. I can see all the adults debating it.

“Not going to lie I would love to have a night out without the kids!” Jaz replied. They all turn their heads to Tony and Debbie. “We would look after the children” Debbie laughs. We all thank them and start getting ready.

“I really have nothing left to wear!” I moan as I throw all my outfits onto the bed trying to sort through them. Mason winks at me. “Well you know I only suggested parents night out so me and you can finally get some alone time, so you can go out wearing a paper bag for all I mind, you are going to look fucking sexy in whatever you wear and all I am going to be thinking about is taking it off”. Mason hums into my neck as his hands and placed onto my bum.

I don’t blame Mason I am exactly the same, its been hard to find intimate time at home with the babies and Mason’s schedule so we were looking forward to this time away to actually have some alone time, but one of us as either come home too drunk, the babies wouldn’t settle or one night we ended up with the kids in our bed as they wanted a sleepover with uncle Masey so here we were. I would be lying if I say I don’t want it as much as him but I needed to remember that we were on holiday with his family so I couldn’t be totally all over him.

The night is amazing, we have all had too much to drink. We went out for some dinner and then found a local nightclub near by to the villa. I am on the dancefloor with Jaz and Stacey with a drink in my hand trying our best to dance but after a few too many we are probably more stumbling all over the place. I can feel Mason’s eyes on me as I sway my hips to the music, Mason is sat with the boys as his gaze becomes more apparent as I continue to wiggle my bum to put a show on for Mason, which I don’t even have to look at him to know that its winding him up.

“I think I am done!” Stacey shouts to us trying to be heard over the music.

“Yeah I agree.” Jaz states. We walk over to the guys. “We’re done boys!” Jaz flops herself next to her husband as he places an arm over shoulders. The boys start to grab all the stuff from the booth we were sat in and start to lead us out.

“Me and Y/n will meet you back at the villa. We are going to stay out a bit longer” I look at Mason confused as I thought he would want to go home and have some alone time.

“Okay get back safe though both of you” Jaz says and we hug all of them goodbye. We wave them off as they share a taxi and Mason goes to lead me back inside the club.

“I thought you would want to go home, you know have some mummy and daddy alone time” I throw my hands around his neck and place a needy kiss to his lips.

“Patience baby! I promise we will definitely be having some alone time when we are back but just for now I am liking having you all to myself. I wanted to spend a couple of hours with you, just us. Have a couple of drinks and a dance. Sound good?”

“Of course it sounds good you dickhead” I pull away from the kiss I placed on his cheek and make my way to the bar.

Another couple drinks down and I am very tipsy and I know I am going to be regretting my decision in the morning when I got to get ready for our flight home, but right now in this moment all I can think about is Mason. I know Mason is as tipsy as me, he doesn’t usually drink so when he does it hits him quickly. Our hands are no stop over eachother, its like we are scared to not be touching. I can feel Mason start to harden as I turn my back towards him and grind my bum into him to the music. “I think its time to leave” I feel his breathe on my neck which gives me goosebumps.

Mason basically drags me out the club and into the taxi, we are attached again and we are both fighting for air. I can feel his tongue slip against mine and he lets out an audible moan into my mouth. The taxi pulls outside the villa, Mason throws some notes at the driver and pulls my hand inside. We are slowly walking through the villa trying not to make much noise as its early in the morning. The sound of my heels are loud on the marble floor so Mason crouches in front of me and helps me take them off, I lean on him for balance as the alcohol is starting to effect my balance. “This way” he whispers.

“I feel like naughty teenagers sneaking around” I try and keep my voice low. Mason slides the patio door open and I am confused as to where he is going. “You wanna do it out here? Isn’t that risky?” Mason ushers me over to the other side of the patio, its barely visible from inside but I am still worried. “Mason they could see us out here. You cannot be serious?!” Mason ignores my concerns and wraps his arms around my sides, slowly lowly a hand to my bum.

“They are all asleep. No one is going to see us. Now I want time with my incredibly sexy Mrs so can you stop coming up with ideas not to do anything and start taking your clothes off” it gave me goosebumps with how forward he is being. He starts kissing my neck and slowly making his way up and nipples my earlobe as he knows that’s my weakness, I can feel my legs start to buckle underneath me, I am not sure if it’s the amount of alcohol confused or his affect on me but I am thinking that it’s a combination of both.

Mason starts stripping until he is completely naked, I look down and see how excited he is already becoming. “Come on!” he shouts but still in a whispered tone and dives into the pool. I shake my head at his antics and remove my clothes and slowly dangle my legs at the side of the pool. He swims over to me and pulls me in with him. I naturally wrap my legs around him. I can feel his dick start jabbing my entrance, I grind my hips down teasing him which results in a moan escaping his lips. Mason floats us to the end of the pool which is furthest away from the villa, Mason places one hand on the side behind me and another on my bum. As he continues to kiss me, this time its sloppy and needy.

His hand drops from the side above us and inbetween us, his hand travels down to where I need him most. He starts to run his fingers across my clit and through my folds. “Someone is wet!” He smirks I know he loves what affect he has on me. “Don’t flatter yourself sweetheart it’s the water nothing to do with you”. I kick back, Mason shakes his head as we both know its definitely his fingers that have caused that.

“Honestly I am so horny right now! I want to tease you so bad but I don’t know how long I can last” Mason looks deep into my eyes, his eyes have darken and I can see the lust in them. I grind my hips down on him again knowing that I am winding him up as I know he is already aching for it. “You know what fuck it! I have waited all holiday for this!” with this Mason lifts me up to the side of the pool and spreads my legs, he nestles inbetween them and starts giving open mouth wet kisses to the inside of my thighs.

“Mason!” I shirked. “someone could see!” I try and close my legs but the ache inbetween them are too much.

“You really want me to stop?” He comes up from them and all rationale is out the window and he continues kissing all the way to the area I need him most. I don’t respond but just let out a moan as Mason licks a long strip across my core. “You need to be a little quiet baby we don’t want anyone hearing now” I hold my hand across my mouth as Mason continues, I never know what he does to make it so good but its honesty he gives the best head I have ever had. He gives a mixture of licks and kisses and as soon as he sucks on my clit I am a gonna cum. Mason inserts 2 fingers as he continues to suck on my clit as I try my hardest not to suffocate him, I can feel the ground beneath scratching at my skin but right now I cannot focus on how uncomfortable it is all I can think about is what Mason is doing to me. Its not long before he has me cumming, I cover my mouth as tight as I can as I scream my name into my hand but some moans do escape which I can feel Mason smirking into me. He quickly laps up all my cum on his fingers and cleans them with his tongue.  “I love the taste of your cum” He smiles and places a small open mouthed kiss to my thigh.

“I love how you make me cum” I reply joining him in the pool again. “So your turn?” I question. Mason shakes his head and traps me between the edge of the pool and his body. I can feel his dick throbbing between us.

“Honesty I don’t think I could cope if you touched me right now, I need to be inside you, I need to feel that tight..wet…pussy” kisses along my neck inbetween each word which made me shiver.

“Oh my god! Mason Mount is turning down a blow job” I joke. Mason shakes his head and I know he isn’t in a playing mood. I haven’t seen him this needy in a while, but I think the lack of intimacy lately we are both desperate for it. Mason places his hands on either side of my legs and wraps them around his waist. He gives himself a couple of pumps and lines himself with me, he slowly pushes himself in.

“F-fuck y/n that is so good!” he moans, I feel his grip on my waist tightened and I clench around his cock which causes him to moan loudly in response.

“Shhh remember we gotta be quiet” I repeat his words to him that he said to me earlier.

“I cannot help it  this pussy is insane. You are insane. I am the luckiest man in the world.” My heart melts at his words. I haven’t been the most confident with my body and having the twins I have become more insecure but he always has a way of making me good about myself.

“You can move” I say as I have adjusted to his size. “I really need you right now Mason. You know like I really need you”. I start kissing along his collarbone and his neck not caring about the marks I am leaving.

“Say no more baby girl. I am ready to ruin you” and with that he pulls out and gives me a massive thrust resulting in a loud scream from me which I try and block out by screaming into his neck. Mason continues a pace which is damaging  and I can feel myself unravelling around him.

I tighten my grip of my legs around his waist “fuck you are so sexy y/n you have no idea how long I have waited for this” his breath causes me goosebumps over my skin. I am clenching around him and I start to become dizzy with the amount of pleasure that is shooting through.

“I’m gonna cum baby” I feel Mason pick up his pace and reaches between us and starts to put pressure on my clit. “Mase f-fuck” I scream he kisses me at the same time to silent my moan.

“I know baby I am with you”. Mason pace becomes sloppy and I know he is struggling to keep us both upright right now. “Uh that’s it y/n, right there. Fuck you are so fucking sexy” with that Mason shoots his load into me and wraps his arms around my body so we are both bobbing around the pool. Mason eventually pulls away after a couple of seconds.

“That was incredible” I smile. Mason tucks a stand of hair behind my ears.

“You are incredible” he replies. “Lets quickly get out of here before we get caught. I think I left two towels on the beds earlier”. He quickly jumps out the pool still knackered and runs over to the sunbed and grabs the towels. I get out the pool and we both quickly dry off as much as we can and wrap the towels around us and pick up the evidence of our clothes at the side of the pool.

We tiptoe quietly through the villa trying our hardest not to wake anyone up as we make our way upstairs to our room. Our sleeping babies in their cot melts my heart. We get ourselves cleaned up and ready for bed. I lie on Mason’s chest as he brushes his fingers up and down my back.

“I don’t wanna go home” I say into Mason’s chest. He hums in response.

“I agree this has been paradise” Mason places a small kiss to the top of my head as we slowly fall asleep.

[spadecentral]

🤛 Hit & Kiss | Deuce Spade x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: i was thinking abt delinquent deuce guys. ALSO TYSM FOR 1700 FOLLOWERS THATS INSANE BRO

>> masterlist: twst >> summary: deuce shows up on your doorstep a little bloodier than usual >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

Deuce Spade showing up at the door to Ramshackle is not uncommon. On a normal day, he’ll show up with his backpack slung across his shoulder and a smile spread across his face. But today was anything but a regular day.

His head is turned away from you as you open the door, the wood creaking being the only sound between the two of you. His hair—that’s usually combed—is spiked up in odd ways, and his tie is pulled loose. Looking down, you can see how his hands are turned palms-forward, as if he doesn’t want you to see the backs of them.

“Deuce?” you say as you scan over him. He doesn’t tilt his head up as you say his name like he usually does, and you know something’s off.

“Could I, uh, come inside?” he asks, his voice more awkward than usual. And softer, too.

“Yeah,” you say, leaving space in the doorway for him to come inside.

“Thanks,” he says, and you can see just a small flash of teeth from a smile he gives you as he walks by. You lock the door haphazardly as he walks over to your living room and sinks into a couch, its old memory foam cushion not supporting him at all.

Standing in the doorway, you stare at him as he fidgets with his fingers and stares in front of him. As you watch him, you notice just how red his knuckles are. And that paired with the way he’s tilting his face away from you gives you all the information you need to know. It’s not like you weren’t expecting something like this, especially after connecting the dots that the legendary Cold One Duke from the visit to his hometown is actually “Cauldron Deuce”, which is a less terrifying—but all the more endearing—nickname. Turning on your heel, you head up the stairs and into the only usable bathroom, before opening up the medicine cabinet to grab your medicine kit.

“Myahh, human, what’s all the ruckus about?” Grim asks you as you leave the bathroom, his voice carrying out of your bedroom and through the hall.

Poking your head into your room, you spot Grim curled up on your bed, one eye open as he sunbathes. “Nothing, just grabbing something from the bathroom.”

He purrs in response, drifting back off to sleep like he didn’t hear you at all.

Laughing silently to yourself, you open up your phone to snap a photo of the cat monster. You notice there’s no notification from Ace, which usually always happens when something—anything—goes on. Frowning, you shoot him a quick text to try and maybe get a gauge of the situation before you go ask Deuce about it. 

you (4:14 pm): hey what happened to deuce? hes over here beat up bro

When there’s no immediate response you sigh, turning your phone off and making your way back downstairs to the couch where Deuce is still seated. Walking into the room, you take a seat across from him on the dusty coffee table, setting the first aid kit down next to you and opening it up.

“C’mon,” you say as you hold out a palm.

Deuce looks at you skeptically before complying, placing his beat up hand on your clean one.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, almost like he didn’t know how to say it.

You respond by pressing a little harder on his hand with an alcohol swab, making a wince appear across his face. “For what?”

“...Showing up,” he responds hesitantly, shrugging. “Here.”

“Mm,” you hum, thinking about what to say in response. There’s a beat of silence, and you can tell that Deuce is getting more uncomfortable by the second. “What even caused this in the first place?”

“Someone… said something,” he pauses, trying to figure out what words he wants to say.

“About you, or…?”

There’s a soft groan that escapes Deuce, one that he usually makes when he’s frustrated with classwork. “No. It was about, uh, you.”

Your hands stall for a minute as you take in that sentence, before starting back up again, now on his other hand. “You didn’t have to, y’know.”

Deuce finally looks up at you when you say that, and through the bruise that’s forming on his eyelid, you can see him reeling and trying to form a sentence that’s not abrasive. “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, you didn’t have to get in a fight because someone said something mean,” you tell him, now focusing on his face. Pushing his hair away from his face and pinning it back with a random hair clip you had laying around on the table from one of your previous sleepovers with the rest of the first-year group. As you poke around, you can feel his face start to heat up under your touch. “Are you getting a cold?”

“What?!” he splutters, pushing your hands away from his pink-tinted face. “No! No, I’m not. And of course I had to do something, I li—”

He cuts himself off, which is truly a sight to behold. You almost giggle as his face contorts into a look that seems painful. But you let the silence settle as you wait for him to say something.

“Sorry,” he says, a hand coming up to rub the nape of his neck. “I shouldn’t have—”

You don’t know what else to do but to cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He makes a noise of surprise, and not being experienced in the subject of kissing, he doesn’t know exactly what to do. As you lean away, he follows you for just a second before reeling back, a look of shock evident on both your faces. 

“Uh— sorry,” now it’s your turn to flush red.

“No! No it was…” he trails off, unsure of how to finish his sentence without sounding totally stupid. “I– I liked it.”

He sounded stupid anyway, but you didn’t care.

“I like you, Deuce,” you tell him. “It’s probably pretty obvious now, haha.”

“I, uh, I like you too,” he responds, lifting one of his bruised hands to caress your cheek. “Can we uh… do that again?”

This time you laugh at him, but not in a mean way; never in a mean way. “Of course.”

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table next to you, but you’re too caught up to notice as you lean in for the second time that afternoon, and leave all your worries for another moment.

idiot central (4:23 pm): no

idiot central (4:23 pm): also can u 2 pls like kiss b4 i kms so i dont third wheel forever

!!!please reblog!!!

>> twst taglist: @tulipluvlettr | @strawberry-hyacinth | @oseathepebble | @wisteriainslumber | @villaim

@pastelmages | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @ze-maki-nin

@ezr4n | @l1vyatan | @savanaclaw1996 | @enigmatic-pers | @queerlordsimon

@kyraxiyn | @rayisalive | @monochromepalette

[sturniololuvz]

Can u write a fic where its like the triplets r on tour and sls went with them and she was missing nate and at the Boston show the boys suprised her with nate and his family but nate told her he couldn't go because of a work party or something so she was shocked

“Boston, With Love”

Tour had been amazing — lights, crowds, adrenaline.

But it was also exhausting. And for their little sister, tagging along as the only girl in a tour bus full of loud boys, it was starting to wear thin.

Especially without Nate.

He’d told her he had to skip the Boston stop — something about a work party he couldn’t get out of. And even though she tried to be understanding, the disappointment had clung to her like a shadow all week.

She missed him. Stupidly, deeply, in a way she couldn’t even fully explain to her brothers.

They tried. They made jokes. Bought her iced coffee when she looked extra tired. Let her sleep in the top bunk, even though Chris hated giving it up.

But she was still quieter than usual backstage before the Boston show.

“You good?” Nick asked, nudging her lightly as they waited behind the curtain.

“Yeah,” she lied.

Matt gave her a sideways glance, but didn’t push.

The crowd screamed. Lights went down. The boys ran out, hyped as always.

She watched from the wings, arms crossed, trying to shake the ache in her chest.

And then—

“Before we get to the next part,” Chris said into the mic, a little grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, “we got a surprise for someone really special tonight.”

The crowd quieted, sensing something.

“She’s been on the road with us, putting up with all our annoying crap,” Matt added.

“And she’s been missing someone bad,” Nick said, smirking toward the side of the stage.

She blinked, confused. Then turned—

And froze.

Nate.

Standing there with his goofy grin, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her jaw dropped.

“You said you couldn’t come,” she whispered.

He laughed, stepping forward to wrap her up in a hug. “I lied.”

“You lied?”

“Matt made me. Blame him.”

She couldn’t even be mad. She threw her arms around his neck, nearly knocking the flowers out of his hand.

On stage, the boys pointed and cheered. The crowd was eating it up.

“You didn’t actually think we’d come to Boston and not bring your favorite person, right?” Chris called out.

She buried her face in Nate’s shoulder, laughing and crying all at once.

It was loud. Overwhelming. But for the first time all week, her heart felt full again.

And later, when the show ended and she was tucked under Nate’s arm in the dressing room, she looked at her brothers with watery eyes.

“Thanks for knowing what I needed before I did.”

Chris shrugged. “It’s kind of our job.”

Nick grinned. “We’re like emotional support brothers.”

Matt just tossed her a water bottle. “Don’t ever say we don’t love you.”

She smiled, wiping her eyes.

“I know.”

⸻

[noodletime]

Idk if I just can’t find it on your blog, but I beg of you if you haven’t already, please post your wonderful Ken x reader here, too, because I want to reblog it to my own blog so badly but I can only spam hearts in the TGD community tab! You’ve got me crushing on a guy with a knife in his head, it’s just too good to not reblog, too!

OMG your right,,, im so sorry yall,,

HERES TO THE FOLKS WHO WANTED IT IN PUBLIC AND NOT ON COMMUNITY PAGE!!!!!!!!!

(inspiration/idea by @corni-the-flowercat)

Ken X Wife!Reader Headcannons

GIF by veelzebub-the-dingus

Ohhh, where to begin. First off, you have NO idea how you got into the situation of marrying a sadistic butcher and gaining both a yeast golem son and a *human* daughter. But who cares? You have managed to get by just fine, and that isn't a problem for you at all!

You and Ken were a PERFECT match. From the day you two locked eyes with eachother, he knew his future would become brighter from that day onward. And he was right! Ken has never felt lonely ever since, and neither have you!

You two often take turns running the shop while the other goes out on a mission. When you walk back into that shop with bits of purple blood on your clothes and hair he SWOONS at the sight of you. And he'll gladly help you clean up after yourself after a mission. Change of clothes? Hes got a folded pile ready in your rooms. Need a wash? Shower/bath has been made sure theres enough hot water. Feeling tense? You'd be surprised that his large hands can do a good massage!

When your not out on a mission and instead holding down the shop, your glad to do so! Especially with the kids, they wouldn't admit it but they adore you more than Ken..

Speaking of, you've never been happier to be the proud parent of Breadhead and Mel! Often helping them serve customers, wash dishes and cook up some recipies for the orders. Mel likes to play tiny tricks with you and often bets on random things. E.g. who can serve the most people before Breadhead finishes a song on the piano? And Breadhead certainly is a mama's boy when it comes to you. Any buisness you ask him to do WILL be taken care of, whether you ask him or not.

Oh, and you have a.."friendly" banter with Mud often. You'll catch him stealing a few scarab, so you go over and SLAM your fist into his stomach so he retches them all back up. You'll be serving up a customers order, and all of a sudden the plate is gone (and Mud has an awfully cheeky grin on his face).

But anyways, back onto Ken! When theres a slow day in the shop, and the two of you are alone, Ken would walk over to the record player and put on a song for you two to dance to! Often its a slow song, but if a slightly quicker song comes on? Ken WILL have to learn to match your speed quickly, or else!

Acts of affection are often acts of service or physical affection. If your standing near him you'll possibly find his hand your shoulder or waist. He'll go and gift you anything he thinks you'll like, from fancy clothes to jewelry and such -- he gets paid a good amount of scarab, so you don't have to worry about the costs.

DEFINETLY the big spoon, this man is so large he takes atleast more of the bed you two share (bro IS the bed 😭😭/j /j /j ). He'll be curled up around you while you rest in his strong grasp, his body protecting yours from the cold outside. It'll take a while for you to escape it, however. If you need to go grab something before you go back to sleep, you'll have to wake him up first, and hes a HEAVY sleeper.

When going on missions TOGETHER, you two are an unstoppable force. Tearing through anything you can see until you get to your objective. No opposing gang is safe from the smiling dead duo's grasp! Plus Ken LOVES the way you become so unhinged in the heat of the moment. Your crooked smile, bloodlustful eyes and crazed hair make you all so charming in a way Ken can't explain.

Although, such a relationship with a guy like him *does* come with its cons, especially with his mood swings. Your the one to try and make him calm down when he snaps, and for most of the time it works! Until it doesn't, and now your faced with a raging, monsterous tryant (who is also your husband) in front of you. When you two get into arguements, theres always two main factors: One, its about one/both of your kids health and safety. And two, it never goes and/or ends pretty. Lots of yelling, accusing and angry gestures all over. But don't worry, if theres anyone whos apologising first, it'll be Ken.

How he apologises is either him talking to you up-front about it, or leaving a few thoughtful gifts in places where you often walk to inside the shop. It might be on your shared bed, on the counter or maybe even in the freezer. Either way, he feels bad for yelling at you, and wants to make it up to you no matter what. How could you say no?

Overrall, hes a sweetheart. Your so lucky you married him out of all the rotlings out there in the Gaslight District. Your life has been crazy, but your glad that your darling husband will be there by your side no matter what, and the rest of your family too. <3

[magiturge]

the oc x canon has hit the.. magiturge, again.

if you are for whatever reason interested in what i have for them, under cut. be warned it is very long

this is taken from a thread i made on twitter

seneca, as i believe i’ve mentioned before, tends to sleep on trash piles or wooded areas. i feel at some point he would’ve unintentionally gotten into pink swamp where richardson’s property is due to his attraction to the calming atmosphere.

he would be relatively unaware of the fact it’s private property, more or less just interested in the atmosphere and how peaceful it is. he would call it a garden. though i think of course, paton would inform richardson somebody got into his property and seek them out

i did not draw it.. because im lazy, but richardson would have his shotgun, to also pressure the intruder to leave like with vincent but seneca is not a malicious intruder. he is at most just leaning on the railings of marshland to look around quietly

seneca has very poor survival instinct given whats.. wrong with him, and does not immediately notice that richardson is approaching him carefully with a gun. he is likely just staring out into the water, and the only thing that breaks him out of the peaceful moment is blood from off of his head into the water, making him finally look around to see richardson approaching. all he sees is somebody whos at an advantage over him, with a weapon, and that signals to seneca hes going to get hurt so all that makes him do is stumble and fall onto his back fearfully, murmuring pathetically because he does not want to die and tries to flee. he didnt want trouble he just wants somewhere to rest. he honestly probably looks crazy to richardson, bloody cage with josafa cross on him

i feel.. atleast based on how kind richardson seems as well as trying to get away from the noise can spare seneca some peace of mind. in the moments prior to seneca noticing him, he was likely observing seneca just look around wistfully

looking around wistfully with no weapon in sight, with a stumble in his walk and propping against the railings shows someone very vulnerable or atleast not well fit to defend themself or has intent to hunt and cause harm and his poor attention and awareness lended to that

even as he tries to flee he is propping his hands on the railings, feeling a bit stupid for not noticing the small wooden homes on the sides of the marshland and not deducing somebody lived here. he just wants to run off to somewhere quiet, but he is not healthy.. he cant run

i think, i can imagine with how warbly seneca ends up sounding with pleas, theres some level of panicky calming down because hes very much not a threat right now, and reluctant wary dragging to the infirmary on one side of the marshland.

the whole interaction makes seneca more skittish than normal because hes afraid of being trapped somewhere and gunned down like an animal moments after he thought he had peace. in a way, hes silently accepting what he believes will happen to him

at the moment, richardson does not see that seneca is in way worse shape than he seems ( i.e cannot see how malnourished and thin he is, only sees the visible blood and disfigurement of his face ) and does not understand immediately its not as simple as removing the cage

it throws seneca into a panicky fit in the infirmary of standing up against the walls, hands sprawled like a spider facing richardson, murmuring over and over about how hes trying to kill him. how hes just playing with his food and all kinds of violent accusations

hes just scared. its just coupled up experiences applied to his situation, of kindness stabbing him in the back. he doesnt want to lend himself to extreme vulnerability, hes all trembly, he’d rather hurt forever than die once

it would take so much persuasion for him to relax a little, and just allow richardson to try atleast dabbing gauze on his face through the bars of his cage. it is a really slow process, like dealing with a scared animal. slow movements, and very gentle

and even with some lighthearted comments, to ease the tension, seneca would just continue to stare at richardson with wide crooked eyes, at every movement, with his mouth pulled in a strained smile as he shakes. he cant help being scared. richardson, may likely stick around in the infirmary watching seneca even as hes laying down. hes still an intruder even if he looks weak and harmless.

that little cot is the most comfortable place hes rested in so long, even though hes shaking like crazy, that little cushiony feels against his head through the bars of his cage, and the give from the cot to his body, makes the tremors cease into slumber

hes out cold for the rest of the day basically.. even though his blood soaks the cot while he sleeps. i dont know how long richardson wouldve been there watching, but he’ll be lingering around the marsh when he wakes up

..given hes still scared, and his nature of living now, even though its a comfortable little place he feels the need to flee and run, scrabble up the marshland cliffs and go elsewhere where he isnt cornered

scrabble up like a poor cat at a door and fall over, just in sight of richardson. clang his caged head against the floor and be winded from a feeble attempt. even from a long rest, from how winded he is from a little fall makes it clear hes in way worse shape than he seems

he just looks up at the canopy of trees and the sky with labored breathing. from here, its a little more lighthearted. a guy who gets away from the screens, with a rather humorous curiosity for things read on the web and guy whos a bit of a faux religious nutcase

with how richardson seems to occasionally bring up things in props 4 sale about things hes seen online, i imagine some of the religious tidbits he finds will spark some kind of chatter from seneca but even his tidbits are skewed and odd.

and given how away richardson is from all the noise, his property would be a nice little place for seneca to avoid the noise and dangers of thornight given its only pretty at a distance. its likely seneca will just wander and gaze for awhile.

it might even be funny to watch seneca at a distance be still and in control of his body just to break into tremors when approached again. it could be a funny pairing, is what im saying..

something something, richardson being able to stick his hands through the bars of seneca’s cage and for him to not shake at all. i dont think seneca would even realize his feelings, i dont think he would notice how much more he is talking from the sanest part of his mind.

( doing a gesture, points at attached image to read before continuing )

richardson can do so much for seneca, but seneca is staring past it AT him. seneca can give nothing to richardson but his company and his craft.

seneca does not understand his feelings, he just feels safe. he feels his insistence on offering richardson things hes crafted from garbage and thinks around the marshland is solely for expressing gratitude for his hospitality when whats been put into making them is affection.

he could’ve simply plucked a flower and given it to him, but the reality is seneca would carefully crinkle candy wrappers into bouquet paper, bedazzle flowers with crystals from the caves and fold paper into petals as a gift. even if hes unstable, he loves rather colorfully.

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Idea: Apocalypse Averted AU, Five gets his paper work updated and is officially his age of 58. Luther suggests they could all go to Vegas for the weekend now that Five can't be thrown out for being a minor.

Five is surprised by the suggestion but then Luther is saying "Well I'm sure you could win a lot of money by counting cards, you could probably pick it up real quick, knowing you". And well, he loves a challenge. And there's alcohol. So why not

Diego joins too because no way will he be lamer than Luther and Allison goes with them, officially because "You idiots can't be left alone in Vegas" but actually she just wants to see how it goes.

(more under the cut, this got kinda long)

Klaus has had enough of bright colors and loud noises for a while, the club was already enough, he doesn't need another flashback, thank you very much

Viktor also stays because his hearing is so sensitive now and it'd be hell he imagines

So the first group goes to Vegas, at first it's fun, even if some of them won't admit it. They drive limousine, have some fancy drinks, explore the Las Vegas strip, go to some restaurants.

And then they actually go to a casino and all hell breaks loose.

Diego had been studying a gambling book and Luther had bet $10 on roulette and won. Diego urged him to go again, it's a 50/50 chance anyway.

Luther did and-

-lost.

Luther gets up at Diego about it and Five says "Of course you shouldn't have listened to him, it's Diego"

Then they get into a fight with each other and get kicked out of that casino.

Allison then banned them from games involving actual people for the next hour.

They go to the slot machines a bit and Luther accidentally rips off the handle of one of them.

Overall, they lose A LOT

Five tries a virtual Blackjack game loses twice, then wins, almost cashes out, before he thinks 'I am in a flow right now and the winnings wouldn't even out my losses right now' and goes again.

He loses and screams at the thing

Meanwhile Diego found one that has a mini Jackpot and a Big Jackpot (why are there two Jackpots?!!) and right as he put money in, he broke the mini jackpot. Then he saw the Big Jackpot is almost at its limit too, so he spends like half an hour on that game

Only to lose all of his earnings.

He screams at the thing

The three guys get kicked out of that one too

Then they realize "WHERE IS ALLISON?!"

They obviously can't go back...

...except they can because they are trained child soldiers, so back in again it is.

Luther was sadly caught, but that helped Diego sneak back in again

Five simply blinked.

So, where was Allison during all of that?

In a secret area for A-list celebrities playing Blackjack of course.

Both Diego and Five get there, are caught right as Allison spotted them, getting increasingly frustrated and cashes out.

They get out and realize "Where the fuck is Luther?!"

Luther is actually on a party bus, but they just go back to the hotel. Allison goes to the spa, Diego and Five back to their rooms, expecting to find Luther, but he isn't there.

Both of them groan but since they don't even have an idea where he is they think that he'll probably get back to the hotel at some point.

And he does, except he's blackout drunk. They lay him to bed, Five says he's had enough and gets another drink. And another. And then he just gets the bottle.

None of them can sleep. It's way too hot and it's way too loud. What are these walls made out of, paper?!

They had a reservation for lunch the next day but they all overslept way past noon

They go walk the Strip again only to find cosplayers dressed as Umbrella Academy members.

So they decide "actually this is awful, let's go" and just do not think about all the money they lost

So, what did Klaus and Viktor do during all of this?

Well, they went to brunch, then they visited a butterfly house, afterwards they took a stroll through the park, eating ice cream, while ending the day by watching 'But I'm a cheerleader' with pizza that they ordered.

[killishin]

— ♤ muse.

PART 01.

pairing: dick grayson x sculptor! reader

category: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

content warning: afab reader, mentions of depression, alternate universe where dick is not a vigilante, tbh none of the batfam is. and.. well they'll be added as we go

summary: loneliness often gives rise to the most beautiful of art, and that art is Dick Grayson, coming alive. literally.

a/n: so the reader here is a sculptor. depressed artist, as we all are (T＿T) as we go in the story we'll see where others are, but everyone is a normal citizen. I do art myself but I dont know much about sculpting so if I go wrong anywhere I apologise. enjoy

wc: 1.6k

fic masterlist. next.

dividers by @cafekitsune

loneliness has been, for a very long time, a dear friend of yours. grabbed your throat by its sweet claws, wrapping your cold body in its embrace to further dip you in frost, tearing you away from civilisation— from happiness. a friend, yes.

you were content with life, as everyone saw it, as interviews wrote it. a well established artist, a renowned young painter and sculptor. quick to fame and praise, you weren't filthy rich of course, but money was no longer tight. you had your very own apartment, and it was big enough— not that it mattered, you lived alone. have been alone for quite sometime.

sometimes you regretted buying a big place to live, the eerily quietness of your apartment sometimes haunted you. it made you hate it, yet you couldn't pry yourself out of it, you didn't want to. you had grown used to it, comfortable in the nightmares it gave you.

there was a time in your life, though, when your home started feeling more like a cage— not beautiful paintings adorning your walls but blood on the impossibly hot iron bars that seered you whenever you tried to leave. you had started losing hope, losing yourself.

thats when he came into your life. not really came, you brought him to life. yes that fits rather well.

nightmares that were only filled with screams and aches, when every night was spent in tears staining your pillow— it was all replaced by him. at first you hardly remembered him, all you could piece together was his body. you had intented to brush it off, but unknowingly so ,you became obsessed. you painted him in desperation to put a face on whoever your mind was conjuring up. pages and pages of sketches littered your desk, and everywhere in your house— but no face felt right.

"— come on you can do this." he teasingly encouraged, his laugh melodious enough to put a smile on your face.

"no i can't!" you groaned with an embarrassed laugh as you shook your head. you laughed in your dreams, it didn't feel forced, it didn't hurt to.

he dropped back from the handstand to his feet without so much as a huff before walking towards you, his extended hands taking yours in, gently pulling you towards him. you couldn't see his face, or maybe you can and your dream self has awful vision.

"why don't you at least try?"

"i'll fall."

"i would be there to catch you, baby."

it wasn't exactly him that got you obsessed, it was the idea of him. of course, he isn't real. but he gives you much more happiness than any real person could. you hoarded the happiness he gave you, eager to sleep and much more eager to see his face. you were greedy for him, all of him. alone in the world you finally felt like you had someone.

you probably need help, need some good therapy, but you aren't yet ready to let go of him yet.

the stars looked different, they were more visible, which was weird since you hardly ever saw stars in the city. but then again, dreams are weird.

"they're too bright." you whispered, to yourself you thought before you felt a hand intertwine with yours and you relaxed, because you knew its him, your soul knows it.

"i think they're pretty." he whispered back and it was a surreal feeling, his thumb on your hand, caressing with such care, "woah— was that a shooting star?" he immediately closed his eyes, as if wishing for something.

you huffed out a small laugh, "what you believe in that?"

his eyes opened slowly, a small sigh escaped him before he looked back at you, smiling softly while his eyes adored you like people adore your art— but much more intense than that. as if he's your artist and you're his muse, his one and only.

"maybe."

days and days passed, you barely left your apartment. hell you barely left your study, only to eat and shower. you slept right beside the the art you're bringing to life. you've been sculpting him, day and night, thats all you do. you have abandoned all other projects, they simply don't inspire any more creative juice out of you— him, though, he hoarded it all for himself. greedy little shit.

your hands sculpt him like you're shaping love, such care, such precision— such softness. you leave no room for mistake, no room for anything amiss. even though you remember much less from your dreams, its as if your hands do. they carve as if they've mapped his skin a billion times, with such familiarity. it scares you sometimes, you're sure you've gone mad.

"i think i know why im starting to like the sky so much." you stated, words hanging with a certain heaviness, a realisation that has started to knock some sense in you.

he looked up from your lap, the setting sun draping a beautiful hue on him, somehow making him even more ethereal. you wonder if you're even worthy to see him, even if he's a figment of your own imagination.

"why?"

"they're like you. pretty." you said, looking at the flower in your hand, slowly plucking its petals out, "sometimes you look... starry , like the night sky. sometimes you're too bright —"

"—too bright?"

"yes like maybe its because of your personality?"

"you say it likes its a bad thing."

"no—" you pause to frown, but couldn't help the smile, "okay i mean— you're sometimes too loud maybe?"

he scoffed dramatically, flicking the flower out your hands, "now that is just mean. im not loud. i sound pleasent."

"sure."

"say i sound pleasent."

"sure—" you pause, yet again faced with the fact that you don't even know the name of this visitor of yours. you never say it out loud, never were aware of it while it dream— or even if you were you just didn't say it, somehow thinking that you just can't ask.

"what?" he tilts his head at you, and your brows furrow— why can't you see him? it has started to irk you now suddenly.

"your name. your face." you said slowly,but then your eyes widened in surprise, that you could actually say it. "i- i don't—"

suddenly blue eyes stared back at you, crinkled in amusement, beautiful lips pulled into a cheshire smirk. you weren't even aware when his hand reached your jaw, his thumb caressing your lips.

"you will. soon."

it was a shock that whole morning, you truly didn't expect to ever put a face to it. but before your rational mind can dip into how eerie it all is, your hands immediately started to work. it was as if that one glimpse was enough.

and enough it was, you had sculpted his face just as you dreamt it, an annoyingly charming smile, the eyes that both stole and mended hearts. it took you quite some time to finish it, weeks actually.

when you were finally done, your heart swelled and roared, your hand raised to caress his face. soft were his cheeks but you knew had he existed it would be softer.

but just as fast as that euphoria encased you... reality came crushing in.

your study was clattered with canvases and paper, paint left spilled here and there, there was hardly any clean floor. stepping out of your study was even more of a punch to the gut. dishes piled up one after another, half opened ramen packets or the pan on the stove with stale pancake that you had left half made.

you weren't exactly a clean freak but you did kept things organised enough to look tidy. but this... this was a mess and showed every other sign towards the glaringly big issue.

your crumbling life.

your phone buzzed in the sofa and you saw just how many texts and missed calls you didn't see. it was your assistant, both concerned for you and your career that you have almost thrown away. her incessant scolding melded into the background as you sat down on the floor, rubbing your face tiredly.

this was your wake up call. it ached you, tore you apart knowing what you have to do. he was your sole place of happiness, he was the one who pulled you out of the darkness you plunged yourself into— yet now it all seemed funny. a laugh escaped your lips, void of any mirth. he was no one, you should really stop referring him as anyone. he was the manifestation of your own desires, your call for help— whatever you needed all carved into a man.

imagination, just that.

you leaned back against the wall, a shaky breath leaving your lips as tears stained your face.

"i didn't even get to know his name..."

it took you some time to get yourself together before you made all the decisions. you did some cleaning, you couldn't clean and tidy everything since you got way too frustrated. you weren't too worried about money, your study was filled with his paintings. as much as it hurt you to sell them away, you had no choice. keeping them means keeping a tether to him, and whatever you spiraled to. it also meant to sell his sculpture, this was what hurt you the most, both because it was your best piece as of yet and well.... it was him.

you buttoned up your blouse and fixed your skirt, brushing your hair you looked at your reflection with a sigh. the makeup did a good job at hiding the dark circles, good as new.

you had a meeting with your assistant regarding the paintings and what to do. you had already discussed it over a call, but she was insistent to meet. you knew that was her way of getting you to step out into the land of living.

taking your purse you made your way out, walking across the hall before pausing outside your study. a farewell wouldn't hurt right?

it infact did hurt.

because right now you're sat on your ass on the floor, your ankle twisted as you stare into your study with utter shock, your jaw slack. looking at him, him that caused you to shriek like a banshee and fall.

him.

your "dream" man.

he was there in the flesh, looking very much alive— very much naked, as he looked down at you with that same charming grin you had fallen for.

"the name's dick grayson. missed me?"

what the actual fuck?

reblogs are appreciated :D

[doumadono]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

hi, I don't know if this is too specific or triggering but I'd love if you could write something where katsuki celebrates reader getting their period after a while of not having it due to an ed. (going through this right now and it feels like no one cares and I kind of want to be celebrated?) anyways thanks if you can or can't write something :)!

Worth celebrating - Bakugo x Reader

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

It happened on a Tuesday morning, when the clouds hung low and the city was draped in its usual post-rain haze.

Eight years since the end of the war, and still Katsuki Bakugo woke every day with the weight of it tucked somewhere between his shoulder blades, dull and familiar.

But today, the air in their apartment was off — not just because you’d left the window cracked, or because he’d made the coffee too strong again. Something was just different.

You didn’t say anything at first. Not when he leaned against the counter with his mug observing you like a predator, not when you shuffled into the kitchen with sleep still dragging at your limbs; not even when your boyfriend greeted you with a muttered, “Mornin’, dumbass,” softened only by the brush of his rough fingerpads over your hip as you passed him by.

It was when you returned from the bathroom that he noticed.

Your eyes were wide, glimmering. Your lip trembling. You stood there, in the doorframe, clutching the hem of your nightgown like a kid who didn’t know how to say the words caught in their throat.

“…What?” Katsuki asked, not unkindly.

Your gaze flicked down, and your voice came out in a whisper, “I got it back.”

Bakugo blinked. “Got what back?”

And then he realized.

He might’ve come off like a storm of muscle, barked orders, and a man too brash for softness — but that was all misdirection. The guy paid attention. Especially to you, his beloved girlfriend.

Your shoulders curled inward the moment it clicked in his head. You almost apologized for attempting to say it — he could see it forming in your mouth, the guilt for turning this small, biological thing into a confession, like it wasn’t that important anyway.

But Katsuki fucking Bakugo, survivor of wars and pride and all the broken pieces in between, moved. Instincts sharper than ever. He was across the room in a blink, setting down the mug so hard it nearly shattered on a nearby counter, before pulling you into his strong arms like you were the most precious gem. Because you were, in the end.

“You mean it?” he muttered against the top of your head, inhaling the warm scent of your hair deep in his lungs. “You really—?”

You nodded into his chest, clutching the back of his shirt like you were scared you’d imagined it. “I didn’t think it would come back,” you uttered, “I thought I’d ruined myself. After all that… After everything I did to my body, I just... I didn’t think it would come back to me. I can't believe I got my period after such a long, long time!"

His grip on you tightened, arms wrapping you up like a shield. Bakugo didn’t say I told you so, even though he could’ve. He’d told you you were getting better. He’d told you every small step mattered. But this wasn’t about being right.

This was about you.

“Fuck, baby…” he breathed, voice gone hoarse. “You’ve been working so hard.”

Your knees buckled a little, but he caught you, guiding you to the couch in the living room in that wordless way he always did — blunt, gruff, but gentle under it all. He sat beside you and held you, fingers stroking over your tensed back, his chin resting atop your head.

You didn’t talk for a while. Instrad, you cried a little, the kind of crying that comes from relief so deep it feels like mourning. He let you do so. It was a purifying act, and Katsuki understood its importance to the situation.

Eventually, you found your voice again. “It feels stupid, getting this emotional over it. Like it’s just a period, right?”

His eyes snapped to yours. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, though his thumb was still rubbing circles on your side. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. This ain’t just a period. It’s your body healing. It's proof you're taking care of yourself. Proof you're fighting. And I know how fucking hard that is for you.”

Your breath hitched, and you nodded again, lip caught between your teeth. “People talk about healing like it’s this linear thing,” you stated. “But it’s not. Some days I still feel like I’m failing. Like eating that extra bite is a war I lose. Like maybe if I had just had more willpower back then, none of this would’ve—”

“No,” he interrupted, voice low but firm. “You don’t get to say that shit either. None of what happened was your fault. You were hurting. And now you’re healing. And I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, I could blow a hole through the damn roof.”

That made you laugh. Just a little. But it was real.

“You mean it?”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. Serious. Steady. Full of the kind of warmth Katsuki Bakugo didn’t show many people — but for you, it burned quietly every day.

“I mean it,” he claimed. “And I wanna celebrate.”

Your eyes widened. “Celebrate?”

“Hell yeah,” he nodded his head. “This is huge. Big enough that we should fuckin’ do something. You want cake? Pizza? Both? A damn movie night tonight? Or maybe we could visit that onsen you like so much, hmmm?”

You laughed again, covering your face with your hands, cheeks flushed. “Katsuki, it’s literally just blood pouring out of my vagina. I don't think it would be a proper thing to celebrate...”

“It’s not just anything,” he snapped, then softened his tone again. “It’s you getting better, as I said. You think I care about the blood part? Shit, I’ve seen worse, babe. I care that your body feels safe again.”

You sighed, wiped at your eyes, still smiling. "Okay."

And he kissed your forehead, grumbling something about how proud and happy he was.

But when you looked at him, soft and vulnerable and strong in a way you hadn’t been in a long time, he tugged your body close again, heart beating heavy in his chest. “Let’s go out,” he offered suddenly. “You pick. I’ll take you anywhere. Don’t care how fancy. I’ll even wear the fucking formal shirt you like so much, if needed.”

You looked up at him with something close to awe. “…You mean the one with the little hearts on the buttons?”

He groaned. “Yes, dammit.”

You laughed softly, leaning into his warmth. “Okay,” you murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Yeah… you’re right. This is worth celebrating.”

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[discocandles]

i said id make a tierlist of fairy tail men based on how much of a smug motherfucker i think they are, and so guess what a bitch did

and ill put my thoughts under the cut bc i can(theres a lot of them fyi)

Fairy Tail is a series with an abundance of cocky bastards, smug motherfuckers, and annoying little shits(usually said w/ love). So I made the tiers accordingly:

Radiates cockiness constantly: self-explanatory. they're so smug you can like smell it on them. Jackassery off the charts(affectionate)

ofc Gajeel would be at the top of the list. you hear that man go "geehee" one time and its abundantly clear he's a smug motherfucker through and through. the people he's nicest to are Levy and Pantherlily, and he will still razz them all the time for shits and giggles. it doesnt matter if he's an enemy or an ally, Gajeel Redfox stays a jackass, and i love that for him.

Sting, has gotten less cocky over time. probs bc he got his ass beat so bad it was on the news. Before that tho, he was so cocky. he changed the vibe of sabertooth, bc everyone else was stonefaced. but post-smackdown he's gotten to be more goofy and cheerful(even if he is still brash & kind of a dick at times). I think its also bc he's guild master, and didn't want to be jiemma so he aimed for the opposite. plus lots of other guild masters have very goofy and/or jovial exteriors, and he's emulating that.

Dragon slayer tier: i said they were getting their own tier. i meant it.

natsu... is natsu, and he could fit in the top tier. But to me he radiates more goofiness than cockiness. like yes, he's a cocky little shit on the regular, but usually when natsu is being smug or bragging, its on behalf of others. ex: bragging about lucy's win over bixlow, cackling at how shocked everyone was over erza demolishing pandemonium, taunting the twin dragons in their fight less bc it was personal to him, but for his guild, etc.

Cobra/Erik: listen to him, basically every time he speaks you hear it. he's insufferable and he knows it. and its def bc of the hearing everything bit, bc its an "i know something you definitely don't" kind of smug.

Acnologia: i really have no thoughts about him, but like hes def smug about being a big bad evil guy. ok

Laxus was kinda like Sting in that he became less of a cocky asshole over the span of the show, partially bc he lost some teen angst and gained some perspective, but he's definitely still got the swagger of a guy who knows he can kick most anyone's ass in a moment's notice.

Rogue could probably be lower ngl. like he and wendy are the reasons i know that dragon slaying doesnt mean being over-confident. and like he also was in the his-ass-got-beat-so-bad-its-on-the-news thing but he is still generally pretty confident in his abilities, but hes not being over the top about it. i think he just lets sting take the lead there.

PLEASE beat his ass: these are the dudes that are so cocky that i find it grating. Jackassery off the charts(derogatory). altrnative titles: im beating you up, stfu tier, and DIE. DIE. DIE IN A PLANE CRASH

Zancrow is poster boy of this tier. hate his ass. i can't describe the face i make when i hear his laugh. the only good things he did were tell Meredy the truth about Ultear, then die horribly.

Bacchus: I do find his cockiness grating, but bc of the particular type of cockiness. because he's so misogynistic about it. like yeah, you won a drinking game, but that doesn't mean you can steal her bra off her back while she's passed out. yes, this guy agreed on a wager, but saying "if i win i get to sleep with both of your sisters at once"? ... ew.

bixlow is the one i mean this the least for. i was very happy to see Lucy whoop his ass, but post-fantasia, he's just kinda annoying, and i had to put him somewhere. he's like my detox so this tier doesnt make me punch something.

Mest on the other hand i want dead. like there's the obvious shit, but also he reads like a cop to me bc of all the shit he fully believes he can get away with, despite it being wildly corrupt. i hope your death is painful you scum

Taurus... what gives you the confidence to be saying that shit all the fucking time. also cockiness thats mixed with misogyny

It kinda depends tbh: basically these guys are fairly cocky, but it doesn't feel like the default. it should probs be like "vast majority of the time or something" idk.

Gray: i feel like im gonna get asked why he wasnt higher. listen hes definitely a smug jackass, im not saying he isnt, but it feels like he flips a switch to make that happen, otherwise he's just quietly brooding.

Zeref's curse probably plays a lot into how cocky he is, bc like when hes unintentionally emitting death blasts, theres nothing in the way of being smug, but like when we see him not caring about life, he's very sassy.

Lyon is in the same boat as gray tbh, but hes a bit more goofy id say. he's got more of a penchant for wanting to annoy his pseudo-brother than being a jackass, but when he atarts out, oh my lord, he's insufferable and pretentious so like he can vary.

Scorpio definitely had that one time he wasnt all "wicked" rock n roll and shit at least. i dunno we shouldve seen more of him outside of quick attacks and being aquarius' bf

Jet was wayyyyyyy cockier before tenrou. but even then he was seen as dependent on levy, and ofc he'd lose that type of stuff after the timeskip.

Prect/Hades: like he was mostly stoic and whatnot during ft zero, but then became a cocky asshole by going mad over like magic power and whatnot does put you into the yeah youre an ass sometimes tier

Capricorn: the guy means well, but like for deffos pretentious and a bit of a dick about it i thinks

Pretty boy smug(TM): this is kinda like the dragon slayer tier, but instead of smugness because of power, its bc of being attractive(this is functionally the middle tier fyi)

Loke: honestly he's got both kinds of smugness let's be real here. But given how he's very much a play boy(a renowned one in fact) and thats the main thing we know about him for a hot while, that's where the focus ends up. its all part of his flirtations at this point

Yuri: so he was actually supposed to be in the tier above pretty boy but then i was like "actually, this kinda checks and is pretty funny ngl." so yeah he's in pretty boy tier now.

pieces: i dunno man its just the vibes. we dont see enough of him in this form for me to get a real grasp on him.

the 3 blue pegasus motherfuckers(i aint listing them seperately): where the hell else would they go. its literally their whole thing

Self-assured ig: the first tier in they arent smug/cocky actually. i said fairy tail was full of cocky men. these guy's self confidence is either around or even below their general skill level

Pantherlily: the poster boy(cat?) for this. like Lily is a very confident guy, but he's got the skill to back that up as well as not trying to bite off more than he can chew. i wish we got to see more of him(totes not bc he's my favorite exceed and im biased)

Warrod: tbh he kinda seems to have less confidence than is probably merited for his power, but also hes usually so calm and nonchalant(or seemingly senile) that its really hard to tell that for sure

Cancer: listen the dude knows what hes good at, and that cutting hair, and given that lucy never summons him to ask about cutting anything else, i feel like that's a part of their contract or something.

droy: i dunno about droy. it feels like he was a generally normal guy but then he became the butt of a bunch of fat jokes and all of that makes it harder to read his character as a result. he seems normal

Alzack seems to have gotten more confident over time. i feel like its partially because how tied he is with Bisca, and while it feels like a detractor in earlier parts of the the series, after they get married, it seems like he's far more comfortable in the role of being her husband, and also being the best dad he can be for asuka. and like we stan a supportive husband and loving dad.

reedus.... hes normal ig. he paints and hes very proud of his abilities there. we really stop seeing him around like the grand magic games arc so eh?

sagittarius is in the same boat as cancer really. thats why theyre in the same tier

Catholic guilt tier: oh baby lets go its my favorite!!! this is where its like i dont think this is humility, i think this is some confidence issues or self-deprication

Jellal: god how could i have a catholic guilt tier and not put jellal in it? he reeks of that shit. and like sure, he was pretty cocky when he was evil and occasionally will have some general swagger when it comes to his fights, but that is so vastly outweighed by his severe self-worth issues and his constant desire to repent for his sins(you see where im getting the catholic guilt?). seeing him being cocky post-tower of heaven usually feels wrong and ooc, he's too much of a sad wet cat

Simon also kinda feels like he suffered from catholic guilt, but to a lesser degree. he also just had this vibe of consistently undervaluing himself, esp in comparison to the people around him(particularly with erza. hell esp with erza. he barely felt himself worthy of telling her he was in love with her ever)

freed may not radiate catholic guilt but he definitely doesnt radiate confidence in my eyes unless its confidence in Laxus. honestly hes lowkey catholic about laxus(specifically in reference to the one time he went on a job with Wendy and asked a laxus in the sky for advice?)

Mystogan may not be our main dimension's jellal, but he is still jellal, as seen by how he tries to take the fall constantly for reverse anima stuff.

Elfman: i feel like i may catch some heat for this, but like come on. i feel like his "oh im so manly all the time and im obessed with being a man" thing, is often a front, like hes trying to put on a brave facade for his sisters' sake. idk maybe its bc ive been watching the tartaros arc that i put him here but eh whatever

anyways, much love <3