#and my room is so bad that I have a fucking space heater

[acedavestrider]

ooooooughhhh biting and maiming and tearing and scratching and killing and bleeding and

[coldfanbou]

Kinkcember Day 4: Breeding

Day 4 is breeding out bunny hybrid Nayeon. (She has bunny ears and that's about it...don't ask it was in the request)

Length 2K

Nayeon X Mreader

Nayeon rushed out of work, her ears hidden under a beanie, giving her the appearance of any other woman. You spot her all the same, though. “Nayeon! Over here!” You yell from across the road. The young woman stops in her tracks after hearing your voice and looks around. She turns her head quickly, trying to figure out where your voice came from. You yell at her again, and this time, she sees you. You see a smile creep across her face, and she bounces in place before running over to you. 

“What are you doing here?!” She yells, nearly throwing herself through the open window. 

“It’s cold. I came to pick you up.” You lean in and continue in a hushed tone, “And I wanted to know if everything went alright. You know it’s about time you go into heat.”

Nayeon’s cheeks grow a deeper shade of red, and she playfully pushes you. “I’m fine right now. I told you if anything happened, I would tell you.” 

“Alright, but get in. It’s cold out here, and I don’t want to have the window open any more.” Nayeon hops over to the passenger side and gets in, taking off her beanie to reveal her bunny ears. 

“Did they get cold?” You ask, gently pinching them. Nayeon shudders as you touch her rabbit ears. She covers them quickly, pushing your hand away. 

“They’re fine!” She says, scooting away from you. 

“Alright, alright,” you laugh. You start the car and drive home, taking the scenic route so Nayeon can see the snow falling. You glance at her every so often. “It’s pretty isn’t it.”

Nayeon nods quickly, her smile growing as she presses her face against the window. “So pretty,” You slow down, letting her take in the sight, knowing that you’d get home soon. “Why does it have to be so cold? It’d be a lot better if it were like this but warm.”

“It’s not so bad, we can snuggle at night,”

Nayeon turns around and pouts, “You know what I mean,”

“I know, I know.” You turn onto your street, “We’re nearly here. You might want to put the beanie back on.” Nayeon puts it on slowly, adjusting it around her sensitive ears. As you park the car, Nayeon opens the door and shoots toward the door, turning the knob but getting stuck because it is locked. You watch her pull on it frantically. It’s mildly entertaining, but you know you have to help her. “It’s locked! Use your key!” You yell, stating the obvious. Nayeon pauses and looks at the ground out of embarrassment before picking through her pockets for the house key. She puts it in slowly and unlocks the door before turning the knob and getting the door to open finally. She looks back at you, mildly embarrassed, before stepping inside and shutting the door. You sigh and shake your head; Nayeon could be a real goofball. You turn off the car and head inside your home, finding Nayeon already in her pajamas, sitting in front of a small space heater, her hands and feet right in front of it. “You’re going to burn yourself, you know.”

“I’m cold,” she replies, keeping her eyes on the red coils of the heater. You pass by Nayeon, patting her head as you change clothes. When you step back into the living room, you find Nayeon in the same position. “I think I can handle my heat this time,” she says quietly.

“Don’t even try it.” You tell her sternly. “The last time you tried it, you nearly cheated on me. I’m being serious here. I know it’s in your nature, but that’s no excuse.” Nayeon presses her lips together into a pout and looks up at you. “Don’t try to give me those puppy eyes either. It’s not going to work on me.”

“You have to be serious about this, Nayeon; you can get pregnant pretty easily in that state. It’s a miracle you haven’t after all the times we’ve fucked.”

“I know, but I’m pretty sure I can beat my urges this time.” You sigh and turn around, your hands on your hips. “I can!” Nayeon yells, feeling like a child trying to prove themselves right. 

“You’re due any day now. So we’ll see what happens.” You tell her before cooking dinner—one of Nayeon’s favorites, chicken rice. While you cooked, Nayeon could feel her body getting warmer; the temptation to touch herself began to worm its way into her mind. She shook her head and tried to push the thoughts to the back of her mind. She took deep breaths and focused on the heater's red-hot coils to clear her mind. She was too focused to notice you come by. Her body felt a jolt of electricity go through it as you touched her hand. Her head shot up; she gulped and got up with your assistance while her body began to crave more. She played with her food more than she ate; Nayeon could feel herself getting wetter the longer she sat across from you. Your scent filled her nose; her mind became filled with memories of the times you had sex. 

Nayeon ate a couple more bites of the food, finishing about half before she stood up. “I think I’m going to go to bed; I’m feeling a little tired.” She hurried without another word to the bedroom. The young woman looked through drawers until she found the melatonin. She took a few tablets and tried to get herself to go to sleep. By the time you got to bed, she was sound asleep, drooling on her pillow. You nudge her to her side of the bed and sleep beside her.

Nayeon tossed and turned in her sleep, eventually waking up from her slumber in a sweat. She bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together, her loins burned. Slipping her hand underneath her pajama shorts, she was wet, her panties already soaked. The slightest touch sent shocks through her system. She rolled onto her side and saw you. Her breathing quickened as she smelled your scent. Nayeon throws the covers off both your bodies and sees your bulge. She licked her lips and felt her instincts kick in. It was like she was hypnotized. Nayeon quietly crawled between your legs and pulled down your boxers, watching your cock spring free from them before she even got them off. The musk from it was enough to make her dizzy. 

Nayeon pressed her face against your cock, taking in deep breaths before dragging her tongue along it. She whined, needing it. Nayeon knew she should wake you up. You had always told her to wake you up when she was in heat, but her voice wouldn’t come out. She couldn’t even think of words to say; all she wanted, all she knew was your cock. Nayeon wrapped her lips around your cock and pushed it into the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back as she got her first taste of you. It was like a drug to her; once she had a taste, she wanted more. Her tongue swirled around the tip of your cock as she prepared you for a long day. She bobbed her head slowly, moving up and down your shaft with her thick lips around your cock. Nayeon’s moans were muffled, but you started to wake up, your body stirring. Nayeon tried to hold you down to continue her blowjob. Her body was weak, though; Nayeon had gotten her first taste of your precum and knew you were ready. She pulled back slowly and stroked your cock. She straddled you and rubbed your cock between her folds; it was like jolts of electricity going through her body every time your cock rubbed up against her entrance. Her ears would go from drooping to standing on end each time. Nayeon couldn’t wait any longer and pressed you against her entrance, dropping herself onto your cock, every inch making its way inside her. She came instantly

She placed her hands on your chest for support as her walls tightened around you. Nayeon’s body shook from the intensity. She barely had the strength to rock her hips; the feeling of your cock moving inside her pushed her to another orgasm despite the movement barely being anything. 

You open your eyes slowly, a figure on top of you moaning softly. “Nayeon?” You groan, rubbing your eyes. Nayeon paused, her body tensing as you figured out what was happening. You look over at the alarm clock on your bedside; it’s just past midnight. “Did it start already?” You ask only to get no response. Nayeon just grinds against you slowly, desperate for more. You sigh and roll Nayeon onto her back, pinning her to the bed, as you grab both her arms. “You know what time it is, and I told you to tell me when this happened.” You tell her. 

Nayeon whimpers and rocks her hips, “I-I need it.” She whimpers. You sigh and pull out of Nayeon, dragging your cock out slowly before driving yourself deep into her cunt, knocking against her cervix. Nayeon’s body tenses as she cums again. You moan as you feel her cunt tighten around your cock. You know Nayeon will be active for a while, and you need to get her out of her heat. You begin thrusting slowly; Nayeon coos as she feels your cock slide in and out of her. 

While she loves the feeling, she knows what she really needs. She wraps her legs around you, keeping you from pulling out of her. You nip at Nayeon’s neck, listening to her whimpers as you quicken your thrusts and make her beg for more. “I need it. I want a baby,” Nayeon whimpers, her whines becoming more common as your cock throbs inside the young woman. You thrust quickly, driving your cock deeper into her cunt. Nayeon rocks her hips, trying to get you to cum quickly, desperate for you to breed her. On the edge of your climax, you bury yourself inside Nayeon and drop your first load inside her, painting her walls white as your semen makes its way to her womb. 

Nayeon’s body relaxes for a moment as she feels your cum pour into her, but you know she’ll be back to her needy attitude soon. You take advantage of the situation and pull Nayeon's legs up, folding her in half before ramming your cock back into Nayeon. She gasps, your hard cock going deeper than before. You slam yourself into Nayeon’s cunt, making your cum spill out of her cunt and coating her body in it. The smell makes her dizzy, and she rests her head back, gripping the sheets of your bed as you pound away at her thing body.

Nayeon’s eyes roll into the back of her head; her tongue wags in the air as you drive her crazy. Her entire body tingles, and the only thing she can think about is your cock as it slides in and out of her body. “More,” Nayeon whines, “I want more,” You continue thrusting into Nayeon, burying her body into the bed as you near another climax. You groan, feeling Nayeon’s walls tightening around your cock. You bury yourself inside Nayeon again and fill her womb with your cum, her walls milking you the entire time. Nayeon lips curl into a smile as she feels more of your cum being pumped into her. 

The night was long from over, though. You spend the next few hours fucking Nayeon over and over again, cumming inside her each time, staining the bed and her body with the stuff. By the end, you’re both exhausted; Nayeon lies on her back cum pooling around her as her legs twitch. 

There was little doubt in your mind that Nayeon would get pregnant this time, and you were right. A few months later, the young woman’s belly had grown to the size of a watermelon, her breasts had doubled in size, and she could barely walk, resorting to shuffling around the house.

[tohokuu]

there’s only one bed left - tengen, akaza, rengoku, giyuu

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warnings : suggestive, fluff, smut in giyuu’s

a/n : they’re so cute and fluffy i love and omg k want this to happen to me so bad. also, can you guys tell i love akaza???

TENGEN

you and your current boyfriend had offered to take you on a vacation to turkey. you agreed, happily ready to see the mountains and planes of turkey. upon arrival at the hotel, tengen took both of your suitcases, handing them to the bus boy that was at the door to carry your luggage for you.

“tengen, i could’ve held it.” you insisted. he shook his head. “it’s not very flashy.”

you raised an eyebrow, sighing and giving up because there was never any good reason to argue with him and win.

you two walked up to the reception, a kind old man standing behind the counter.

“a reservation for uzui tengen, please.” tengen crooned. his body seemed giddy and the hair on his arms rose. maybe he was cold?

the bus boy carried your luggage onto a cart. you felt bad for him. no one was helping him and he was pushing a card with a total of 12 suitcases with him. he couldn’t see ahead of him but neither tengen helped him, nor did he allow you to.

you pursed your lips, hoping the awkward silence would pass by quickly in the elevator.

at the ding of the elevator, you all stepped out and tengen was gracious enough to carry 4 suitcases on his own, not even breaking a sweat.

his work out routine was rough.

upon arrival, you looked into the large spacious king suite. two beds settled into each side of the room, 5 feet of space between both of them.

tengen walked through the threshold in shock. the smile on his face replaced with a shocked and confused expression.

he threw his arms out forward, bending and looking at the two beds.

“what the fuck!? i asked for one bed!”

AKAZA

“there’s only one room left and it’s got a single queen sized bed.” the receptionist said as she looked up at you and akaza.

you and him turned to look into each others eyes, dumbfounded expressions on your face.

“uhm… are you sure there aren’t any more?” he asked her. she shook her head. “i’ve checked twice, sir. this is the only room available. there will be more later tomorrow.”

you observed your situation. would you drive through the pouring snow for another hour for the next hotel, or sleep in your car and risk freezing to death?

what could you do? because you’d rather sleep on the edge of a volcano than sleep in the same bed as akaza.

not that you hated him or anything. it was his sheer attractiveness that pulled you in. he was so handsome and so sweet and respectful, but he was also strong and kind.

there was nothing to dislike and that’s exactly what bothered you. you liked him.

so how could you be able to handle sleeping with him??

“does the room come with a couch?” he asked. the receptionist shook her head.

“i’m afraid not, sir. there’s only one room available with one bed.”

akaza sighed and looked at you. “we can stay if you’d like, or i can go find a different hotel .” he quickly offered. you shook your head.

“it’s too cold, akaza. just stay here, we’ll figure it out.”

-

just like that, you two are forced to be in close proximity together. akaza had tried to take the floor but the cold marble was freezing and you’d rather not make him suffer through that.

so your next option was to sleep together with pillows put in between you two as a barrier.

the silence was awkward.

there was so much tension, it could have been cut with a knife. sleep wouldn’t come easy either, you were too stressed … and a little bit hot.

“akaza, it’s hot in here.” you whined. he sighed, knowing it was because the hotel had racked the heater up so high and the pillows and blankets you used to separate yourselves wasn’t helping.

“let’s get rid of the pillows, then.” there was hesitation in his voice. he wasn’t completely sure if you’d be okay with taking the pillows down. you sighed, thinking with your cunt instead.

“it’s perfectly fine.” you smiled, leaning back on your elbows as you stared at him from across your little wall.

the pillows were thrown on to the floor by the both of you in a comical manner. you pushed the comforter down a bit, revealing your tiny shorts and crop top.

this felt a lot better.

but akaza warmed up. he realized how close to naked you were lying next to him on this big bed. what was to stop him if he wanted you?

his brain, of course.

“can we cuddle?” he asked. his voice was filled with that same hesitation from earlier. you turned your head to look at him.

“what?” you asked.

even in the moonlight, you could see the redness of his cheeks and the way his long lashes fluttered over his blue eyes.

“nothing, i-… i just-“

your wave of confidence washed over you as you turned towards him, hooking one leg over his waist and wrapping your arms around his neck.

his body was frigid. he didn’t know what to do. your own was excruciatingly hot because how on earth did you manage to do this?

a moment of silence and pure awkwardness passed by until his arms wrapped around you, a little bit tighter as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“you smell good.” you two whispered at the same time. a laugh booming into the air as you realized your mistake. he laughed too, eyes shutting closed while peacocks formed at the corner of his eyes.

he looked back at you, smiling in content in this position he got himself in.

a hand trailed up your neck and as if the world has slowed down and the wind had began to blow, you felt the searing touch of akaza’s lips slot against yours.

you whimpered into his mouth, kissing back with just as much passion. he held onto your face he tenderly, cradling it as though you might break.

“i like you.” he whispered against your lips.

“i like you more.”

RENGOKU

“rengokuuuu!!” you wailed. he turned to look at you, his eyebrows knitted in concern.

“what happened, y/n?” the orange haired male asked.

you pouted, explaining to him that there was only one cabin left and the cabin only had one bed. rengoku smiled as if there were no issues. “that’s quite alright. i can take the couch!”

you shook your head. “no, absolutely not. i’d feel terrible.” the smile never faltered from his face. he was an endless ray of sunshine that kept you warm for days.

“don’t worry, my dear y/n. we’ll figure it out. don’t worry.”

-

you wondered how he’d ended up in your bed. he was shirtless, hair sprawled out messily on the pillowcase and his abs were on full display.

you lay against him, his arm pulling you over his chest. then you looked down…

‘why am i fucking naked??’

rengoku was also naked… does that mean you two?..

you looked in the corner at the empty bottle of whiskey. your face felt impossibly hot but a wet feeling erupted in between your legs at the idea of rengoku being the one to pleasure you.

still, you sat there in shock. how could you have spent a night with rengoku and not even remember it?! this was absolutely atrocious.

“good morning, my flower.” a voice interrupted your thoughts. it was deep, coming from the broad chest of the man you slept with last night.

“g-good morning, rengoku…” you replied, swallowing an awkward lump in your throat.

“rengoku, did we… did we fuck last night?” you asked him sheepishly, holding the bed spread tightly to your chest. he looked confused, still half asleep.

he peered one eye open, looking to check if he was nude.

he was.

with that, he shot up. a blush enflamed his cheeks. what the fuck..he thought.

“n-no.. i didn’t just fuck you for the first time and not remember it.” he whined, worry deeply set in his voice. you calmed him down, rubbing a soft hand up and down his chest.

“we have many more opportunities to make love again.” you reasoned. you had been with the man for just a few months, wanting to take it slow and surely not sleep with each other until you were both ready but this… this was quite different than what you planned.

“i know, but angel, this was the first time.” he whined softly.

you pulled his head onto your chest. running your fingers through his hair, trying to get him to stop being mean to himself.

“it’s okay, baby.” you cooed. “we have all the time in the world, don’t worry.”

“well in that case…you wanna go round 2 right now?”

GIYUU

“there’s only one room left, sir.” the receptionist called out. giyuu sighed. “we’ll take that one.” he didn’t give you much of a choice. dragging your luggage and his with him up the elevator, he hadn’t said a word.

you figured he was already quite annoyed about the pompous amount of rain outside. you two were traveling for a meeting and the rain had delayed both of you. it bothered him endlessly that he was going to miss such an important meeting.

you chose not to speak, not wanting to irritate the quiet male.

he set down your luggage on the side, next to the bed. his clothes came off next. jacket, sweater and a black tank top that he chose to leave on. he took off his jeans, lounging around in plain black boxers.

“take the bed. i’ll be fine on the couch.” he grumbled. you nodded, heading to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable to sleep in.

-

you walked back out in a large t shirt and panties. you figured it didn’t matter much because your t shirt was so big that it reached the middle of your thigh, anyway.

but giyuu saw. he was turned towards you when you reached down to put your phone on charging, your ass on clear display for him.

he breathed sharply through his nose. it was simply a bad idea to even have turned facing your direction. he felt his dick semi-hard.

turning around, he ignored it, choosing peace instead.

it was later that night that something woke him up. was it the rush of heavy rain? the hotel telephone? or … heavy breathing coming from your side of the room.

he quietly listened, steadying his own breathing.

his eyes widened as he heard everything that fell from your lips, dick straining against his boxers.

fuck.

you were touching yourself… to the thought of him.

the mewls were hushed, doing your best to keep quiet. the air was hot and heavy and when he slowly peeked to look over, he saw you with your legs spread. they stretched far apart as your pretty pussy was on display. he could hear how wet you were, fingers sloshing around in the mess inside of you.

“g-giyuu…” you breathed heavily. he couldn’t help but trail his own hand to his cock, rubbing it uncomfortably against the palm of his large hands.

“f-feels so good.” you whined softly.

he could only imagine. he could think of 10 different ways that he could make you cum. 10 different ways to make you go stupid and crying for him and his cock.

he rutted against his palm harder, trying to keep the grunts of pleasure in. he was so close to his orgasm, just needed a bit more, and you gave it to him.

“ ‘m gonna cum so hard,, g-giyuu..” you cried softly, the tears in your voice apparent.

then what giyuu got up, trailing his way to your bed. he pulled the covers farther down, revealing your calves.

your eyes shot open as you stopped, the pleasure long gone.

“g-giyuu, this isn’t what it looks like- i swear!” you shouted.

he put a hand over your mouth.

“shut up, i’ll take care of you now.”

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[redflagshipwriter]

Ghost Driver 6

Masterpost

His body was shaking. Jason came back to himself in fits and starts, mind suffering through the sludge of a concussion and heavy duty pain medication. His ears had finally stopped ringing after the explosion. He was aware enough to know that he had been in and out of it for what must have been hours.

He checked in with himself: he hurt. His body hurt, like he had hit a wall at high speed because of the uh, the explosion. His eye ached obnoxiously, and he had a crick in his neck. Jason rolled it cautiously. “This is not my beautiful sofa,” he said. Where was he? He should be sleeping off his injuries in a shitty cold apartment in downtown Gotham. The world rumbled around him like he was on top of an old water heater, or traveling at high speed.

“Definitely not,” said Dickie.

Oh. It was another dream. He closed his eyes. There was no scenario in which Batman took him back to the cave that didn’t involve waking up on a bed in a room with no shoelaces. He was scrunched into the front seat of a vehicle– that was the source of the shaking. A motor. He peeled open one eye to reconfirm that the world outside was wavy and green.

“This is different.” He didn’t feel much of anything when he looked at it. It was kinda dumb. He deserved a more substantial hallucinatory sequence after the new worst day of his life “Hey, was I really fuckin annoying when I was little? Is that why you didn’t like me? Because I dreamed I was on a road trip with little me and I gotta say, he didn’t deserve to have his head beat in with a crowbar, but he was truly obnoxious.” He grimaced. So sincere. Christ. He was an idiot and he always had been. Of course Bruce would never choose his son over his morals.

“Not a dream,” said a new voice. “Sorry.” They coughed.

Wait. Jason struggled to put it together. He did know that voice, but the guy it came out of was all wrong. “You look like a space mermaid,” he told Danny Fenton disapprovingly. “I am not a pirate. What are you doing? There’s no coherency in this dream.” He waved a hand around and immediately regretted it. “Go back to your other face.”

“Uh.” Danny sounded nervous. “This is just what I look like, all the time.” He gave a very bad fake laugh.

That was suspicious. Jason considered this. Fuck, his head was pounding. He sat up and fought past nausea to assess what was going on around him better.

Dick was staring at him inside the cockpit of an unidentified vehicle. He was aiming for a cheerfully detached mien, but Jason saw right through it. Dick was stressed out of his big dumb pumpkin head. Next to him was a Robin.

Jason narrowed his eyes. That wasn’t a ghost or vision. That was the new kid, upgraded uniform and all. “You lack panache,” he told Tim Drake disdainfully. He skimmed over the techno mermaid version of the incredibly hot getaway driver he had promised to protect from Batman and had the dim suspicion that he had fucked that up. He nodded at the vampire who was driving their spaceship through green air. “Hey, man.”

“...Hello,” said the vampire.

“Ignore him,” Danny hastily said. He gave Jason a queasy smile and twisted his fingers together. “You’re up up now? Sorry, you missed kiiiind of a lot. When you didn’t come back I decided to figure out what happened to you and I did kidnap a guy, so we have to fix that with paperwork.” He paused. “Also I did kidnap Robin a little bit. But that was an honest mistake! I thought he was dead.”

Jason watched this babbling, perplexed but charmed. “Who else did you kidnap?” His voice was a little choked up. He had kidnapped Robin? Batman must be losing his mind. He fought down a hysterical giggle. Dickie was here too, hell. The Bat-aneurism would be blinding.

The vampire heaved a massively put-upon sigh. “Some ruffian styling himself as a Joker,” he drawled. He was so powerfully unimpressed that his words took a moment to penetrate Jason’s brain.

He froze.

“So dear Phantom here gifted him to Skulker.” He pronounced ‘Skulker’ like the name might leave mud in his mouth if he wasn’t careful with it. “Skulker is disinterested in giving up his toy, so we are now in a very exciting chase.” The vampire sneered.

Jason hauled himself upwards with difficulty. His body felt so heavy. Every muscle hurt. “We are chasing him?”

“No, he is chasing us.” Dick pointed a thumb towards the back. “We’re, uh.” His whole face twitched. “We’re towing the Joker behind us. Skulker keeps trying to harpoon him to get him back.”

The ship jerked violently. Jason looked over to the vampire pilot, who was serenely unaffected by the violent subject matter.

He took a moment to experience childlike wonder. What had Danny done while he was unconscious? How had he pulled this off? Was it an elaborate proposal? If so, he didn’t need to try that hard, goddamn. Jason had an empty ring finger.

Jason considered all of this and tried to be cool about it. “What’s the end goal?”

Dickie leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and make deadpan eye contact. “We are going to take the Joker to a private prison in the Infinite Realms run by a cowboy ghost named Walker, and I am going to oversee transfer paperwork to give to Inspector Gordon.” He said it all like it made some sense. “Can’t have the Joker disappear without a record.”

“...Right,” Jason said, remembering that bit of information. He inserted as much disdain as possible into his voice for the sheer fun of it. “You’re a fucking cop.”

Dickie flinched.

“That’s right,” Danny said, pleased and impressed. “How did you know that? I found him at the police station and he said he would help out. This is my estranged godfather vampire, Vlad.” He gestured at the driver. “And I’m Phantom,” he said, despite being obviously Danny Fenton in a superhero transformation.

“...I’m Jason, but you can call me honey,” he said.

Dick choked on air.

Phantom flushed a very pleasing teal.

Jason flung an arm over Danny’s shoulder and reeled him in. He might have also leaned on him a bit, but that was the blood loss talking. He wasn’t swooning. “Tell me about this prison and how you feel about gold versus silver.”

Drake made a gagging sound.

“No, shh,” Dickie said quietly. “I want to see where this is going.”

[edgeray]

Ray every time you post angst im angrily poking the glass of your aquarium >:(

since you clearly HATE me 🙄 can I have some fluff 👉👈

Personal Heater

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Yes, obviously I hate you 🙄. Anyways, how'd you like the arlevie post? :) Hurt, didn't it? Also, no, fuck your fluff,  you're not getting it. Did I hear MORE ANGST :D Content warnings / info - author was just joking: this is fluff, gn! reader, 0.8k words

“Arle,” you tiredly call out, a yawn escaping you as you crack open the office door a bit, revealing your husband still working at her desk. It was already past midnight, and she's been working for the entire day without any breaks except your impromptu visits and for meals. You noticed that she didn't eat as much meat as she usually does in order to return to her paperwork immediately. 

Arlecchino's tuft of hair perks up underneath the piles of paper, and her eyes promptly soften, and a small smile plays on her lips. She sets down her pen. “Yes, love?” 

You open the door more so you can step in, a plate with a cup of tea on top of it in your hand. In your other is another plate, this time of steak tartare, which you personally whipped up. Striding up to her, you set down both of the dishes, before leaning over the desk to place a chaste kiss on the top of her hair. You pull away, chastising her tenderly. “Don't think you were sneaky when you skimped out during dinner. You barely ate.”

A low chuckle comes from your husband and she shakes her head. “I would never think of it, dear. Thank you.” 

Reaching out for your hand, she takes it in hers and she presses her lips against your knuckle, kissing softly as a gesture of her gratitude. You flush slightly. 

“How long will it take for you to finish?” You sigh, observing the small eye bags she dons. 

“I'm afraid that I won't be done until another hour or two. You do not have to wait for me.”

“And go to sleep without my personal heater?” You pout, crossing your arms.

“Is that all I am to you? A personal heater? Not your husband or the ‘Father’ of our children?” Arlecchino muses, lifting her eyebrows as a playful glint catches in her red pupils. 

“Exactly,” you answer with a matching smirk, “you've finally learned of my nefarious intentions.” 

Your husband huffs out in amusement, and she turns in her chair, extending out her arms in order to invite you into her embrace. You don't waste any time accepting it, practically skipping around her desk to sit onto her lap. Wrapping your arms around her neck and seating over her thighs, you clamber into her warm figure. Nuzzling into the space between her shoulder and neck, you kiss up the side of her neck. She kisses the side of your head, right above your ear. 

“I've missed you,” you say in between kisses, placing a kiss on her jawline. 

“I've been here this entire day.”

“Still. Can I stay here until you're done?” 

“Of course.”

You sit there, soaking up all of her body heat, and on occasion shifting your sitting stance to be more comfortable. Arlecchino continues working in that position, unbothered by your weight on top of her. Occasionally, she takes a sip of the tea you bring her but has yet to touch the tartare.

“You need to eat, it'll get bad if you don't,” you remark, using the power of guilt tripping.

It's super effective. “Alright, dear. Would you like some?” 

You shake your head, but then an idea pops up inside your head, a mischievous smile sliding onto your lips. “Can I feed you? You can keep working if I do.” 

Your husband nods, and you squirm in your seat to turn around in her lap. Taking the plate, you take a spoonful of the raw meat, lifting it to her lips. Silently, she allows you to spoon feed her, until the plate is scraped clean. 

“Thank you,” she hums. You nod, and set aside the plate, before turning in her lap again to lean your chin on her shoulder. Eventually, you find an arrangement comfortable to where you fall asleep, your soft snores filling the room. Arlecchino smiles tenderly at you, carding her fingers through your hair as she continues working, scribing down the final details of the mission report. 

Finished with her work, she places down her pen, before carefully and slowly carrying you by sliding her hands underneath your form, lifting you up. You cling onto her unconsciously, and the carrying motion only makes your head placement. With you still in her arms, she walks silently through the hallway to the shared bedroom, where she peels you off of her and places you on the bed, making sure to pull the covers over you. She goes to the bathroom for her nightly routine, before returning to the bed, sliding under the blankets.

Her arms wrap around your midsection, tugging you towards her where you lay partially on top of her, your head against her chest where you can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Arlecchino watches you for a few moments, your peaceful slumber a common, but nonetheless, appealing sight to her. You’re just so adorable, and Arlecchino can't help but be blissful that this is what every night is like for her: that she gets to hold you like this everyday. 

She gives you a final kiss to your forehead, before resting her chin on your head and closing her eyes.

“Goodnight, my love.”  

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Just some fluffy fluff about Draken, y/n & Mikey. This did not go as planned at all.

C/W ::: F.reader. Mm, nothing really? Mentions of sex, flirting, kissing. Nothing much.

WC ::: 2,780 +/-

Special thanks to @kazutora-kurokawa for talking up some ideas with me!

The rain was coming down in buckets as you, Mikey and Draken made a run for Mikey's room. It was a futile effort, though. All of you were soaked by the time you got inside.

"Give me your clothes, I'll go throw them in the dryer," Mikey said. You looked at him with widening eyes that quickly narrowed. "What? Oh Jesus, y/n. It's not like we've never seen what we have. C'mon. I'll bring blankets back if that'd make you feel better. You can cover up that perfect, pristine virginal body of yours." He laughed and shook his head, and collecting the clothes from Draken and you, he grabbed his umbrella and headed to the main part of the house.

"Nice that he had an umbrella this whole time," you said, doing your best to cover up your chest. You wanted to look at Draken so badly. This was a perfect opportunity to see his body without being too creepy about it.

All of your clothes had been saturated. That was normal, right? It was normal for friends to sit around in their underwear and talk casually while their clothes dried.

Your thoughts got interrupted by Mikey barging back in through his door. "Here. A thermos of hot tea and some chips if you guys are hungry. Annnnd, if you're not hungry now," he pulled a blunt from the pocket of his fresh, dry t-shirt, "you will be after this. C'mon c'mon. Gather 'round, my friends. ‘Tis time."

You looked back to see if Draken was going to take anything only to see that he was already staring at you. "What?" You asked him. But he remained as stoic as ever.

"Nothing. I thought I saw a bug on your back but I think it's a freckle. Can ... can I double check? I know you hate bugs. "He shot a smile at Mikey that he probably was guessing you'd missed. But you did not miss it. In fact, it made you smile at Mikey, too.

"Mikey," you started, "why do you get to wear dry clothes and we're standing here in our fucking underwear, shivering? And did you bring blankets?"

He stopped what he was doing, "Shit. No. I forgot, y/n. I'm sorry. It's fine, though. The clothes will be dry soon and I'll grab them. I'll turn the heat up though." Mikey kicked on the heater and it blasted to life, sending nearly visible heat waves out into the small space.

"Gee, thanks a bunch, Sano." You made your way over to the futon and sat down, bending over as best you could to hide the front of your mostly naked body.

"Ahh, it'll be fine, y/n. 'Sides, we can smoke and that'll distract us from the cold." Draken said.

"I don't smoke, you guys forgot that?" You waved your hand at them to keep it away from you. It's not that you had anything against it. You just didn't like it. People around you could smoke until they floated away and it wouldn’t bother you. It wasn't for you, though. "You guys go ahead, though. I don't care."

Mikey walked over to crack a window above the futon, he stopped right in front of your face. Essentially brushing his crotch against your cheek.

"Dude," you pushed him by the hips so he'd scoot back, "Jesus, Mikey." You laughed.

"Oh! My bad. I saw you there but didn't care." He shrugged.

"Ok, Ken-chin. 'S just you and me, I guess." Mikey lit it up and took a hit, not really coughing either. It always impressive to you how he did things so effortlessly. Kicking people in the face, smoking, everything was so cool about him.

You and Draken sat on the futon, him in his underwear and you wrapped in Mikey's small blanket. You sat back, not realizing how close you were to his arm and you immediately looked down at where your arms were touching. "S-sorry." You started to move over a little bit.

"You don't have to move away, y/n. I don't bite." Draken chuckled.

"Hard." Mikey added. "Unless you like biting, in which case, he'll chew you up."

Draken threw a square pillow at Mikey, "Shut up, dumbass. No, but you're fine. You're warm, too. It feels ... it feels good to stop shivering for a bit." He smiled and put his arm over your shoulders. The smile did little to ease the pounding of your heart in your chest. "Here, do you want a sip of the tea?"

You nodded and Draken poured some into the cap of the thermos and held it to your lips. You took a few sips and it did wonders to warm you up.

"Thanks." You said. You knew you should've been more focused on what Mikey was doing or saying but Draken's body heat and his strong arm draped over your shoulders made it hard for you to think about anything else. You didn't know if he was being a good friend or trying to make a move on you. You've known each other for a while now. But you couldn't bring yourself to care too much either way. It just felt so amazing to be this close to him.

Draken shifted on the futon and you felt his fingers graze your lower back. Your eyes widened and you looked at him. He was looking at you, but there was something different in his gaze. It wasn't like anything you'd ever seen from him before.

"Sorry, I thought I saw something."

"You're sure seeing an awful lot of things today. Y'need me to get you some glasses?" Your sarcasm did not go unnoticed. Draken laughed and shook his head.

"Nah, I'm good, I'm good. Thanks though. Heh."

The way that he'd positioned himself on the seat, you could see directly into the front opening of his boxers. Not that you were trying to look. But your eyes had a mind of their own.

You knew you shouldn't stare, but you couldn't help it. You didn't even realize you were biting your lip until Mikey pointed it out.

"Damn, y/n. You wanna bite into Ken-chin or something?" Mikey said.

You froze and your mouth went dry. You looked at him with wide eyes, "Mikey, shut up."

"Yeah, you can shut up, Mikey." Draken said. "Y/n and I are just talking." He was looking at you with a curious gaze and you felt like he could see right through you. "Right, y/n?"

You nodded. "Right. Yeah. I mean, yes. We're friends. Right? And we're all cold and wet and I don't want to catch a cold. So, let's just ... let's just stay warm. That's all." You were rambling and you knew it. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and sat back, away from Draken.

"So, what was it that you saw on my back earlier, Draken?" You asked. You weren't going to let him get away with that so easily, despite just trying to play it cool. Epic fail on your part.

Draken looked at Mikey and then back at you. "Nothing. Just a freckle."

"Oh, is that what it was? Okay, but, I don't have any freckles on my back." You said.

"He's lying. I think he was checking you out, y/n." Mikey said, taking another hit off the blunt.

"Mikey, seriously. Shut the fuck up." Draken said.

You were feeling a bit bold. You were cold and you wanted to know what was going on. "I don't mind it, really. It's not like I haven't looked at him either. I mean, I saw you, Draken. So, it's fine. We're friends, so it's fine." You shrugged and looked at him.

"Yeah, we're friends." Draken said.

"Okay, well, if you say so, I believe you." Mikey said.

"Mikey, I swear to god. I'm going to kick your ass if you don't shut up." Draken said.

You watched as Draken and Mikey exchanged words. You weren't even sure what they were saying anymore. You were too busy thinking about Draken and how he'd been staring at you. You couldn't help but wonder if he really did want to look at you. But you didn't want to get your hopes up too high. You'd never had the courage to tell him how you felt about him. You were too scared that he didn't feel the same way.

"Y/n," Draken nudged you and you blinked hard to come back to reality. "You okay? You look like you're freezing."

You nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay. Just ... just cold."

"Do you want to get in the dryer with our clothes?" Mikey asked.

You laughed, "No, that sounds like a terrible idea. I think I'll just stay here."

Draken rubbed your back and you felt your body heat up. It was like he was your own personal heater. And you loved it.

The three of you sat there, chatting and laughing, but you couldn't help but notice that Mikey seemed to be egging on Draken more than usual. He was being weird and you had no idea why.

You took a deep breath and decided to just go for it. "Draken, can we talk about what happened before? You know, when you were looking at me and telling me you saw a freckle or something?" You asked.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, you said you saw a freckle. But you're not telling me what kind of freckle it was." You smiled, trying to keep it light.

Draken shrugged, "It was just a freckle. It's not a big deal."

"Oh, I think it is. I mean, you're always checking out my ass and tits and face and whatever else. But this time, it seems like you actually saw something. And I want to know what it was." You looked at him.

"I wasn't checking you out, y/n."

"What about earlier today, when you asked me if I had a stick in my butt? Were you checking me out then, too?"

Draken looked at you, "No, I was just making a joke."

"Okay, fine. I believe you. So, the freckle that you saw on my back, what was it?" You asked.

Draken sighed, "Y/n, there was no freckle."

"Then what were you looking at?"

"I wasn't looking at anything."

"Why are you lying to me, Draken? Just tell me the truth. Did you see something or not?"

"Okay, fine. I did see something."

"What was it?"

"It was just ... it was nothing."

"Draken, please just tell me the truth."

"Yeah, Draken. Just tell y/n the truth." He smirked and dodged the thermos that flew right at his head.

"You little shit." Draken said to Mikey.

Mikey laughed and took another hit. "Yeah, yeah. Don't change the subject, Ken-chin."

"Fuck you, Mikey. Why don't you mind your own business for once?" Draken said.

"Because y/n is my friend, too."

"Yeah, well, she's my friend, too. And I don't need you sticking your nose into my business."

"Fine, I'll stop."

"Good. Now, can you stop fucking bothering us? We're trying to have a conversation."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Mikey said.

Draken looked at you, "Sorry about that. He's just being a dick."

You nodded, "It's fine. Just tell me what you saw."

"I ... I saw your bra strap. Ok? Jesus. You happy now?"

"My bra strap?" You asked.

"Yeah. Your bra strap. That's all it was. It was just a bra strap."

"And you couldn't have just said that from the beginning?"

"I didn't want to make things weird."

"Well, they're not weird, Draken. They're fine. We're fine. Right?"

"Yeah, we're fine." He said.

"Good. Then let's just forget about it and move on." You said.

"Great, that's exactly what we should do." Draken said.

"So, are you guys done being weird? Can we smoke and chill?" Mikey asked.

"Yes, Mikey. We're done being weird. Now shut up." Draken said.

The three of you sat in silence for a bit. You were still trying to process what had happened. You felt like you'd gotten your hopes up for nothing. It was just a bra strap. And he didn't even want to admit that he saw it. What was the big deal?

"You want any of this Ken?" Mikey held out the blunt and Draken waved him off.

"No, I'm good. You can have it." He said.

"I'm gonna go check the clothes. You guys good? I won't come back and find you both dead or anything?" Mikey stood by the door.

"No! What the hell kind of - Mikey, just go." Draken huffed.

You heard Mikey's footsteps getting farther away and Draken looked at you, "I'm sorry about him."

"It's fine. It's fine. We're all friends. No one's mad at anyone, right? So, it's fine." You smiled.

"Yeah, it's fine."

Draken and you sat in silence for a while. You knew you should say something. You couldn't help but think about what he'd said before. You thought back to all the times that you'd been around each other. You couldn't deny that there had always been some kind of spark between you.

"Hey, Draken?" You asked.

"Yeah?"

"What about us? Are we just friends?" You asked.

Draken looked at you, "I don't know."

"Do you want us to be more than friends?"

"Maybe."

"How long have you had feelings for me?" You asked.

Draken shrugged, "I don't know."

"Okay, well, do you want to kiss me? Like, right now?"

Draken looked at you, "Maybe."

"You're really not making this easy for me, Draken. Just answer my questions."

"Fine. Yes, I do want to kiss you. And yes, I do have feelings for you. And yes, I have for a while. Okay?"

"Okay. Me too. So, we're on the same page?"

Draken nodded, "I think so."

"Well, then why don't we just do it? Why don't we just kiss?"

"Because I don't want to make things weird."

"They're already weird, Draken. So, let's just go for it."

Draken sighed and leaned in, placing his lips gently on yours. You felt a spark inside of you that you'd never felt before. His lips were soft and warm, and you wanted more. You pushed back and deepened the kiss, letting your tongue slide into his mouth.

Draken pulled back, "Jesus, y/n." He smiled, "You're crazy. But I love it."

You kissed him again and again, until you heard footsteps coming back. You pulled back and sat up straight as Mikey walked back in.

"The clothes are dry. You guys ready to get dressed and go outside or something?" He asked.

"Yeah, we're ready." You said.

Mikey looked at you and then at Draken, "I'm happy for you guys. But you're not allowed to fuck on my futon."

You and Draken looked at each other and at the same time said, "'S too late, Mikey."

You laughed and Mikey groaned, "Fuck, you guys."

You pulled your clothes from Mikey's hand. And as you slipped on your pants, you saw Draken looking at you.

"Stop it." You whispered.

"What?" He whispered back.

"Stop looking at me like that." You said.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to fuck."

Draken shrugged, "I can't help it. I've wanted to fuck you for a while, y/n."

You looked at him and shook your head, "Jesus Christ."

"What? It's true." He smirked.

You put on your shirt and pulled on your hoodie. You felt better now that you were wearing clothes. "Well, maybe you can fuck me later." You said.

Draken laughed, "Maybe I will."

You walked out of Mikey's room and headed back outside. The rain had stopped and the sun was starting to come out from behind the clouds. You breathed in the fresh air and smiled.

"Y/n, let's go get ice cream." Draken said.

"I could go for some ice cream." You smiled.

Draken stuck his hand out for you to take and as you reached for it, Mikey caught your attention and flashed you his big, beautiful smile, mouthing the words "You're welcome!"

You rolled your eyes, your hand over your heart, nodding.

"Draken, what's your favorite flavor?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Probably mint chip or cookies 'n cream. Why?"

You leaned your head against his arm and. "No reason."

Draken bent over and kissed the top of your head, "Whatever you say, kid. Whatever you say." 

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @kazutora-kurokawa @darkstarlight82

[cadiacore]

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ teddy bear | hunt athalar x fem!reader

a/n: I had this idea for a while and even though it's not as long as I thought it would be, it's still very cute to me. @estevnys here is a small blurb of what I think the angel would be like while tending to you during that time of the month.

warning(s): mention of pain, fluff, period talk, swearing, etc.

wc: 500+

Everything. Fucking. Hurts! You would rather die than have to deal with cramps from Hel. Hunt was still on a mission with Ruhn, and you didn’t know when he would be home. You need your angel teddy bear, but you refrain from calling him. 

Soft, comforting music sounded from your Bluetooth speakers. Its melody soothed your mind, and the heating pad barely touched your abdomen's stabbing sensation. A small whimper emerges as another wave of pain hits you. You were going to make yourself some food, but there’s too much pain to even function. 

Why did the gods give you this damn curse of being a female? 

Hours pass by, and the front door opens. You want to get up, but the pain prevents you from moving. “Sweetheart?” You could cry now that he’s home. 

“In here,” you croak out. A few seconds pass, and the bedroom door opens. You smile weakly at the angel. 

The bed dips from his weight as he sits beside you, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Another wave of pain hits you, and you whimper as you grab your stomach. That’s when it hits him.

Instantly he is up and changing into different clothes, then into bed with you. He gently pulls you into his side and kisses your head. You let out a sigh of contentment and snuggle closer to him. Both of you have a running joke about him being your space heater.

“How was the mission? Did you find anything?” 

He sighs and smoothes down your hair, “Yes, and all the evidence is at the Aux with Ruhn. It’s okay now.” You breathe a sigh of relief. The Asteri had information about the different worlds and neglected to share the information with the other leaders. Hunt had explained that he and Danaan had been planning that mission for a while, ever since the Autumn King mentioned the evidence. 

Everyone, even you, has been curious about parallel worlds. You look up and raise a brow, “You’re not gonna tell me anything, are you?” His answering smirk says everything. He can’t tell you a single thing until the all clear. 

Your stomach growls, and he looks down at you, “Have you not eaten yet?” You mentally cringe because you know he’s adamant about you eating three meals a day, which you haven’t done since he’s been gone. You’ve been in too much pain to eat, and it’s already midnight, so it’s too late to eat. 

“No, my pain has been too bad for me to eat. I can’t eat when I’m in pain.” You know him well enough that it won’t be a good enough excuse for not eating. He hums. He gently untangles himself from you and leaves the room. No doubt that he’s on his way to cook you up something. 

Ten minutes pass, and he still isn’t in bed with you. You’re not in a severe amount of pain right now, so you pad your way into the kitchen. Whatever he’s making smells delicious. You go to his side and rest your head on his arm as he stirs the contents in a pot. Then you realize what it is. It’s spaghetti, your favorite food. 

Anything related to pasta is your favorite, and he knows that fact. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” you say as the scent of the pasta enters your nose. 

“I know, but you’re hungry.” He kisses the top of your head and turns off the stovetop. “Do you want to sit on the couch and eat or eat in bed?” 

“Bed.”

[marvelingjules]

Stuff on my mind lately…

See the thing is… our landlord hasn’t done maintenance on this house in any serious sense since we moved in when I was five or six. It’s been WELL over 20 years. My dad had to fix the leaky ceiling in the back room years ago when it became uninhabitable. There’s a giant hole in the living room ceiling cover by a tarp and it’s been there for years. We went almost a decade without a heater in the house - I’d see my breath in the mornings in the back room, because we couldn’t afford running room heaters in all the bedrooms all night. The kitchen laminate has never been updated or repairs so it has holes torn in it. The windows are not weatherproof. Both the front and back doors stick in the summer and let in cold from the seams in the winter. The carpet hasn’t been replaced the entire time either; there’s patches in the living room that are completely worn away of threads. The roof has leaks and they either don’t fix it at all or do the laziest and cheapest temporary fix possible. Both porch stairs are in rough shape; my dad’s replaced them over the years but even just today I watched one bend under my mom’s weight, and she’s not that heavy. She walks with a cane. It’s a risk for there to be weak stairs.

They upped our rent last fall due to “maintenance costs rising”.

What fucking maintenance?

So like. It’s very honest and an understatement to say either we need to pressure the landlord into doing the bare fucking minimum (unlikely, both on the landlord’s part and my folks being willing to make a fuss) or to move.

The issue is… we get this place dirt cheap for local rental costs.

And if we were gonna pay what a rental comparable to this place costs, well fuck, it’s almost cheaper in most cases to just fucking buy a place.

There’s a real nice home not far in a rural area that’s not bad for the current costs in this area, almost a steal tbh. It’s rural so it works for the usda rural home loan. None of us have owned a home before so we can get some aid as first time home buyers. Idk if it would actually work out but it’s not as much of a longshot as it could be.

But… I don’t want to stay here forever. I don’t want to live in this state, let alone this area, for many more years. I keep my eye out for jobs elsewhere so I can potentially find a chance to move, now that I’ve got 5+ years experience at my career, including running a branch, leading a committee/system-project, and cochairing a service group’s meetings. Yeah there’s still experiences I need to have to fully round out but I think they’re not complete deferents.

So… it’s like. Do we move sooner, or later? Do we pay to reflow at least the living room and my folks’ bedroom, where the carpet is worst worn and try to make living in this house a little less of a nightmare, or would that be a waste of money (it’s not like we’d be allowed to take it out of rent; flooring wear doesn’t count I believe for upkeep costs on the landlord’s part). I looked up how much it would cost to install laminate flooring that is waterproof and scratch resistant for an estimate of our house’s sqft and it’ll be several thousand easily. Only a bit more than it would cost to remove the fucking popcorn ceiling and repair the giant hole in it. Either of those repairs could make things better and easier on my folks. Easier to clean, no worries about the leaks in the rain, less dust-allergens-pet hair getting caught up in fibers and nooks and crannies.

I saw a house for rent at a VERY reasonable cost near my work. It only has one bathroom, so I don’t want to bring my parents in because I am SO tired of sharing a bathroom with them. I could afford it myself, and have my own space.

My mom would never get out of the house unless my dad drivs her, and he hates doing it even for a logical reason (like grocery shopping) and she hates going places with him anymore these days. She would be stuck, and that’s not fair to either of them to never get a break from each other. And frankly, I’m skeptical they could afford living here without my income helping.

Idk, it’s just a complicated knot of coin flips and luck and hoping for the best no matter what we decide to do. I’d prefer to own my own place, but do I do that now because you don’t know if you’ll ever get a job elsewhere any time soon? Or do I wait because you never know when you’ll find that golden opportunity and what the housing market might look like in the future?

[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH]—COMFORTING THE STUDENT series.

WRECKER/GN READER

WARNINGS: JUST A MENTION OF ANXIETY 💔, BUT PURE COMFORT&FLUFF 💖. NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS OF READER.

EVER BEEN STRESSED AS A STUDENT? WELL, JUST IMAGINE IF YOUR BB BOYFRIEND CAME TO THE RESCUE. THAT'S THIS.

Wrecker was bored to hell; you could tell by the way he sighed and his eyes moved distractedly across the room. He had been dying to see you after his last mision –as had you–; quickly packing his bagpack and saying his goodbyes to his brothers before making his way across Coruscant's traffic to get to your apartment. You had both spent a pair of hours just talking and kissing, enjoying being together at last; after that, though, you had to go back to studying –unfortunately–, and even though you had given Wrecker your datapad so he could watch something in the meantime, it was clear he couldn't stand being like this much more.

He was the sweetest guy ever. You had been hesitant of meeting up at that time in the early afternoon; sugesting it might be better to just see each other at dinner. You hadn't wanted to make him wait for you while you did your studying –and you really couldn't postpone that any longer–; but he had insisted he'd gladly give you time, as long as he was allowed to finally see you face to face and kiss you. So that he had; patiently waited for you for two hours straight after your heartfelt reunion.

Luckily for Wrecker, you didn't think you could keep studying any longer without taking a break. You could feel anxiety creeping in; so you closed your textbook before it grew bigger and took some minutes to just breathe. You've learnt to control it with time. You also closed your eyes; focused in yourself.

"Mesh'la?" His strong voice called your name in what you could tell was his best attempt to whisper.

You opened your eyes and looked at him. He had a deep frown etched on his face, confused by your sudden heavy breathing and your little zen moment.

"Are you alright?"

He had just enough time to finish the sentence before you were walking across the room and wrapping him in a hug without saying a word. He stayed paralysed for second, surprised by the sudden gesture; but quickly returning the embrace and humming against you.

"I'm just stressed" you finally answered, nuzzling your face further into the space between his neck and chest. "I've got so many things to study yet and I'm afraid of not having the time to learn them".

Wrecker nodded in understanding and caressed your hair.

"Well, if someone can do it it's you, lovely. You're the second most intelligent person I know. After Tech, of course".

The comment makes you smile against his warm skin. He's always so warm; your personal heater.

"Nobody can compete with Tech" you chuckle, feeling better with the cuddling you're still involved in, and Wrecker laughs too, his chest rumbling along.

"Yeah, fucking smart ass. I'm grateful you're not that intelligent though. I already feel silly compared to you".

You know he's not saying it with any kind of ill. He's definitely not calling you stupid; and he's not begging for compliments either. He's always honest in an almost innocent kind of way. You really like that about him.

You pull away just a tiny from his embrace in order to lock eyes with him. You're sure the love you feel for him is clear in your gaze.

"You're not silly even compared to me. It's normal I outstand you in what I'm studying; that's what my choice is. You know way better than I do about mechanics and stuff like that. Even cuissine" you add, as an after thought, just for the purpose of see him smile and laugh. You succeed.

"Mm. You know, that just reminded me what I can give you so you feel a tad better. Just give me a second" he asks, and you let him go reluctantly with a smile of your own.

Wrecker dissapears to the entrance of your apartment, where he had left his backpack before, and brings you a small paper bag that you waste no time openning up.

"Chocolate cupcakes?"

He nods with a sudden enthusiasm that makes your heart melt.

"I bought them on my way here" he explains. "I was waiting to bring them out after dinner, as dessert, but i think you deserve some right now".

You softly kiss his cheek; and inmediately smile and kiss his lips too when he turns his head and silently demands a proper one.

You take a bite of the first cupcake; offering him some too. He seems hesitant to accept.

"You know I'll get addicted and want to finish the whole thing too".

You shrug and kiss him again; answering inches away from his lips.

"And you know I prefer seing you happy than finishing this".

Wrecker gives you a warm smile and takes a big bite of the cupcake, a little happy groan following it; his other hand gently caressing the side of your body without even realising it. He's always wanting to touch you; consciously or not. He looks up at you and sighs.

"I love you" he reminds you, adoringly.

You pass your thumb over his bottom lip to wipe some chocolate away and reply.

"I love you too".

THE END.

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THAT'S OUR SPIN ON OUR BOY WRECKER! IT CAME OUT A LITTLE SHORTER THAN THE REST, BUT IT'S JUST A LITTLE ONE-SHOT IDEA SO I HAVE NO INTEREST IN MAKING IT A LONGER PIECE. WE'VE ONLY GOT ECHO AND CROSSHAIR LEFT!

LET ME KNOW IF YOU'VE LIKED IT!

I'M TAKING REQUESTS AND PROMPTS.

XX,

Sky.

Back to my masterlist here!

[redhydrogen]

Album Review:

business casual (rubyred, 2024)

(Second Listen)

Going to try and be more in-depth with future reviews. Expect longer reads going forward.

Small artists are a funny thing. It is like a vast sea of people all vying for the attention of whatever potential listeners they can scrounge together. Most of these artists, if I may be fully honest, leave much to be desired. But sometimes, when you swim through the sea of unremarkability, you will find an island of talent, and I firmly believe that this is the case with rubyred.

I first learned of Ruby about a week ago, through sheer chance. Her newest release, business casual, was pinned to her Twitter, and I decided to give it a listen. Why not? Worst comes to worst, I will have spent 35 minutes listening to some half baked album made by an artist who only half cares about their artform. What I got instead was a product of remarkable quality from an artist I'd bet everything in my checking account you've never heard of.

The production on this album is impressive, being bouncy and high energy throughout and keeping a consistent energy track-to-track. It's groovy, and I quite enjoy it for what it is. The Deltarune on polearm is very clever, making a chill, low energy piano track into a subtle bop. Big fan of that one.

However, ensnare is the first track that presents a somewhat unfortunate trend throughout the album; the mixing often causes the beat to drown out the lyrics. ensnare is probably when it is most apparent, with Oakie's feature being extremely hard to hear over the beat. The only other track I would say has a "bad" mix is withstand; while the production is great, I have to really try to hear Ruby over it. The mixing is less of an issue on other tracks, but Ruby and her cohorts can often be a little difficult to hear. My favorite songs are those where the mix is least problematic; tracks like over here and over there, hibernate, polearm and corridor strike the perfect balance. I will readily admit, Ruby's subgenre is one I have never really dabbled in, so there is a fair likelihood that this mixing is intentional and part of the sound, but it is not to my personal preference.

As for the other elements, Ruby's vocals are enjoyable. Her voice has an aura of confidence which pairs well with the boastful nature of her lyrics. Ruby brags a hell of a lot. Some of the lyrics are particularly memorable; lines like "MtF but I'm still that dude" and "You can't fuck with me like I'm aro-ace" are very unique and have been stuck in my head since the first listen. Features are plentiful but not overused; most of the artists included are members of the Fishgang collective that Ruby is a member of and frequently shouts out, and their additions to the album fit right in. A lot of these songs have been put in my rotation since first listen and I don't see them leaving anytime soon.

While the mixing on a lot of the tracks leaves room for improvement, business casual is an extremely impressive work of quality from someone I would least expect to deliver it, and I will be keeping Ruby on my radar for more.

over here and over there - 9/10

connoisseur - 7/10

ensnare - 5/10

gizmo - 7/10

hibernate - 8/10

withstand - 6/10

polearm - 8/10

off wit his head - 8/10

regardless - 6/10

thrutheair - 8/10

bishop - 7/10

claptrap - 7/10

navyseals - 7/10

corridor - 9/10

space heater 2 - 7/10

Favorite Song: over here and over there

Album Score: 7.3/10

[blacklight-ghoulette]

A very late happy new year to everyone!

I've been busy being sick and trying not to freeze to death. We've no central heat in our house since the heat pump fucked itself over the summer, so on average it's about 40F-55F inside, depending on what the weather is like outside. Needless to say, shit's cold as fuck here ya'll, lol

We've got a few space heaters so we can at least have a couple of rooms at a livable temperature, but unfortunately one of those is not my workshop. I'm trying to figure out some way to warm at least a portion of it so I can make shit, but so far my brain is too mushy to think of anything that would be a feasible fix. And work has slowed down really bad to where I'm only needed for a couple days a week, so affording to replace our house's heat pump is not looking very likely in the foreseeable future.

Here's hoping 2024 has been off to a better start for the rest of ya'll!

[diedbrave]

@riptozier continued from here.

Eddie Kaspbrak despised the cold. But he also despised the heat. Both extremes could lead to a long list of ailments, not limited to heat stroke and dehydration, along with pneumonia and potential frostbite. He knew there was a very small risk potential for all of these extremes, but it didn't keep him from monitoring them and maintaining them on his radar. He was more used to the latter, having moved to New York City which had incredibly frigid winters, but nothing was ever as bad as the cold of New England.

His room in the townhouse didn't seem to have any sort of heating system, and it wasn't like he could go to the front desk and complain considering they had yet to see a single employee there since arriving in Derry. Odd, but everything about their town was odd. And out of all the Losers, there were two which Eddie felt comfortable enough with to invade their personal space - Bill and Richie. Bill having been his best friend first and foremost before the Loser's Club even existed, and Richie because they had been in each other's bubbles for as long as he could remember.

Which, thanks to the fucked up clown and IT's fucked up rules, apparently wasn't that long until recently.

He had been surprised when Richie had placed an arm around him, not shoving him off right away or bitching that the other was too close, but instead admiring just how big Richie had gotten. Eddie had always been the smallest of the Losers - Bill took that trophy now, thank you very much - but Richie felt like a giant at this point. All hair and body mass and just manliness. It was strange, how much they had changed, yet how they also hadn't changed at all, and it felt like they were falling into the same behaviors they would have in the past.

This may not be a hammock, but it felt similar to back then, Eddie and Richie simply occupying each other's space. "I won't stay here tonight." He didn't know why he had said it, but he felt he should be clear that he didn't want to invade Richie's privacy like that. "I just think the heater in my room is broken, and wanted to warm up so I don't get a cold and die or some bullshit like that. But once I'm warm, I'll get out of your hair. Because I'm sure it's pretty fucking weird to have a man you haven't seen in almost thirty years just taking up your personal space. In your bed."

[christmasintheloonybin]

lived in Asheville for a time in the laundry room of a house, did not have heat. despite being in the south there is a proper winter, not a lot of snow but it gets cold. and so I had a space heater and some of my most fond and warm (literally) memories as pathetic as it sounds are listening to ariel pink or some shoegaze whatever sitting in front of the space heater in my room. idk why. I really felt like I had it together or something. self awareness just asks more fucking questions, I envy people who don't think about things so much. I was still a kid sort of, or my childhood went on too long. it was fun fucking around. I never once lived life normally but a less bad fucking approximation is the best I have to look back on.

[dailyautophagy]

having a heating pad jawn for the starter is a game changer btw

didn’t realize how inconsistent the temp was in my room lol I mean it can consistently be 65° but that’s not warm enough for starters so I was makin a space heater turn on but obviously that fluctuates so

LONG STORY SHORT I KNOW IM A RETARD NOW

but at the time i was like this space heater will be fine lol like ?????? retard

i hate having a day off honestly

i wanted to call out Monday so mf bad but i refused to be that asshat calling out the day after the Super Bowl smh

I made it to Thursday and im still like is tomorrow Monday lol no derpy tomorrow is fuckin pay day and friday and just friday and Saturday and then OFF AGAIN

We actually have off Monday too because it’s Presidents’ Day jfc

Why’d i even do the dishes today

I really need to just kill my one cat but i like

I’m not killing anything everything can life its full life cycle suffering and all (he is not suffering, he is STARVING though lmao hungry boy all the times hey just ate can of food back begging for more, and he doesn’t puke it up, he has massive dumps, his paws are just gross. And im sure the vet could fix him honestly lol but i told my sister not to get more cats and she did anyway so guess who can pay for the vet. Not me. I paid the inheritance taxes, im done paying stuff that should be split. But obviously I wouldn’t be fucking thinking about it if I didn’t want to do it anyway. Like he SPAZZES about the vet trips CHEWS HIS WAY OUT OF CARRYCASES like makes his own mouth bleed by the time we even get there they’re like wtf but listen we have tried lmao they straight up were like he probably has a allergy (okay a new one? He’s been at the same place with the same shit for always) and they’re like yeah they can develop - let us put him to sleep and do a biopsy - I was like WHAT IF HES ALLERGIC TO ANESTHESIA NOW TOO IF HES JUST DEVELOPING ALLERGIES and legit they’re like we won’t know that unless he doesn’t wake up and it’s like you want $5000 to maybe not kill him when I feel in my heart of hearts that you will not even truly try to save him anyway???? I can’t do it lol he’d hate me forever if he did survive. Like the avoidance for MONTHS after that trip indicates that to me, and they didn’t even fucking so shit to him. He’s easily traumatized. He’s a BABY. He has tiny ears. He’s just like a dud of a cat lol and my family has owned like 13 cats over my lifetime and only one other dud (female cat we adopted from APAW ended up havin fluid in lungs, mother DID give vet $7000 to try to fix that, Luna died on the table, my mother woke me up in the middle of the night bawling, it was worse than when her father died, it was very memorable) so like all of things that I know about everything just

Plus it’s not my responsibility- even though taking care of it would make me have less CLEANING responsibilities I still can’t. Sprout loves me lol he comes into the bathroom when he hears me (to beg for food) but he’ll get on my lap and snuggle and want love and affection if I allow it (and I don’t normally because he is gross lol but if im gonna shower that morning then yeah he snuggles and he LOVES IT big purrs big stretches just the sweetest boy and those times I feel all the guilt for not trying to save him. But his literal body is doing this to him like I probably just need to get him a stainless steel room and lock him in there lol he’s a cat dude he touches all things with his gross ass paws so even if they wanted to heal themselves it would be difficult af. It’s no bueno. Like im too embarrassed to even bring him somewhere they’d be like excuse us you can’t own this cat and just let him be this way lol but he’s been this way for years yo i didn’t do it

I did do it lol this poor baby

I cause problems and then get mad when the problems exist???? Cool

TYPICAL

I want to have laxatives but I don’t want to be any more dehydrated

Legit when I weighed myself and it said 110 I was like too dead to be happy about it lmao and now it’s like 114 cause I BEEN EATING ALL DAY

I’m full

It’s nice to not be nauseous though I kinda don’t feel 100% still like my head not unlooped all the way

Which means I think my ear

The same fucking eat I fucked up in the middle of January

Pretty sure that ear drum (despite me being able to hear fine) is perforated- and I think this because peroxide in the ear and then tipping head to get it out and then SO MUCH STILL IN YHE EAR LIKE I imagine it was behind the ear drum in the middle ear and it only could get there if I had like pin hole perforation basically - at least that’s my theory

And perforated ear drums… they can take a while to heal. A while. Like it would have maybe been healed already if I wasn’t blowing my nose like a monster and popping my ears all the time BUT a month is a long time. I’m impatient. I’m also not trusting a doctor with this as my body can heal itself lmao

I’ve heard more horror stories about people doing what their doctor said and then going blind or deaf than I’d care to fuckin hear.

420 bro why am i awake it’s my day off i did chores i made things i drank adequate water (DIDUTHO)

Heroes really is a good show lol trippy af

I miss grotesquery though i want another season of that shit

I can’t bitch about people playing games i guess watching shows is a very similar thing.

I’m not pretending to be socializing though so i feel like less of a loser lol

I made comfrey oil like months and months ago and i finally used it and idk if it’s gonna do anything but genuinely feels like it will lmao Barbara is rarely wrong. And that is because she “prove all things, and hold fast to that which is good”

Amen lady lol but she personally straight up said “once you prove to yourself that these remedies work then you will be qualified to help others” and i guess some people would like to argue “but everyone is different” ehhhhhh not really lol the laws of health are not different for everyone and therefore the solutions for problems are not all that different, even if you personally need to believe you are special and different and unique lol you aren’t though. Not to be rude. None of us are. Once there’s 8 billion of anything it kinda becomes obsolete right lol nothing special about it cause too many around. That why survival of the fittest is the best way to live IMO, but then again I don’t have a broken enough brain to be capable of suicide. And I truly believe that’s because my parents never attempted to medicate me. XL HYPOTHESIS: man made chemicals take away your “god”given instincts. I don’t like saying god because I do not mean the god you mean, I do not think that idea came from anywhere but men who wanted power. But I do think if nothing created this and we return to nothing when we die then nothing is god so… im not religious im spiritual 😂 what the fuck ever

I’m about to enema my asshole I don’t even know how I have a poop in me I have had like no fiber do hard boiled eggs have fiber lol like

I guess raspberries from yesterday

Nd maybe CORN CHIPS I FORGOT I ATE THESE MASA COCONUT OIL THINGS lololol

I really just realized coconut cocoNUT that’s a nut bro is this not a seed oil lmao no it’s not it’s from the FLESH of the plant not the seed

What the fuck are coconut seeds lookin like anyways I’ve never checked

I’ve put a lot of comfrey oil on my body and now I have a taste in my mouth and it’s a wee bit concerning lol

Okay still really needed to see coconut seed but now gonna google is comfrey oil can kill you lmao

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It’s 6pm and comfrey did nothing bad and im thirsty and that is about it lol

I did make banana bread and it is decent but it is downstairs and I didn’t take pics of her lol tomorrow I suppose

I’m makin I HAVE A LIL CAST IRON WITH A LID FOR BABY SOURDOUGJ LOAVES but im makin chicken innit right meow

Kitties

I’ll be done there in an hour to CHECK DAT CHIKKEN

Ignore all the shit on my bed look at this cat lol

Ugh my tea is like too hot for so long I forget about it then it’s cold I can’t win here lol

Bro I fed this starter like hours ago and she double already girl you do not have the correct bacteria yet chill the fuck out

Wild how doughy it was when I fed her and now she like clearly a bubbly liquid

T

All them bubbles

Not the right bacteria lol

WOMP WOMP patience required yadda yadda if I don’t fucking kill her she’ll be great

Today I found out my great grand mothers name was Bertha so

Guess who named their sourdough Bertha lol (me)

Yo I swear I’ve drank more of this tea than this my typing is showing up late like delayed is this hacking lol lagging

Okay bye 620 why does 420 feel so long ago

[nerdby]

So I am nonbinary transgender. Just FYI. I'm not on hormones -- I was but not anymore -- but I am socially transitioning-ish. I got my name legally changed, and I filed in October 2023 to get my birth certificate corrected so that I could move. Because I'm disabled and I only make $12,000USD a year -- that's below the national poverty line in the US. And the starting rent in my area is $900-1,000USD, so I don't make enough to afford an apartment that doesn't include utilities.

I have no choice but to live in subsidized housing because that's all I can afford. The apartment I'm in now -- there's no heat in my bedroom and there hasn't been the entire four years I've lived here. When I told the landlord they gave me a space heater that didn't even last the entire year. Two years ago my kitchen ceiling caved in after a freak blizzard, so now when it rains or snows I'm terrified that it will happen again. The entire building has been treated for bedbugs like six times between 2023-2024. And the weather stripping came off the inside door to my balcony which is right off the living room. When I told the landlord they gave me some insulation foam that had come from an AC unit. It didn't even last a week, so now even though there is technically heat in the living room whenever there's a snowstorm the room turns freezing and you can feel the wind. It's pretty common to get 19mph winds here.

I surrendered my cats because I was terrified that living here -- living with me -- was making them sick or that they'd freeze to death, and also because I have a lot of asthma-related health problems. I guess I've always been asthmatic, but I wasn't diagnosed until 2023 just because my mom is a neglectful piece of shit. And I started doing research about asthma to try and improve my health, and I started reading all these stuff about how asthmatics shouldn't have cats or pets. And I was afraid it was going make me hate them, and I was afraid something bad was going to happen to them. Because of me and because of this place.

Because I've been through so much trauma living here. Aside from the ceiling caving in, I survived two building fires here. Once they evacuated the building because a resident had died and no one realized it until like three weeks later, but the landlord thought the smell was coming from a gas leak. I know -- it sounds like a bad urban legend, right?😂Oh, and that's without even taking into account the three fucking years worth of hate mail and death threats all because I pointed out that Loki is canonically nonbinary transgender and bisexual. For three years I sat in this fucking hellhole pretending to be okay while people said horrific things to me and some uptight pretentious asshole dragged me through the mud because they can't comprehend the fact that being trans does not make you incapable of being transphobic.

And I never wanted to surrender my cats. I knew my mental health was getting worse and worse. Because lucky me, I'm self aware -- according to my doctors anyway -- but I'm not. I'm really not. My plan was to get us out of here, so I wouldn't have to be constantly reminded of the trauma I endured here. And so that we could have a safe place to live. So I wouldn't have to be half-asleep every night because I was worried something awful would happen and we'd all freeze to death.

But I didn't make it that long.

Good news, though: My amended birth certificate finally got here today. I can finally move. I can move to a new hellhole in a new ghetto, and now I won't even have my cats to share it with. Because they were everything to me. I spent my whole life raising my siblings and caring for my grandfather. My mom comes to me for financial and relationship advice, and I have shitty finances. I wouldn't know how to do anything without books or the internet.

I used to pick out my sister's outfits and empty her potty and read to her and color with her and wash her dishes, and keep her safe at the babysitters because they never really watched us cause they were too busy with their own kids. I picked out her name, and I was the one there when she took her first steps. I used to get into screaming fits with our mom when she hit her. And when that didn't work I turned our mother in to child protective services three times, and when I came home from Florida after running off to get married and to get away from the abuse I made sure my mother knew I was the one who turned her in. That way she knew that if the state didn't do anything the first time, I would make damn sure they paid attention if she ever hurt my sister again.

I bought my sister's laptop for school, I've bought groceries for her and my mother, I taught her about comic books and witchcraft and we promised to get tattoos together one day. And now she practices witchcraft and binges anime, and we used to have MCU marathons that lasted days at a time. I introduced her to Harley Quinn and Batman and horror movies.

Now, I can't have kids so I had cats instead. Because I've always had cats ever since I was a little girl. I love them and I love taking care of them and training them because cats are so smart they're like little people. When Tesla was annoyed with me or wanted attention she used to unplug the Internet router for fuck's sake. And Shuri and I had been together since 2017. For a long time, she was the only good thing in my life.

So now the new certificate is here and they're not... What's the fucking point?

[jorality]

Another day, another reminder that my mother was definitely the only reason I haven't become a homicidal maniac.

I am now taking applications for the job of "Keep a short Black girl from becoming a serial killer".

Your duties will include: Being positive, laughing at my jokes, going to the movies or other fun places with me, reminding me to take my meds, give hugs when I'm having a depressive episode, reminding me that my father only has bad ideas and I need to stop taking his advice. (VERY IMPORTANT I HAVE ISSUES WITH SAYING NO TO MY AUTHORITY FIGURES AND ITS THE SOURCE OF 70% OF MY PROBKEMS, EVEN THOUGH I'M A GROWN WOMAN) Also, you will need to drive me to my doctor's appointments because I have no license #probablylegallyblind

Benefits include:

Pet friendly home, your own room, your own bathroom, living with someone who is usually funny, just can't afford therapy. No curfews! I can only reach the bottom shelves in the kitchen and fridge, you'll literally be able to hide all your snacks cuz I will not have the energy to get a step stool to reach them.

Cons: You'll probably hear me ranting and raving at random times as I am a writer, voice actor and streamer. My chronic illness finds new ways to fuck me up so the chances of needing to take me to the ER is high. I would like it if we could split the power and utility bills.

Major con: I live in Texas

Non negotiable: I do not turn on central heating in the winter you will be given a space heater.

TLDR: Please be my new emotional support human. NO TERFS

If your feminism isn't intersections then don't talk to me.