#and the one huge center table is reduced to two small tables

[iftitah]

my mom's college is sooo nostalgic 😭

[ihni]

A moment in the rain

My last fill for @harringrovesummerbingo, square C3, prompt: "Wedding party ruined by a thunderstorm"

5,3K, general audiences, no warnings.

Summary:

Billy and Steve are at a wedding, when there's a sudden downpour. While the other guests scramble to run inside, the boys both decide to escape the rain under the same gazebo.

(On AO3 here)

Fic under the cut:

With about a hundred guests, the whole backyard decked out in flowers and decorations, a band playing live music and enough food to feed twice the number of attendants, it was a surprisingly grandiose wedding for a couple roughly a year out of high school, even if their families happened to be upper middle-class. But if one scratched the surface a little, one could see that there had been attempts at reducing the costs, and perhaps not everything was as fancy as it looked at first glance. The tablecloths were old sheets, the glasses and plates didn’t match from one table to the next, and the flowers – except for the bride’s bouquet and the groom’s boutonniere – were mostly wildflowers and picked locally. Besides this, Steve recognized the wait staff as mostly teens from the neighborhood, and the guitarist in the band was Tommy’s older cousin from Canada. Steve also happened to know that all the food had been prepared in advance by relatives and friends of the bride and groom over the course of the last week or so – he’d actually been a part of it himself, spending an evening a couple of days ago scrubbing thirty pounds of potatoes for the potato salad.

From what Steve could see, the only thing they hadn’t had a hand in preparing themselves was the wedding cake, which hadn’t been rolled out yet but which he had gotten a glimpse of in the kitchen – it was a square two-tier cake the size of a small table that looked like it was more than big enough to feed everyone in attendance. Steve was currently on his second helping of potato salad – seeing as he had helped make it happen, also it was really good – but he made a mental note to leave space for dessert.

The reception was held outdoors, in a huge backyard where Steve had spent countless afternoons when he was younger. In the middle of the lawn and in the center of attention, the newlyweds held court. Tommy looked more proper than Steve had ever seen him in a grey three-piece suit and a powder blue bowtie, and Carol looked like a dessert herself in a dress that had to have had more fabric than all the tablecloths put together. Both of them were radiating happiness, and despite everything, Steve couldn’t help but be happy for them. The three of them may not have been as close as they once were, but they’d made up after graduation, and as all three of them remained in Hawkins instead of leaving town like so many others, they stayed in contact and eventually started tentatively hanging out again. Steve had even helped Tommy pick out the morning gift for Carol – a small gold circlet, a simple band that would go around her wrist. Steve knew Carol, and suspected that she would cry when she got it.

Just like Carol’s dad and Tommy’s mom had cried in the church, during the ceremony. In all fairness, it had been a beautiful ceremony, and even Steve had gotten a bit emotional and had to blink away tears.

Seeing as they were in Hawkins, and considering the fact that both Tommy and Carol had lived in Hawkins their whole lives – just like Steve – Steve knew or recognized just about everyone at the reception. It was kind of nice, actually – like a reunion only a year after graduating. And he found himself thinking that it was a wonder what a year out in the real world could do. People who Steve hadn’t been able to stand at the end of the school year suddenly seemed more grown-up – talking about college or their work, rather than partying – and he had a surprisingly pleasant and only slightly stilted conversation with Debbie, who he’d avoided for a whole school year after a disastrous second date which ended with him throwing up on her shoes.

The less said about that, the better – a sentiment Debbie seemed to share.

All in all, it was a beautiful wedding and Steve was having a good time. He’d brought Robin as his plus one – knowing full well that it wouldn’t exactly stop the rumors that they were dating – but he hadn’t seen her since Heather Holloway whisked her away an hour ago. He didn’t mind, though, as it gave him a chance to catch up with old friends and acquaintances.

There was one more thing that the newlyweds hadn’t skimped out on, and that was the booze. Considering how they both used to party, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that there was a wide assortment of alcoholic beverages to choose from – and even though Steve had stuck to the (cheap) champagne, he was feeling the effects of it, which in retrospect might be why he found everyone he talked to to be more pleasant company than he remembered. Other partygoers did not stick to champagne, though, and people were already getting louder and a tad more disorderly. Steve suspected that at least one fight would break out before the night was over – which was honestly a staple of a good wedding in Hawkins, Indiana. He doubted that the police would be called, though, as Tommy’s uncle worked for the Hawkins Police Department, and he was already one of the loudest people in the crowd.

Eventually, the cake was brought out to the delight of the assembled, and the crowd cleared an empty space on the grass. The band started playing a slower song, and Tommy reached out a hand for Carol, who took it and let herself be led to the improvised dance floor. She had kicked off her shoes so she was barefoot in the grass as they danced their first waltz together as a married couple. The two of them were beaming and only seemed to have eyes for each other. Once more, Steve had to swallow against a lump in his throat and blink away tears as he watched his old friends be so happy together. He hadn’t even known that Tommy knew how to waltz.

A while into the song, Tommy’s parents, followed by Carol’s parents, started dancing too, which signaled that the dancefloor was now free for all. As couples started swaying on the grass – perhaps swaying a little more than planned, due do the uneven surface and the amount of alcohol already consumed – Steve extricated himself from the crowd and walked off to the side of the big yard. From here, right at the tree line, he could see everything clearly. The house, the people; all familiar in a way that made his heart feel warm, like it had been wrapped up in cotton.

The song ended, and everyone applauded. The band started up a new song – a faster one – to the whoops and claps of the crowd, and the dance had just started anew when the sky was lit up by a flash of lightning. The backyard was bathed in a shockingly white light for a fraction of a second, followed by a loud boom which seemed to shake the earth and rattle the windows of the house. People screamed and ducked before realizing that it was only thunder, at which point nervous laughter spread through the crowd instead.

Then the rain started. Up until this point, Steve had barely noticed the way the sky had darkened – had assumed, in the back of his head, that it was because it was getting later – but now he looked up and saw that the reason why it was darker was that the sky was heavy with thick grey clouds. Another flash of lightning struck somewhere close by, and the rain intensified from one second to the next.

Chaos ensued. People dispersed from the yard like cockroaches; men and women both snagged whatever they could off the tables and ran for the house. Carol’s aunts grabbed whoever they could reach and directed them to carry the cake inside to save it while the band scrambled to protect their gear against the rain. Meanwhile, the air was full of the rumbling of thunder and the sound of people shrieking and laughing as they fled the open space of the backyard. And in the middle of it all, alone on the suddenly abandoned lawn, were Tommy and Carol – laughing and kissing in the downpour, still dancing to music no one else could hear and getting their fancy clothing all wet.

Steve couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them.

But then it suddenly registered how the rain wet his suit and seeped into the fabric and ruined his carefully arranged hair, and he made a run for it, too. People were still cramming into the house, though, so instead he headed for the old gazebo at the edge of the woods, where he and Tommy had played for hours and hours when they were kids. It was run down nowadays and could use a paint job, but the roof was intact and it would be enough to protect him against the rain.

Just when he ducked in under it, though, someone else came running from the other direction to take refuge under the same roof, and in the flash of another lightning, Steve found himself facing Billy Hargrove, who he up until now had only seen snippets of in the crowd. They both stopped at opposite edges of the gazebo, water dripping from their clothes and hair – although Billy seemed to have gotten off lighter, since he’d come from the cover of the trees.

“Harrington,” Billy said as the thunder rumbled, one side of his mouth tipping up in a leering smile as he shook his head to get the wet tendrils out of his face. “Long time no see.”

It had been a long time, was the thing. Steve hadn’t really seen him since graduation day when Billy had sped out of the parking lot immediately after the ceremony. According to Tommy, he hadn’t gone back to California though, like everyone had expected – no, he’d ended up in Indianapolis, of all places. Steve had been surprised to hear it, since he hadn’t gotten the impression that Billy liked Indiana. But perhaps his dislike had only applied to Hawkins.

“Hargrove,” Steve said cautiously with an acknowledging nod, and watched as Billy’s smile widened. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Nah,” the man said. “I live in Indy now.”

Steve nodded, but didn’t speak as he shook his sleeves to get rid of the excess water droplets, and they fell into silence. It wasn’t really an awkward kind of silence, despite their history, because the rain beating down on the roof was too loud for casual conversation anyway. Steve twirled the glass he was still holding between his fingers, and downed it. He put the empty glass down on the railing and looked out across the yard, considering if it was worth it to cross the yard in this weather.

Everything looked grey in the rain, and the house was barely visible due to the downpour. Tommy and Carol had disappeared, and all that was left on the lawn were the abandoned tables and scattered and overturned plastic chairs.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve saw Billy come up next to him, but keeping a respectful distance.

“Nice party,” Billy commented, his voice more audible now when he was closer.

Steve couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but before the rain had hit it had been a nice party, so, “Yes,” he said simply, “it is.”

Billy huffed out a breath. “It suits them. A wedding party as stormy as their relationship.”

It rankled, for some reason, to hear Billy talk about Tommy and Carol like that, even though Steve knew that what he’d said was true. Billy hadn’t known them for more than a couple of years – what did he know? “You think you know them so well?” he couldn’t help saying.

Billy peered at him and then turned to face him. “You think you do?”

Which, as much as he hated to admit it, was fair. Steve had been the one to pull away from Tommy and Carol back in school, while Billy had spent most of senior year at their side. And Steve knew that they were still in contact with Billy, that they’d been visiting him in Indy a couple of times, even. He just didn’t like to be called out on it. But he wasn’t about to argue. The last time he’d argued with Billy, he’d ended up on the floor of the Byers’ house with a concussion. So, “Maybe not,” he said between clenched teeth and a stiff smile. He turned to Billy to say a polite goodbye, planning on making a run for the house after all – that cake had looked good, and he wanted a piece – but the words died on his tongue as it registered that Billy was shirtless under his suit jacket. Not just wearing a shirt that was half-unbuttoned, like he’d expected – no, there was simply no shirt at all.

He stared for a moment too long, because Billy let out a laugh and said, “My eyes are up here, Harrington.”

Face burning, Steve’s eyes snapped up to Billy’s, expecting to see a mean smirk or calculating eyes. Instead, he was met with a smile and eyes glittering with mischief. It made him want to relax and tense up at the same time, not knowing what to expect. “Where’s your shirt?” he blurted out, in a too-obvious attempt at distraction. He had to have been wearing a shirt earlier – Steve doubted that the priest would have let him inside the church if he hadn’t been wearing one.

“Someone spilled wine on it,” Billy replied, still smiling.

“And, what?” Steve said. “Carol just let you walk around with no shirt on at her wedding?”

Billy took a step closer so Steve could hear the purr in his voice as he said in a low voice, “Carol was the one who spilled the wine. Accidentally, of course.” He raised one eyebrow. “She was also the one that pointed out I couldn’t very well walk around with a shirt with a wine stain on it. She basically begged me to take it off. And who am I to argue with the bride on her wedding day?”

Of course. Steve wasn’t even surprised, Carol had always had a wandering eye – and even Steve had to admit that Billy was nice to look at. “And Tommy was okay with that?”

“Tommy had no complaints,” Billy said, voice low and rumbling like the thunder overhead.  “I caught him staring, too. Kinda like you, just now.”

The reminder brought a flush to Steve’s face, and he took a step back. Desperate to change the subject, he grasped for something, anything to ask.

“What were you doing in the woods?” was what he came up with.

Billy leaned back so he was half-sitting, half-leaning on the wooden railing, comfortable as you will while giving Steve his space. “Had to take a piss.”

“In the woods?” Steve asked, struggling to regain his composure after Billy had knocked him off-balance by getting so close and being so … shirtless and sultry. “Classy as always, Hargrove.”

“Have you seen the queue to the bathroom?” Billy cackled. “It was the woods, or piss my pants. And then I’d been without a shirt and pants, and then the horny little newlyweds would probably have ravaged me right there on the lawn.”

Pointedly not thinking about Billy out of his pants, Steve snorted. “You wish.”

Billy made a so-so motion and shrugged. “I mean, none of them would be my first pick, but it’d be rude to ruin their big day by refusing …”

Steve clenched his teeth. He knew he was being baited, knew he shouldn’t ask. He really shouldn’t ask.

“Who’d be your first pick, then?”

Fuck.

Billy’s eyes were sparkling with delight at Steve playing along with whatever game this was, and he flicked his eyes down Steve’s body, making sure to take his time as he dragged it up again. When he met Steve’s eyes, looking at him under his lashes, he bit his bottom lip and said, “Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy?”

Steve had to work to get enough spit in his mouth to swallow. Billy just stayed there, leaning back, watching. Waiting. His suit jacket was open, showing off his chest, still damp from the rain – or was it sweat? His eyes were hooded and his hair fell in messy curls over his shoulders, longer than they’d been when Steve last saw him. Steve wanted to grab a handful and pull, which was an insane urge that would probably get him killed if he gave in to it. Billy oozed danger; like a tiger in tall grass, waiting for its prey to get close enough to go for the kill. But it was a decidedly different kind of danger than he’d exuded back in high school. Back then, the end result would have been a beating. Now?

Steve was startled to realize that he kind of wanted to find out.

But playing along just to see where this would lead would be stupid, and dangerous, and Steve had had enough of being stupid and running into danger to last him for a lifetime. He much preferred to face the threat head on. Which was why he straightened up and stood with both feet steady on the ground as he asked, “Okay, what is this?”

It seemed to throw Billy off, but only for a moment. His smile faltered, but was quick to reappear. “What is what?”

“This,” Steve said, motioning between the two of them. “What are you trying to … What are you saying, exactly? What is this? Are you flirting with me?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Doubt made him impatient, and he was a second away from stomping his foot like toddler. Swallowing against sudden bile, he huffed, “Cut the crap, Hargrove. We both know you hated me in school, so what the fuck are you –“

“What? I never hated you,” Billy interrupted, looking honestly surprised.

Which just added to Steve’s ire. “What do you mean? Of course you did! You were a right asshole, you were on my case all the time, wouldn’t leave me alone at practice or in the hallways. You beat me up!”

That elicited a reaction. Billy pushed off the railing and mirrored Steve’s posture, feet planted and arms at his side. Not threatening yet, but ready for a brawl. “Okay, first of all, you lied to me about my sister’s whereabouts after she’d gone missing, when I finally found her in that weird house in the woods with you and a bunch of boys. That was super sketchy, and I won’t apologize for what I did, back then. You deserved that.” Steve took a breath – to say what, he didn’t know – but Billy continued before he could speak. “As for the rest of it …” He shrugged and turned his head so he was looking out over the lawn. Another flash lit up the world, and for that bright white second, he looked uncertain. When the rumble of thunder followed, it almost drowned out his voice. “I liked you.”

Sure he’d misheard, Steve blinked and shook his head slightly as if to clear it. “I’m sorry, what?”

Billy took a deep breath, and pulled on the mask of confidence like someone else would pull on a jacket; he straightened his shoulders and turned back to Steve with a cocky smile that was too wide to be real. “I used to crush real hard on you, man. Guess I didn’t handle it very well.”

He was pulling Steve’s leg – it had to be a joke.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not, actually.”

“But you slept with like, half the girls at school!”

“So?”

Frustrating! Billy was so frustrating. Was he seriously standing here, telling him he used to have a crush on Steve, and that that was why he was such an asshole in school?

“I don’t believe you,” Steve all but spat.

Shrugging, again with just a little too much flair to be real, Billy took a breath and turned away, as if to leave. “Believe what you want, then. I’m out of here. Have a nice life.”

Steve’s hand shot out before he could think it through, grabbing Billy by the arm to stop him from leaving. Billy didn’t speak, just turned his head slowly to look down at Steve’s fingers around his bicep. Then, just as slowly, he looked up at Steve. There was something wary in the way he looked, but there was steel in his eyes and voice when he spoke; “Didn’t know you were so homophobic, Harrington.” Steve reeled at what he saw in Billy’s eyes; words that were supposed to be a joke, which hid a threat, which hid … vulnerability?

He pulled his hand off the other man’s arm as if he’d been burned. “I’m not. Homophobic, I mean.” Billy watched him cautiously, and Steve babbled on. “One of my best friend is a homo. I mean, she –“ Shut up, Steve! “I mean, I don’t have anything against –“

“Fags?”

The word cut through the air between them just as another flash of lighting lit up the sky. They stood in silence while waiting for the accompanying thunder to pass – it took longer this time, so maybe the storm was waning – and when the only sound was the noise of the rain around them, Steve opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn’t. The silence grew to discomfort, and something in Billy’s posture crumbled. He smiled, sardonically, and looked down at his own two feet. “Great talk, Harrington. See you around.”

Steve didn’t reach out this time, but he called out “Wait!”, and Billy froze. “I don’t have anything against … fags,” Steve said, rushing to get the words out and not caring if the words were right or wrong. “I really don’t. I have friends who are like that, and, and. It would be pretty hypocritical of me, actually, considering my first kiss was Tommy!” His eyes widened and he sucked in a breath – he hadn’t meant to admit to that – but it worked, as in that it drew a surprised laugh out of Billy.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” In for a penny, and all that. Steve braved a smile and gave a one-shouldered shrug that probably failed at making him look indifferent. “We were like, nine or ten, and he was crushing hard on Carol even then, and we got it in our heads that no girl would want to kiss someone who didn’t know what he was doing. So … we practiced. With each other.”

Billy still looked guarded, but there was a small smile playing on his lips even as he said, “Kid’s stuff, Harrington. It doesn’t count.”

“Well,” Steve said and swallowed in preparation for taking the plunge. “We continued practicing until our second year in high school, so …”

That got a reaction. “No shit? You and Hagan?”

“Why are you surprised? You just said that Tommy ogled your bare chest when Carol got you shirtless. You have to have suspected.”

“Tommy being at least half gay doesn’t surprise me, I’m pretty sure he and Carol are plotting to try to get me into bed with them on their wedding night as we speak … But you! King Steve.” He looked honestly flabbergasted, but there was delight tinting the surprise. “You’re shitting me.”

It was a thrill to be able to throw Billy’s words from earlier back in his face. “I’m not, actually.”

“Huh,” Billy said. He didn’t look like he was planning on leaving any time soon. “How about that. The biggest womanizer in the history of Hawkins’ High … playing for the other team?”

“Now, now,” Steve said, holding a hand out. “I wouldn’t say that. I like girls. I just …” He thought about everything he and Robin had been talking about, and finally decided on, “I’m just an equal-opportunity guy, I guess.”

“Really?” Billy said, and looked almost impressed.

Steve felt warm under his gaze. “Yup.”

“So …” Billy said, and that mischievous glint was back in his eye. “Did you ever …” He made some lewd gesture, complete with raised eyebrows, “… with both of them? Tommy and Carol?”

Steve was pretty sure that the way he blushed at that question was answer enough. By the way Billy threw his head back and cackled, it was.

“Shut up! It was one time!”

“Oh this is too good! Wow! You are such a slut.”

“You’re the one to talk!” Steve said, but he couldn’t help smiling because this felt … this felt more like friendly ribbing than anything else.

Billy ignored him. “Oh my god. You should have brought that up in a speech during the dinner.”

Steve actually hadn’t done a speech. Instead he’d bought the happy couple a set of expensive kitchen appliances, and called it a day.

“Yeah, well. It’s not exactly something that one should speak of out loud in Hawkins.”

That had a sobering effect on Billy. His smile dimmed. “Don’t I know it.”

Their whole conversation had been a roller-coaster and Steve still didn’t feel all too stable in it, but Billy looked almost wistful – so much unlike the Billy he remembered from a year ago – that he couldn’t help but ask. “Is that why you …?” When Billy looked over, he made a face. “You know. Went out with all those girls?”

Billy exhaled and tilted his head to the side. “I mean, yeah. There’s no better place to hide than in a crowd.”

Silence descended on them again, but it wasn’t so awkward this time. And this time, Steve was the one to break it.

“So … are you also an equal-opportunity … player? Or …?”

“Oh,” Billy said, then shook his head. “No.” And for a second, Steve felt a thrill of fear run through him, suddenly convinced that Billy had been lying in order to get blackmail material on him. But then Billy continued, “No, I was never really into … girls.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, mind whirring. “Huh.”

“Yeah.”

It was weird. There must have been something about this particular place, and this particular moment. The two of them were standing in a run-down gazebo, rain beating down on everything around them and separating them from the outside world. It was like they were in their own little bubble, outside time and space. It felt as if everything revealed here was … safe. In that way, it didn’t feel real.

“Why are you telling me this?” Steve asked, softly. Because he suddenly had a lot of things that he would have to think about, but that question was on the forefront of his mind.

“Because …” Billy started, and hesitated. Like he wasn’t sure himself. “Because I don’t live in Hawkins anymore,” he decided. “No one here can hurt me.” His eyes flicked to Steve at that, as if to make sure that Steve didn’t mean any harm. When Steve didn’t move, he relaxed a fraction. “And because … I saw you today, and.” He cut himself off, looking down at his shoes. Scuffing one against the wood underneath his feet. “And I think I might have lied to you, just now.”

Furrowing his brow, Steve tensed up. “What?”

“I said I had a crush on you,” Billy said, and Steve had time to feel crushing disappointment in the split-part of a second before Billy added, “But I think that I still do, actually.”

And before he knew it or could react, Billy was in his space and his hands were in Steve’s hair on either side of his face, and that was Billy’s lips on his and –

– and time stood still. Like if lightning had stuck him where he stood, the world lit up with white light and electricity. Gone was the sound of the falling rain and the rumble of thunder, gone was the house and the woods and the lawn, gone were the whole world outside of this gazebo, outside of this moment. His heartbeat made its way through his body drumming like an army marching to war. Steve didn’t breathe, didn’t blink – just existed in this moment where there was only Billy, and Billy’s lips on his.

And then the world turned white for real and shook with a boom, and they jumped apart. Billy swore and ducked over the railing to check the sky.

“Shit,” he said. “That was a close one.”

Steve’s whole body was tingling, the hairs on his arms standing up. The air smelled crisp, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the lightning, or because of the kiss. Maybe both.

“We should …” he said, a bit shakily. “We should get inside. It’s not safe out here.”

Billy glanced at him, with a hint of apprehension that might as well have been a blaring neon sign pointing at his head. He was obviously nervous about Steve’s reaction to the kiss.

“You worrying about me, pretty boy?” he said, but his voice shook a little, as if he was struggling to hold on to the confident façade. And Steve marveled, because had he always been this transparent? He couldn’t believe he’d been fooled by Billy’s cocky attitude back in school.

“Well,” Steve said, and pointedly looked down at Billy’s bare chest. “It wouldn’t do to deprive Tommy and Carol of their eye candy on their wedding day, now would it?”

Relief, in the form of a smile. “Eye candy, huh?”

“Well,” Steve said, and gestured kind of helplessly to Billy. All of him.

The smile grew. “I’m staying at Motel 6 when I’m in town,” Billy said, apropos of nothing.

They both drifted forward, and were suddenly in each other’s space. The thunder rolled over the sky, but without a flash this time. The rain wasn’t coming down as hard anymore. The storm was abating.

“Uh-huh.”

“So I was thinking …” Steve watched, mesmerized, as Billy bit his lip; watched with bated breath as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. “If you want to, you could stop by tonight … after the party …?”

“Yeah?”

“And we could …” He exhaled on a laugh. “Practice kissing some more.”

Steve leaned back, if only to attempt an insulted gasp. “You think I need the practice?”

Billy honest-to-God giggled. Fuck, Steve was screwed.

“I don’t know, Harrington. You don’t exactly seem to be a hit with the ladies these days.”

“Hey!” Accurate, but still. “I get around.”

“Uh-huh,” Billy said with a smirk. “You do know your date is a lesbian, right?”

That actually had Steve take a step back, mouth open. He didn’t think he’d let that particular cat out of the bag, Robin was going to kill him –

“Relax, I saw her smooching with Heather in the pantry after dinner,” Billy said, which – huh. Way to go, Robs. “And also, I clocked her on my first week in Hawkins. No straight girl draws boobs on her shoes.” He gave Steve a significant look. “Like knows like, I guess.”

Steve didn’t have time to answer, before another lightning lit up the sky – further away this time, though, and the rumbling of thunder took some time to reach their ears. When he turned to look at the house, he could clearly see the lit-up windows and the people milling about inside. When concentrating, he could hear music coming from inside, and he realized that he could only do that because the rain had slowed to a drizzle.

Their bubble was gone.

“We should probably …” He gestured towards the house.

“Yeah.”

Not knowing what to say, he only managed an awkward, “So …”

Billy rescued him with an all-too-aloof, “So, I’ll see you later?”

Steve could feel himself grinning. “Yeah. Room 10, right?”

Billy matched his grin. “Room 10.”

“It’s a date,” Steve said, heart fluttering, and grabbed his empty champagne glass. “Now let’s get out of this rain. I want some cake!”

[kumarprakash]

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An over-the-door mirror is a fantastic option if floor space is limited. These mirrors are useful because they let you check your appearance or attire without taking up any important wall or floor space, which is especially useful in small bathrooms or bedrooms. Because they don't need to be mounted, they're also a great choice for rentals.

The best spot is on the rear of a bathroom or bedroom door.

Advice: To avoid warping over time, use a mirror with a strong backing or frame.

6. Mirrors that lean

Because they give a dramatic, elegant touch without taking up wall space, leaning mirrors—especially large ones—are ideal for tiny spaces. They are simple to move and rearrange, which is ideal if you frequently switch up your décor. A large mirror placed in a corner creates the appearance of depth and reflects more of the space.

The best places are at the end of a hallway, by the living room seating area, or in a corner of a bedroom.

Advice: For added safety, especially in households with kids or dogs, fasten tilting mirrors to the wall.

7. Mirrored Backsplashes or Accent Walls

For a truly transformative effect, consider installing a mirrored backsplash in a kitchen or a mirrored accent wall in a small living area. Mirrored tiles or panels reflect light and give the illusion of added space. In compact kitchens, a mirrored backsplash can make even the smallest room feel airy and open.

Best placement: Small kitchens, bathrooms, or a living room feature wall.

Tip: Keep mirrored walls clean and smudge-free to maintain their reflective quality.

8. Window Pane Mirrors

Window pane-style mirrors are excellent for small rooms because they mimic the look of a window, adding architectural interest while reflecting light. These mirrors often come in various sizes and grid patterns, and they’re ideal for brightening up spaces with limited natural light.

Best placement: In rooms with little or no windows, such as dining rooms, living rooms, or hallways.

Tip: Choose a frame finish that complements the rest of your room’s décor for a cohesive look.

Conclusion:

Enhancing light, creating space, and avoiding overpowering the space with large or heavy frames are the main objectives when choosing mirrors for tiny spaces. The size and positioning of the mirror are important; to get the most impact, place a huge mirror in the darkest area of the room or across from a window. You can make even the tiniest space seem larger and brighter by adding mirrors that complement your design and taste.

[yuuseiphoto]

Week3

This photo has a very small aperture size and the hole is very large. So depth of field is narrow and the background is blurred.

The point of view may be Becoming the subject because it seems like the object and the line of sight level are same height. The shape is triangle with the face as the top. There are vertical line of doll and horizontal line of table. There are not much contrast of light and tone and it has an overall non-bright white color.

The subject is greatly emphasized by reducing the aperture and blurring the background. I can recognize details and feel beauty of the doll. There is reality because it doesn’t have contrast of tone.

series

Most of the photos are of women's faces with serious expressions. There are also photos of plants, insects and scenery.

Many photos relates women but they don’t looks happy. I can feel kindness in photos of the hands and berries. So I think it shows various lifestyle of women.

Many photos have a small aperture and focus on one object. But photos which photographer wants to see the background like the picture of two men kissing is clear overall. Point of view is eye level. Shapes is various but many of them are triangles with top at center. A lot of light is shining from the front. The contrast of tone isn’t much but many photos a little orange color.

The common point is women.

Before I read information, I noticed about only women life. After I read information, I understood meaning of photos of buildings, spider web wall and two kissing men.

The first photo was taken using fluorescent room light. It’s the most common and doesn’t have huge character. Since the light is on the ceiling, it is diffused and the entire area is illuminated. The second photo was taken using natural light. This day is cloudy so the white light is diffused and hits a wide area from the window side. This photo is similar to first one but the colors are a little warm and the shadows look natural. The third photo was taken using orange light. I feel like warm and delicious. The fourth photo was taken using flash. The flash is the most white and easy to recognize shapes and color of this apple. But it looks cool and mechanical. The fifth photo was taken using desk light from above. Light rarely comes from directly above, so shadows and light reflections are a little unnatural. The fifth photo was taken using desk light from left side. It’s also unnatural but artistic because light and shadow are separated clearly. And I feel a little scared from these two photos because shadows are large.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The General (Part 7): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: the General makes you train, you wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into, and plans are revealed. 

wc: 2K

tw: none

a/n: Thank you for being patient, sunshines! 7.5 will be out tonight as a huge thank you to all of my followers and anons who are reading. You all are just amazing. 

masterlist

“Take a break!” The heavy rake is tossed to the ground,and you struggle for air, panting and coughing. Torturing you with the rake-swinging seemed to be Geto’s objective today, and it’s taking the life out of your body. 

As you rest on your back - facing the sky - there’s a massive gust of air above you, and you tilt your head back to see a tiny, raven haired boy standing above you. He’s fanning you eagerly, face scrunched up in frown as he exerts all of his energy on the fan. Your first reaction is to stare at the child in fascination; the next is to laugh. 

“Junpei…” you chuckle, and the child stops, letting the fan drift to his side. “You’re too sweet.” He nods once, huffing out a short breath, then starts fanning you again, making your hair blow back behind your ears. 

“Giving Lady y/n a nice breeze, Junpei?” Geto asks, walking towards you two with the rake in his hand. 

“Yes, Master Geto,” Junpei affirms, scrunching his face up even more as he increases  the force of his fanning. Geto leans on the rake and watches the scene with a small smile on his face, and you allow Junpei to continue his task for a moment longer before standing. You grin at the child, placing a hand on his head as you murmur:

“Thank you, sweet one.” His hair bobs as he bows to you, then to Geto, and dashes off into the camp once more. You watch the child run off, his hair flying in the stale air of the mid-day. 

“You have quite a few admirers, I see,” Geto begins, and you shake your head. “First, little Itadori, now Junpei… who’s next, I wonder?”

“I would like to wager a certain General would be next in line to try and win my hand,” you reply; Geto straightens up immediately and walks closer to you, a lazy grin painted on his face. 

“Well, it seems that General might have quite a difficult time getting past your growing line of suitors.” You both chuckle, and Geto tilts up your chin with a forefinger. You’re prepared to kiss him - well, that is until he stops and says:

“Only six more sets of ten swings to go.”

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 You can barely bring your spoon to your lips during lunch. 

“My Lady, do you require assistance?” 

You shake your head no, but your arms are screaming please help us. 

It was one thing to have to swing until the sun went down. It’s an entirely different thing to not only swing seventy times but also run laps around the field like a soldier in training. You felt exhausted by the third lap, but Geto encouraged you to run more; his hands on his knees as he watched you turn into a floundering fish on land. 

The other women surely watched you train with a curious eye. No one dares to ask why you allow Geto to reduce you to mush in full view of the camp, even though they know why you let him do it. 

Because he turns you to mush when they’re not watching, as well. 

“Master Geto?” Kaori shouts, standing from her seated position on the tarp laid out in the grass. 

“No, don’t!” you cry out, but she’s already trudging down the field, leaving you behind as she calls Geto’s name over and over again. You curse softly, sitting down your soup with agonizing slowness and try to stand from where you’re sitting, but your legs will not move an inch. 

“She can barely move; how do you expect her to eat lunch and remain healthy if you render her arms useless? Then you walk off, leaving her to her own devices! You don’t pay me enough to feed her like you do during dinner.” Kaori is stomping back up to you, followed closely by Geto, who is shrugging on his haori and appears to be rather alarmed. “You should take better care of your captives, Master Geto. Look at her!” 

You try your best to look as painless as possible, but the facade is broken when Geto extends a hand out and you grimace as you try to reach your own hand out. His face falls instantly and without speaking, he hoists you up into his arms. “Kaori, bring her soup, please. I’ll feed her myself.” Your head rests against his broad chest limply, and the way that his heart beats wildly against your ears oddly soothes you. You’re in pain, yes, but you’re not completely immune to the way he makes your heart stutter and trip over itself when he’s near you. And you’ve never been as near to him as you are now. 

“When you are in pain, you need to say something,” Geto chastises as he lays you in the bed, folding a fur up before resting you against it and sitting beside you. “Kaori made it sound like you were dying.” 

“I wasn’t dying,” you retort. “I tried to prevent her from saying anything.” 

“So, you thought I wouldn’t find out later?” When the head maid deposits the soup bowl into Geto’s hands, he looks up at you and raises a brow. 

“No, I--” 

“Open.” A spoonful of clear onion soup is presented to you, and you obey, knowing your argument is completely lost already. “It’s my duty to make sure you’re taken care of while you’re here,” he continues, offering another spoonful. “You should let me know when you’re struggling, or when you need something.” 

Your mouth is full of soup, so you can’t reply like you want to. But what would you even say? Would you tell him that you’ve been struggling between your plan - which had been altered slightly over the past few days - or would you tell him you needed him in more ways than one?  

“Master Geto,” a voice calls out at the opening of the tent. You don’t recognize the voice at all, but when the person walks through the flaps, you recognize his face. His wide, dark blue eyes are all-too familiar, and the young man’s mouth presses together in a thin line at the sight of you being spoon-fed by Geto. This is the same man who captured you when you tried to run away the first time. 

“Yuta, I’m glad you’re here. What do you have for me?” Yuta… The name rings a bell along with the memory of Nanami mentioning him when talking about the new emissary. Yuta produces a thin roll of brown paper and hands it to Geto. 

“They’re not going to send another emissary.” The implications of this knowledge brings the weight of the world down on your shoulders, and you look to Geto’s face, which is blank. 

“Wait, but that means--” you’re quickly interrupted by Yuta’s sharp eyes cutting to you, and Geto chuckles. 

“That means I’d better get you all settled in the next village as soon as possible.” 

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“What if the elders don’t agree to his plan?” you wonder aloud, and Kaori runs water down your arms before answering softly. 

“Then he will wipe the village out, my Lady.” 

“But how? And single handedly?” 

“I won’t claim to know how he does it. I have never been privy to his methods, nor would I want to be.” 

You think about Kaori’s words long after the bath was over, alone in the bedroom and wrapped in furs. The thought of Geto slaughtering an entire village is chilling, but his truly ruthless side was not something you had been exposed to. You shake thoughts of death out of your mind and stand from the bed, dragging the fur pelt behind you as you stride over to Geto’s desk to eye his newest plans. 

The page full of black and red ink marks is unfamiliar to you, and you can’t make heads or tails of the drawings despite looking at it from different angles. The mystery of the paper engrosses you fully - so much so that you don’t hear someone approaching you from behind. 

“They’re formations.” Yuta speaks behind you, and you jolt, knocking your hip against the table. 

“I b-beg your pardon?” you stutter, clutching the pelt around you tightly. 

“Formations... for battle.”  Yuta reaches over to point at a circle and then to the arrows moving away from it. “This is the center of the formation - where Master Gojo will be - and this,” he points to the triangle at the head of the formation. “Is where Master Geto will be.” 

“Why is Gojo well-protected and not Geto?” The inquiry is met with laughter as Yuta slides the paper away from you. 

“He’s not being protected. He’s protecting everyone else.” 

“And when is this occurring?” Yuta raises a brow, looking over at you with a tender gaze. 

“Haibara and Gojo are negotiating with the closest village as we speak, but we could encounter the Imperial Warriors at any time. This could happen tomorrow, if I’m being honest.” 

“Tomorrow?” Your shock doesn’t affect the young man at all, and he steps away from you, eyeing you carefully. 

“I won’t say anything further. Geto is protecting you from this information for some reason, and has obviously commanded Kaori to say nothing as well.” With this, he exits, and you’re left looking at the squares, circles, and triangles while wondering where you fit into all of this mess. 

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Your encounter with Yuta gave you more questions than answers, and when the bed dips behind you, you roll over to meet Geto face to face, intent on getting answers.

“I thought you were asleep.” You don’t respond to the statement, instead sitting up fully and pushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“You should have told me that you could go to war at any time.” Geto frowns, sliding in next to you and tilting his head to the side. 

“I’m waiting on word from Haiba--” 

“And that. What happened to my village after you took me?” 

“Little one, I haven’t touched your village. You would know if I made any decisions about the fate of your peers.” 

“Kaori doesn’t know what happened to her family, and she’s just a maid! Why would you feel obligated to tell me - a captive - about my family?” 

“You’re more than just a captive to me, y/n. You know that,” he whispers, blinking slowly. 

“Right, I’m a pawn,” you grunt. “I asked you to tell me your game, and now I’m asking you again. What do you plan on doing with me while you’re away at war? I know you’re not stupid enough to leave me here while you’re away and can’t keep an eye on--” 

Geto puts up a hand, trying to stop you from speaking. “You’re right, I hav--” 

“Did you know I tried to run away?” The General looks at you, face blank. “But I came back and…” You fumble for the words, but they don’t feel right in your mouth. So, you rephrase. “I came back because…” You pause. You remember the reason you justified coming back, but it doesn’t make sense now. You can’t even say you followed your own plan. It had fallen by the wayside the moment Geto’s lips met yours; that you knew for a fact. 

“Nanami watched you; I knew you left the tent the moment you began walking across the camp,” he admits, and your lips part in surprise. “But you turned around. I came to confront you after dinner, and that’s why I was at the tent when you started to yell. My anger overshadowed my disappointment, but then even that was overshadowed by my desire to have you.” 

“Then why--” 

“I’m not leaving you here; you’re absolutely right about that. I wanted to wait to tell you when the time was right, but… I suppose now is the time. Your carriage will leave as soon as Gojo and Haibara send word back to me about the village. I’m sending you home.”

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[looneywrites]

a little sweetness for the pain

The last Jilytober 2021 prompt fill for @jilytoberfest. Find this on AO3.

20) Comforting after nightmares & 23) Sharing desserts

The moon was high in the sky as huge gusts of wind rattled through the trees, swinging their branches. The streets of Godric’s Hollow were quiet, the neighborhood deeply asleep at the late hour. Lily Evans-Potter was one such resident, whose peaceful sleep was suddenly broken by a bang against her bedroom window. She sat up quickly, her bedspread falling to her lap, heart racing and wand clasped tightly in hand. Looking around the dark room, she heaved in a deep breath at the clear lack of threat, moonlight through the window providing a little illumination.

Turning to her right, she saw to her disappointment no one there, the sheets cold and her husband gone. She sighed, pushing off the bed covers and swung her legs over the edge. Rubbing her eyes, Lily got up, slipped on some slippers and shuffled her way out of the room. She quietly pushed open the door next to her bedroom and walked over to the crib in the center.

There nestled beneath a red knitted blanket lay her son. He breathed in gently, small hands clenched lightly near his head, peacefully sleeping— undisturbed by his mother. His thick, curly black hair lay mussed on the sheet, as Lily gazed at him, his usual active body still with sleep. She smiled tremulously, love for her baby almost choking her with its intensity, and ran a finger down his soft brown cheek. Harry snuffled adorably but didn’t twitch at her touch. Heart settled at the sight of her son safe and warm, Lily slowly retreated from the nursery, leaving the door slightly ajar.

She made her way down the stairs, eyes catching on the single light that was on. Lily stopped in the entryway to the kitchen in their small cottage, and smiled fondly at her husband. James sat at the kitchen table, his back to her, hands around a mug and gaze lost in thought. She padded over to him, steps silent, and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. He turned his head silently at her touch, allowing her to nestle her nose in his neck.

“Why are you down here?”

He sighed, lifting one hand to grip her and didn’t respond. She turned his head to look at her, sharp green eyes taking in the deep bags under his eyes. His face was lined with stress, the usual sparkle in his hazel eyes gone. Lily brushed her fingers along his jaw, cupping his face gently before pressing a small kiss against his forehead. She unwrapped her arms from him and walked over to the fridge. Shivering slightly at the brush of cold air, Lily quickly scanned the contents before pulling out the plate of leftover cake. She placed the dish before James, grabbing two forks before sitting in the chair next to his.

She uncovered the soft cake, lemon flavor still fragrant, and cut a small piece for her husband. A half stern look had James acquiescing easily to her unspoken demand, and he took the proffered cake to his mouth. She quickly speared a piece for herself, and they sat there in the cold kitchen at an ungodly hour for some time. Lily placed her bare legs on her husband’s lap, shamelessly tucking her body closer to his as they ate. When the cake had been reduced to a smatter of crumbs, James gently placed his fork on the table and turned to her, burying his face in her shoulder. She felt his glasses dig a little in the gap left by her worn t-shirt, and quickly lifted her hands to run through his hair.

Soothed by the rhythmic circles she was pressing into his scalp, James whispered the dream that had woken him and driven him to the kitchen. He clasped her waist tightly, voice shaking at the terror that had rocked him, and she let him cling to her, humming softly in comfort. Lily felt her own heart race at the horrors he whispered to her, but let him speak himself hoarse. When he was done talking, she moved back slowly and cupped her husband’s face in her hands.  

“I’m okay darling. Harry is safe, fast asleep in his crib. Sirius and the rest of the boys are as safe as can be. We’re all safe,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. James heaved in a shaky breath, arms tightening around her and pressed his forehead against hers. She stroked the stubble on his jaw, then moved her hands around his neck and pulled him closer. They stayed in the kitchen, curled tightly around each other as the night wore on, until the first rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, bringing forth a new day.

[anightflower]

Come and Find Me

Chapter One: I’m Stuck 

I won’t lie when writing the cute parts of the story I listened to “I’m Stuck” by Noah Cyrus.  

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: None 

Read Prologue here   Masterlist

You stumbled into your favorite coffee shop. You were a mess this morning and it’s all because your alarm decided to fuck you over and not wake you up on time. Luckily your body didn’t completely betray you, naturally waking up an hour later than you had planned, but still giving you a half hour to get to your meeting. 

You had screamed when you saw the time, this meeting could be your next big break, and getting there late was not how you wanted to start a new design deal. At a mere 23 years old you were still making your way up into the world. After graduating college a semester early you had worked your ass off and started your own independent interior design business. You focused on designing office spaces for big businesses using workplace psychology to create an environment that brought up productivity and reduced the stress of workers. 

Your business was slowly gaining traction, but the company you were meeting today could really put your name out there. 

You had planned to wake up early, put yourself together and center yourself over a cup of coffee, however, life can never be that simple. So here you were, quick light makeup and your hair in a simple bun rather than the elaborate “I am a professional” look you planned. The one thing you did have going for you was your outfit, a white blouse that complimented your figure and tan capri pants, with a strappy heeled sandal. You had made sure it was spotless and ironed before your big day today, so at least you had that going for you. 

“Oh darling, you look a bit out of it, are you alright?” Your favorite barista and dear friend Ava, asked, her green eyes filled with concern. 

“Av, you would not believe the hell of the morning I’ve had.” You groaned. “I woke up late today and I have that huge meeting I told you about and all of the things I had planned to keep me grounded and ready flew out the window.”

Ava let out a tsk sound and patted your hand. “Oh babe, in that case, coffee’s on me. Take a deep breath. You’ve been planning for this meeting for weeks and with that amount of work and dedication, you’re definitely going to knock’em dead.” 

“Ave, you are the light of my life.” You said, already feeling lighter than you did when you first entered. 

“Oh babe, I know.” She winked, brushing a stray purple bang out of her eye. “I want an update on everything afterwards, you’ve got my number! James will have your coffee ready for you at the other end. Good luck!” 

“Thank you! I promise I will!” You grinned and made your way to the other end of the counter, where your coffee was waiting. 

Knowing your order by heart, James had already started your latte the moment you walked in, you thanked whatever God listening that it was ready so fast. James gave you a shy smile and handed you the coffee. “Here you go.”

“Thanks James.” You gave him a kind smile and turned to leave. Glancing down at your watch, you realized you had ten minutes to get to your meeting, but luckily it was just up the block so you would get there right on time. 

But like you said nothing is ever easy. You weren’t exactly paying attention as you walked out of the store, you were double checking your bag to make sure you had everything, so naturally you slammed into someone, causing coffee to get all over your blouse.

You let out a yelp, while a large hand came out to steady you. “I am so sorry! Are you alright?” A male voice asked. 

“Well, aside from the fact that I have a meeting that could change my life in 5 minutes and now I look like a disheveled mess with coffee on her blouse, I’m fine.” You grumbled finally looking at the face of your accidental attacker. Your heart stopped for a moment. 

He was stunning. Shoulder length curly brown hair, caramel eyes, and a TALL, fit body.

He was clearly flustered as your eyes met. His face had a gentle dusting of pink across it and his eyes could barely meet yours. “I really am sorry, I wasn’t paying attention- uh- here!” He began to shrug off his cardigan. “This should be able to cover up most of the stains.” He thrust the sweater towards you. 

Now it was your turn to be flustered. “Oh no, really, I can figure something out-” 

“You said this meeting is supposed to change your life right?” He interrupted before you could stutter out anymore excuses. You nodded. “While I don’t want to be the person that ruins your life. Just wear it to your meeting and uh, how about we meet back here tomorrow morning and you can just give it back to me then?” He blushed a deeper crimson, as a big smile grew across your face. 

“I would love that, thank you so much.” You put on his cardigan and buttoned it up. He was right, almost all of the stains were covered. “How do I look? Professional?” You asked him.

“Beautiful- I mean yes, professional, you look great!” He smiled, pushing a shoulder length curl behind his ear.

You blushed, but quickly forced yourself to regain your composure. “So I’ll meet you here at 7 tomorrow-” You paused looking at him for his name. 

“Dr. Reid, well, Spencer, call me Spencer.” 

“Spencer.” You smiled. “I will see you tomorrow then.” 

That was the first time you met Spencer Reid.

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The next morning, Spencer arrived 30 minutes early to the coffee shop to get a table, he felt fidgety and nervous. He hadn’t even caught your name yesterday before you left and he felt like an idiot. Of course he bumps into the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, spilt coffee all over her, AND forgot to ask her her name. Part of him was worried you wouldn’t even show up, it’s not exactly the best first meeting. 

30 minutes later when you walked in, he thanked a God he didn’t even believe in. You looked less bewildered than you did yesterday, but no less beautiful. 

You had chosen to go for a business casual look, your hair curled and flowing past your shoulders, a deep red blouse, black denim jeans, and black heeled boots. You had Spencer’s cardigan draped over your arm, you had made sure to wash it before giving back to him. 

You searched around the patrons until your eyes met Spencer’s, your whole face lit up as you made your way over to him. 

You had no idea that somebody else was watching you as you made your way over to him. You were too distracted by Spencer to feel the angry gaze that burned into your back.

“Hi.” You said shyly as you sat down. 

“Hey.” Spencer said smiling at you. 

“Were you waiting long?” You asked, a concerned look crossing your face.

“Oh no, not at all, I just came a few minutes early to get us a good seat.” Spencer lied, not wanting you to know how early he actually came. 

“Well you choose right, this is the best seat in the house. It’s right by the counter where you pick up coffee, but it’s the perfect window seat to people watch.” You explained. 

“Yeah, did you know coffee is actually a fruit?” Spencer asked you. “They’re actually the pit of a berry and grow on a bush. 

You let out a giggle, “No, I had no idea that was even a thing. At least I can use that as an excuse when I get chastised for drinking too much. Where did you learn that?” 

Spencer blushed. “I tend to pick up random knowledge here and there. Which reminds me, I never got your name yesterday before you ran off.” 

“Well Dr. Spencer Reid, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You grinned offering him a hand. “No fancy title, but I am doing my best for simply being a Miss.” 

Spencer would usually avoid handshakes due to all the germs, however he wanted nothing more than to shake your hand, which was warm and soft. 

“(Y/N).” He tested your name out on his tongue. You smiled. 

“Have you gotten a coffee yet?” You asked him, getting up to head to order.

“I had one a bit earlier, but I could use another one.” Spencer answered, getting up to follow you. 

As you approached the counter you tried to ignore the smug look Ava gave you, praying she wouldn’t say anything. She gave Spencer a not so subtle up and down look, checking him out and obviously finding him attractive. You gave Ava a stern look that told her not to say a word. 

She just gave you a wink. Spencer had picked up on all of this, his profiler skills not missing a thing. A small smile crept across his face and he swallowed back a laugh. 

You gestured for Spencer to go first, “I’m buying, to thank you for letting me borrow your sweater yesterday.” 

Spencer looked at you in bewilderment. “No way! If anything I’m buying for destroying your coffee and spilling it all over your blouse before your ‘life changing’ meeting!”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Spencer, just order the damn coffee. I promise you it won’t break my bank. Especially after I got the design yesterday.” You grinned. 

 Ava let out a squeal. “You did not! Oh my god, I knew you could do it girl! All of your hard work paid off!” 

Spencer’s face lit up. “Congratulations! I’m glad our collision didn’t ruin anything.” 

You let out a laugh. “If anything I think your cardigan brought me good luck, I even got a couple compliments on it. I may just have to keep it.” You teased 

Spencer’s heart warmed at the idea of you wearing his clothes. “Well if it brought you that much luck, maybe I’ll just let you keep it.”

A voice behind the two of you cleared their throat. “Are you guys going to order? Some of us have places to be.” 

You glanced behind you at the woman, a small line had apparently grown behind you and Spencer.  “Sorry about that. Ava I’ll just do my usual. Do not let Spencer pay.” 

Ava raised her hands defensively. “I’m just here to make coffee love.” 

“I’ll just do a large coffee with extra cream and a lot of sugar.”  Spencer said. 

You went to grab your wallet from your purse, but Spencer cut you off, cash already in hand. 

“Spencer.” You whined and Spencer just shrugged. 

As you made your way to the counter, you found it a bit strange that James had just left your coffees there. Usually he would at least wait a moment to say hi before taking off to make more orders, but you shrugged it off, they did have a line right now so he probably had to focus on getting the coffees out to customers. 

Though the two of you only got to spend about an hour together, the two of you had immediately hit it off, completely unaware of the eyes that had been burning through you as they watched throughout what you and Spencer would later consider your first date. 

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From there it was a whirlwind of dates snuck between cases and your design jobs. After a little over a month Spencer had asked to officially call you his girlfriend and you had obviously accepted.  

It was ridiculously cliche how quickly the both of you had fallen for each other, but you had just seemed to click right away. You loved Spencer’s logical mind that went on and on with random facts, he loved your creativity and energy. Your minds worked well together, helping each other out when the other got stuck. 

As your relationship progressed, you found yourself spending more and more time at each other's apartments.

“Ava, he's just a dream. I’ve never felt like this with anyone ever.” You explained joyfully. 

You had sat in your regular window seat, while Ava remained on the  other side of the service counter. It was a bit slow in the shop today, so she had come over to get all the details on “your smokeshow boyfriend.” Since she was the manager of the shop and beloved by her boss, she could get away with it.

“Oh hon, if he has a brother, let me know.” She purred, sneaking a glance over her shoulder to check on James who was holding down the fort for her. The boy stood by the register, poor thing looking a bit bored. 

James was a year younger than you and apparently starting grad school, but his shyness made him seem so much younger that you felt this slight protectiveness over him even if you only knew him from around the shop and stories from Ava. 

His eyes met yours and you gave him a sympathetic smile. He blushed deeply and turned away, scampering to busy himself. 

You looked back at Ava, giving a little nod towards James, “What about James? He seems sweet and he’s cute.” You waggled your eyebrows at her. 

Ava snickered. “(Y/N/N), he is sweet, but way too shy, he can barely look me in the eye. I need someone who’s more of a dom if you know what I mean.” She smirked. 

You pouted at her. “Poor James.” 

Ava shrugged, “He’ll find his someone. Anyway you’re switching the topic, back to your dreamboat. You said he was an FBI agent? That’s heroic and sexy.” 

You rolled your eyes at her. “Yes, he’s part of the Behavior Analysis Unit. They create profiles to help solve different criminal cases. It’s actually amazing. Spencer is giving a lecture about it at a college this Friday if you want to come with me.” 

“I’ll come, but only if I get to officially meet your sexy doctor superhero boyfriend.” Ava smirked. 

“Well obviously.” You smiled. 

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The boy’s breathing was heavy as he struggled to control his anger. He watched the Doctor’s tall form strutting across the stage, his long brown hair swinging back and forth as he broke down profiling and the criminal cases he and his BAU team had solved. 

From where he sat in the lecture hall he could watch the doctor while also keeping an eye on you. You were sitting near the front, your friend by your side.  It was hard to miss her with her deep purple hair, that’s how he always found you. Though to him, you outshined everyone in the room. Even the ridiculous doctor. 

He growled to himself as he observed your look of awe. He knew you two had made your relationship official. He knew almost every detail. Like how last weekend, the Doctor had come home early from a case and had surprised you with your favorite flowers: pink dahlias. You had spent the whole rest of the weekend together; you had brought him to your favorite Thai place, then went to both of your favorite bookstores. He knew everything. 

He knew where you lived, your schedule, the design projects you were working on. He watched and he listened. He followed you home some days. Other days, he would simply wait outside your apartment building. He knew what window to watch if he wanted to catch a glimpse of you. 

The worst days are when the Doctor would be with you. He would watch as you two joked around and kissed, it made him sick. 

He didn’t like the Doctor. He hated hearing him ramble on to you. Fact after fact, never shutting up. But he understood him as he had researched him, found his accomplishments; he was a prodigal, graduating high school at the age of 12 and earned three PhDs. He worked for the FBI, catching criminals and profiling them. The Doctor constantly had something to prove, how could you be with a man so weak?

The Doctor was someone who could hardly befriend anyone besides his books, so how had the Doctor gotten you, when he had always been there? The Doctor did not deserve you, the Doctor could not give you what he could. Yet here you were, giving this man a ridiculous moon-eyed look that he did not deserve. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. He got up and left. 

He made his way down the hall towards an all-too familiar office, one that he practically lived in. 

He was greeted by his usual cheery eyed professor, Professor Irving. 

Never one to miss anything, Professor Irving raised an eyebrow. “You’re back early, how was the lecture?” Professor Irving asked. “Isn’t that Dr. Reid something else?”

“He’s alright. Someone worth looking into for sure. I left early to get ahead of these reports you wanted me to help grade, I do have a life outside of classes.” 

Professor Irving smirked at him. “Son, I have known you too long, the only three places you go are classes, your job, and your apartment. I was hoping this lecture would show you how much the world has to offer, I mean look at Dr. Reid! He was one of the youngest to ever join the BAU-”

“ENOUGH about Dr. Reid!” He growled, interrupting his professor. 

Professor Irving just stared at his student, shell-shocked. 

The boy shook his head and rubbed his face. “I’m sorry professor, that was uncalled for, I have just been stressed lately.” The boy began picking up the papers he had to grade. He wanted to get through some of these as quick as possible, that way he could spend his weekend with you. 

Professor Irving solemnly nodded. “I understand. I know you’ve been stressed lately, is that girl of yours acting up still?”

The boy sighed as he shrugged on his bag full of student’s reports. “Something like that. Listen, I know you said Dr. Reid is going to continue to come back and give lectures every few weeks or so. I will go to those ones and actually stay for them. Who knows? Maybe it will help me with my thesis paper. I just- I just can’t focus tonight, but I will do better. I promise.” 

Professor Irving nodded. “Of course, let me know if there is anything I can do to help.” 

The boy nodded then left the room.

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[blueprint-han]

at eleven night, find me ↠ hjs.

genre: sorta platonic au? ; fluff, just petting Jisung’s head as he falls asleep on your lap 🥺

⇥ warnings: none at all.

wc: 1.3 K 🤡 (sighs why am I like this)

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Han Jisung, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: drabble

network tag: @stayverse​​ @districtninewriters​​ @inkidz​​

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @sleepylixie ​ (requests for this are closed now!)

↯ note: okay so fair warning, I wrote this in 2 hours at midnight whilst I was sleep deprived, so if it’s bad that’s why. :(( Hops you like it though, and I’m willing to redo it if you didn’t <33 🥺😔🥀 ⇥ dawn.☀️

The annoying rooster that popped out of your antique clock did it’s usual routine at 11 pm, though it was surprising of you to anticipate the loud shrill of the bell when it did so. You weren’t even sleepy, just on edge with wanting to meet your friend after a long time. 

You’d admittedly missed Han Jisung, your best friend a lot. His presence every evening beside you, his cute pouty eyes and the way he’d fill his cheeks with food, making him look like the sweetest, cutest squirrel. He wouldn’t let anyone touch his cheeks, but he’d make an exception for you, especially because he’d secretly love it when you’d cup his cheeks and swoon over how adorably red he’d turn when he was shy. 

There was no wrong happening that kept the both of you separated this week, just that you were busy with your thesis and he was busy with his music assignments; and overall the week had reduced you to a tired, grubby state. You so desperately wished to just let go, relax and have a fun time — and it was going to happen soon enough, you figured. Han Jisung had every which way of making you laugh, even if he did basically nothing.

How did you meet? It wasn’t a very special entrance, you just found that he sat alone at lunch, decided to approach him, talked to him for two days and viola, best friends. It sounded too good to be true on paper, but something about Jisung just… clicked. You shared mostly the same interests, and even if you didn’t, neither of you were unwilling to try new things. It was one hell of a wild experience to be with Jisung. Or Sungie, as you called him.

The lighting of your room was practically dim — owing to the “cozy” effect you were trying to create. Warm light splayed through the lamp placed on the wooden table — an antique one again, because you were a huge fanatic of antiques. The air smelled oddly of cinnamon and apple pie. Everything was just perfect — now you just needed one person to step through that door.

“Y/N!” 

And almost like it was fate, a heavy weight threw itself on your back, scaring the shit out of your senses as you shrieked loudly. 

“Agh!... Wha- Jisung!”

You slapped his arm, causing him to recoil in shock as he rubbed the area, a pout on his lips. “What?”

“Couldn’t you’ve rung the doorbell?”

“Couldn’t you’ve remembered to lock the door?” Jisung said, walking around the couch to plop down beside you. He’d changed his hair color, gone from a dirty ash blond to a jet black that complimented his skin tone more according to your preference. You’d had no time to keep up with yourself, let alone Jisung, so you figured you’d missed quite a lot of stuff.

His eyes still sparkled the same way, but his eyebags had gotten more prominent, and he seemed dull, like he’d missed out on days of sleep. Which you were sure he did. His hair fell over his eyes, however, masking how tired he truly was, but you could see through the mask very, very clearly. You also took a moment to admire how pretty he was, because admittedly, Han Jisung was drop dead gorgeous.

You succumbed to the temptation of running your fingers through his hair, strands soft on your skin as Jisung yawned at the action, the sound oh-so-pure and delicate. Tucking them behind his ears, you splayed a gentle smile on your lips as you watched Jisung take your hand in his.

“How was your week, love?” Jisung asked, leaning into the backrest of the couch as his eyes were close to fluttering shut, more because of the way you were running a thumb across the back of his hand. 

“It was okay, I guess.” You shrugged, reaching for the glass of water that was on the center table, relief running through you when the cool water rushed through your throat. You didn’t even know you were dehydrated, figuring that you were most likely distracted from Jisung’s arrival. “You look sleepy.” You pointed out as a matter of fact, noticing the way Jisung’s eyes were barely peeking out over his heavy, drooping eyelids.

“Yeah, I had to stay over at the studio a bunch of times so I’m sleep deprived, you could say.” His voice was raspy as sleep threatened to consume him when you reached out, lacing your hand through his hair again. You weren’t quite sleepy yourself, because you tended to be more of the night owl. Jisung looked absolutely ethereal in this lighting, honey caramel skin almost glowing in the faint light, accentuating his features.

It was always a common habit for you to run your hands through his hair and vice versa. You never remembered who picked up the habit, or when you picked it up, but it soon became an addiction to have Jisung’s fingers massaging your scalp slightly. And it was the same for him.

“Hey,” You slid a hand underneath his head, his warm cheek resting against your palm as Jisung opened his eyes only lightly to look up at you. “You’re gonna end up with a sprain if you fall asleep here.”

“But I haven’t talked to you in so long…” He murmured, nuzzling into your touch as he yawned yet again, and your heart fluttered in your chest. In all honesty, you didn’t know if your feelings for Jisung diverged from platonic affection, or if it was just your mind, and honestly, you didn’t really care either.

All you knew was that Jisung was here, you were here, in this moment, together. That was all, and that was enough.

The boy was taken aback for two seconds when you silently pulled him down, letting him rest his head on your lap before he got an idea of what you were implying. Throwing his legs on the couch Jisung snuggled into a warm, comfortable position. One of your hands tangled into his tresses again, while the other one was intertwined with Jisung’s slender, shorter fingers.

“Mmh,” He hummed in content, placing a soft kiss onto your thigh which led you to shiver. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.” You immediately replied, not an inch of hesitation in your voice.

“Tell me about your week then, love.” Jisung murmured, and you chuckled. Anyone could see how far drifted into sleep he already was, and honestly, a part of you loved how adorable he got when he was sleepy. Sleepy Jisung was more clingy, more whiny, and made your heart swell so much faster — it was almost unreal. He was just plain adorable.

You were tempted to ask him if he’d even stay up to hear the whole story, but nevertheless, you began reciting your hectic week, filled with all the fun memories, the stressful ones, the sad ones, all of them. At times you raised your voice, which jerked Jisung awake, but he’d just hum in content before falling back asleep, which would in turn only make you coo over how cute he was.

Jisung couldn’t help it either, your hands in his hair and your soft hand engulfing his own was admittedly too much for him to keep his eyes open. It was such a soothing feeling, at this place he felt his heart at peace. Relaxed. He could banish any negativity from his mind just by hearing your voice, now.

When you finished, Jisung was huddled into a ball, having fallen into deep slumber as you continued patting his head. The gentle smile that always found itself when Jisung was like this creeped back up to your lips, your eyes fluttering close as you simply took in the delicateness of the moment. 

It was almost midnight now, and even though you and Jisung had barely talked, you felt as though you’d communicated for years, simply by hearing each other out. Your friendship wasn’t the kind that could be found anywhere — it had to be made, and a part of it was gifted. It was the best gift, really. 

Because when the clock struck eleven night, you knew you could always find him, no matter what.

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: My Boy Builds Coffins (John Wick x Unamed OFC)

Summary: Follow up to this drabble. You and John get some unwanted visitors during sex.

Author’s Notes: This one was requested by @keandrews​ who wanted something like the sex scene from Shoot’em up. Hope I did justice to your prompt, dear. Feedback is always appreciated.

Wordcount: 1822

Warnings: mild violence; smut (rough sex)

The last thing you expected to see when you pulled the door of your bedroom open was Wick lounging on you couch, in only his trousers, checking his guns. You thought he had left after the night activities and at the memory of it, you felt a sweet ache between your legs.

It had been quite a while since you had been fucked that hard. You didn’t allow many men to have that power over you. You were born into the High Table, that seat was your legacy. You were the boss, but last night you were nothing but a plaything for Wick to use and fuck and you had loved every single second of it. Even now as you watched his back, the dark ink of his tattoos, the muscles rippling under the skin as he moved his hands over the dark metal of his weapons, you felt that ache become something more. A throbbing of need.

“You’re still here,” you commented, walking into your kitchen, surprised by the warm aroma of coffee.

“I’m your protective detail, princess,” he said, smooth baritone sending chills down your spine. “I’ll go where you go. I stay if you stay.”

“And if I don’t want you?” You challenged, sipping your coffee. It was perfect. Better than you could ever manage. “If I told you to leave?”

“I answer to your father, not you.” Wick replied simply, getting to his feet and giving you a nice view of all of bites and scratches you left on his skin. “May I use your shower?”

You considered saying no for a moment. Just to be petty, but what you be the point? It wasn’t like Wick would pop out for a bath and come back. So, with a sigh, you nodded watching him disappear into your bedroom before you took a seat at your kitchen isle, browsing your phone.

Your father hated that you insisted in going to college away from home, all the way in New York, but you needed to feel like a normal person every once in a while, and not the heiress of a crime family. You left Mexico to study here despite his protests, getting and MBA in business and administration. If you were gonna run the family one day, might as well learn.

Your life was completely different here in NY and you loved it. No one knew who you were; no one shook at the mention of your last name. You were just you. You had never been your own person before. It was quite strange. So, you grew careless.

Going into Camora’s domain hadn’t been your idea. Just one of your friends who wanted to check out this new club, hang out with this hot Italian guy, who happened to be Santino D’Antonio and the second he laid eyes on you, he knew. He knew you were alone. Vulnerable. And the target was on your back.

Or that was what your father believed. You still thought the near hit and run was a coincidence. After all, Santino wouldn’t risk a war trying to kill you, would he? Surely, he wasn’t that stupid. Or at least his father wouldn’t be.

And since your father had no evidence that it was the Camora, he couldn’t take revenge. Not without causing uproar with the High Table. Instead, he got in touch with Winston, who got in touch with Wick. He might be under Tarasov’s service, but he could still take side jobs and that’s how you ended up with Baba Yaga as your babysitter.

Drumming on the counter top, you set your phone aside again and moved into the bedroom just in time to see Wick stepping out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his dark hair and running in small rivulets down his strong chest. His dark eyes peered at you; one eyebrow cocked in question.

You answered by pulling the sleeping shirt over your head, standing in front of him in only your tiny sleeping shorts. If you’re gonna have a fucking bodyguard, then you’re gonna take advantage of it.

“Didn’t you get enough, last night?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

“Why? Tired?” You challenged, pressing your body against his, the warmth of his recent shower a nice contrast with your cool skin. “Was that all you got, Wick?”

“You like to toe the line, huh?” Wick asked, one large hand coming to your nape, burying into your hair and tugging back with enough force to have you whining and pressing your legs together against the throbbing in your center.

You liked that he could do that to you. You liked that Wick was tall and broad and huge against your tiny frame and he could do whatever he wanted to you.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” he asked, his mouth hovering over yours and you gasped, the smell of him heady and intoxicating.

“Fuck me, John,” you replied, looking at him from under your lashes. “Make me your dirty little slut.”

The kiss was anything but soft. John claimed your mouth, all teeth and tongue as he picked you up and all but threw on the bed, climbing on top of you, towel falling away and revealing him in all his glory. The toned body, pale scars and the hard cock that had made you see stars last night.

His mouth was on yours again, his hands grabbing and squeezing, touches harsh and at the edge of painful, lighting up your body with need. Your cunt drenched; mewling sounds muffled by his tongue plundering your mouth.

John bit and sucked down your neck, making you arch and moan, fingers digging into his back, nails sinking in his flesh but he barely seemed to notice as he licked at your lower belly, making your quiver and gasp, arms coming up your head and pressing against metal beneath your pillow.

You didn’t have time to wonder what it was, before John’s mouth descended on your pussy, sucking and licking and kissing, making your buck and keen, pleasure washing through your body as your thighs quaked and he had to keep them spread apart with his hands.

As your climax built, you were completely unaware of anything aside from the ecstasy you felt. Your eyes closed; your hearing overtaken by the blood rushing through your ears. Your skin overheated and tingly, slick with sweat and when John crawled back on top of you, your sense of touch was reduced to the pressure of his strong body covering yours, the feel of his large cock piercing through your folds, making you scream in bliss. The only thing you tasted was him. The only thing you smelled was him.

And then burned gunpowder.

When you were 10, your parents took you to an amusement park. It was your first time in a rollercoaster and even though you were terrified, that feeling when your stomach dropped right as the cart took a plunge, was terrifying and exhilarating and not all that different from what you felt when John rolled over, pulling you roughly with him.

Your eyes flew open with loud thud of John’s body hitting the ground, he let out a pained grunt, his right arm pushing your head down on his chest before the noise of gunshots deafened you to anything else. Your ears were still echoing when John pushed you off him, his face drawn into a deep, murderous scowl as he surveyed the room.

“Bathroom. Now.” He ordered and you scrambled inside it without even knowing what was happening, locking the door behind yourself.

You were shaking and sobbing, your eyes wide and haunted staring back at you in the mirror as you tried to hear anything that was happening outside. There was crashing and more shots. You thought you heard a yell of pain. Then everything fell silent.

You waited on bated breath, searching around for something, anything to protect yourself. What if John lost? What if the heavy steps coming towards the door wasn’t his?

“Princess,” he called softly, and you let out a relieved exhale, hurrying to open the door and throwing yourself in John’s arms. He huffed, holding you tight.

You could smell blood on his skin and burned gunpowder, mixed with his unique scent and when you looked into his eyes, there was this feral, almost predatory expression in his face. The look of a gladiator that just won his battle and now had come to claim his prize. Letting go of John, you took a staggering step, back hitting against the dresser as he stalked forward, lips drawn into a smile that looked more like a snarl.

Shouldn’t you be terrified? He just killed God knows how many men a few seconds ago. But he did it to protect you and the thrill spoke louder, igniting your body once again as John kissed you, hard and bruising.

The hand still holding his pistol pushed between your thighs, the hot metal making your hiss and quiver as you spread your legs for him. John pressed two fingers inside you quickly and you moaned as he explored your tender flesh.

You shouldn’t be this aroused, but the rush of surviving plus John’s ferocity at protecting you had you weak and soaked and when he pulled his fingers off you and licked it clean, you moaned, hands searching for something to hold onto as John hoisted your up and thrust into your welcoming heat with one smooth stroke, making your mewl and arch against him, heels digging on his back.

He took you in a furious pace, your back knocking against the drawers at each violent thrust, his hand leaving finger shaped bruises all over your hips, his mouth sucking hickeys down your neck, biting the soft skin and he growled against you.

“Say it!” He hissed through his teeth. “Now.”

“I’m your fuck-doll,” you gasped, oblivion approaching quick as pleasure rushed through you. “Fuck, John! I’m anything you want me to to be, just don’t fucking stop!”

“My pretty little slut,” he grinned smugly, kissing you harshly. “Rub your clit. I want you squeezing around me, milking my cock.”

You didn’t have to be told twice to snake a hand between your bodies, swirling your clit in tandem with John’s salvage thrusts and soon enough you were engulfed in pleasure, shouting his name, cunt throbbing and quivering and you could feel John’s cock pulsing as he came deep inside you. For a moment, the two of you rested, breaths mingling together, sweat cooling in each other’s skin.

“We should leave,” John whispered, kissing you softly before letting your legs slide back to the ground. “He’ll send more men.”

“D’Antonio?” You asked, wincing a little at the delicious pain between your legs.

“Your brother,” John answered, his scowl deepening and you cursed under your breath. And really, you should have known.

xxx

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

August 9, 2021

Heather Cox Richardson

It appears the Senate is on track to pass the bipartisan $1 trillion “hard” infrastructure package as early as tomorrow morning.  

As soon as it passes, Democrats will turn to the $3.5 trillion bill, a sweeping measure that would modernize the nation’s approach to infrastructure by including human infrastructure as well as the older “hard” projects. It establishes universal pre-kindergarten for 3- and 4-year-olds, cuts taxes for families with children, makes community college tuition free for two years, and invests in public universities.

It invests in housing, invests in job training, strengthens supply chains, provides green cards to immigrant workers, and protects the borders with new technologies. It expands the Affordable Care Act, invests in home and community-based health care, and reduces the cost of prescription drugs.

It also invests significantly in measures to combat climate change. Focusing on clean electricity, it cuts emissions through tax incentives, polluter fees, and home electrification projects, and replaces  federal vehicles with electric ones.

The bill calls for funding these measures with higher taxes on corporations.

The measure will move forward as a budget resolution that simply says how much money the government expects to need next year, and from 2023 to 2031. Once it passes, the various committees will hammer out exactly how much money should go where, and Congress will then hammer that into some form of an agreement.

Once a measure is finalized, the Senate will try to pass the bill through the process of budget reconciliation, which cannot be filibustered, meaning that it can pass with a simple majority.

If, indeed, President Joe Biden manages to pass both a bipartisan bill that pleases some Republicans and the reconciliation bill that pleases progressive Democrats, it will be an astonishing accomplishment.

One thing that is not in the larger bill is an increase to the debt limit, which will be imperative before October. Raising the debt limit is necessary because Congress has already appropriated money that the Treasury does not have, so it will have to borrow to meet existing obligations.

Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell has threatened that neither he nor any other Republican will lift the debt limit and that Democrats must do it alone. But Democrats are not willing to raise it themselves, when it was the Republicans who ran up the debt during Trump’s term, adding $7 trillion to the debt while they slashed corporate taxes. ″The vast majority of the debt subject to the debt limit was accrued before the administration taking office,” Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen told Congress on Monday. “This is a shared responsibility, and I urge Congress to come together on a bipartisan basis as it has in the past to protect the full faith and credit of the United States.”

The large infrastructure package will reshape American society to invest in ordinary Americans and to get the nation on track to face a future that does not center around fossil fuels. That such an investment is on the table right now seems like good timing, since today, the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) of the United Nations released the most thorough report on climate ever compiled, and the conclusions are a “code red for humanity,” according to United Nations secretary-general Antonio Guterres. The report is based on more than 14,000 studies and is endorsed by 195 governments.

It warns that we have waited too long to reduce our use of fossil fuels, guaranteeing that the globe will continue to warm for at least the next 30 years even if we address climate change immediately. This will mean more extreme weather: fires—like the Dixie fire currently raging in Northern California, which is the largest in the state’s history—floods, disease, extinctions, and social conflict. If we address the issue, though, there is still a window in which we could mitigate changes that are even more dire.

The Republicans object to the larger infrastructure bill because it uses the government to invest in the economy, which will cost tax dollars. For forty years, Republicans have called for turning the economy over to private interests and for tax cuts to free up capital for investment, which they argued would make the economy grow. But those policies have sparked discontent as they concentrated wealth upward and ran up huge deficits and debt.

Now, as Democrats want to go back to the sort of system that created our booming post–World War II economy by stopping the concentration of wealth upward and investing in infrastructure, Republicans are complaining that the cost will hobble the nation. They are threatening to refuse to raise the debt ceiling, although as Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen pointed out, Congress assumed the vast majority of the debt that requires a higher limit before President Joe Biden took office.

Meanwhile, Republican policies are not looking very good right now, as Republican governors have stood staunchly against combatting Covid-19 with either masks or vaccines. The virus is now surging again in the U.S., which currently has 17% of the world’s new infections despite having the best vaccine supply. The spike is especially obvious among children, who make up 20% of the nation's new cases, apparently becoming infected in homes where adults are not vaccinated. On ABC, Dr. Mark Kline, Physician In Chief at Children’s Hospital New Orleans, said: “We are hospitalizing record numbers of children. Half of the children in our hospital today are under two years of age, and most of the others are between 5 and 10 years of age.”

Cases continue to rise in Florida and Texas, where governors Ron DeSantis and Greg Abbott have prohibited mask mandates. In Florida, journalist Katherine G. Hobbs reports: “Volusia County and Advent Health Orlando are finalizing the purchase of fleets of refrigerated mobile morgues amid Florida's COVID surge.” In Texas, Abbott today called on Texas hospitals to postpone elective procedures in order to clear more beds for Covid patients. The state’s health department is trying to find more health care workers to come to the state to help out.

Nonetheless, DeSantis and Abbott refuse to modify their ban on mask mandates, clearly seeing a strong stand on this issue as a political statement that they believe will win them Republican voters. But as infections and deaths, especially among children, rise, the wisdom of this move is not clear.

Private companies, courts, and schools are all challenging the governors’ edict. A federal judge has overruled Florida’s prohibition on private companies from asking about vaccine status, a rule challenged by cruise ship lines, who would have faced millions of dollars in fines, although vaccine requirements are standard in other ports they visit. DeSantis says he will appeal.

In Arkansas, where only 37% of the state’s population is vaccinated, two challenges to the state’s ban on mask mandates led a judge on Friday to block the ban temporarily. One of the challenges was brought by a school where more than 900 students and staff are quarantining because of a coronavirus outbreak. In Texas, Austin, Houston, and Dallas Independent School Districts are instituting mask mandates in defiance of Abbott’s executive order.

In Florida, the Miami-Dade school system is the fourth largest school district in the nation. When Superintendent Alberto Carvalho made it clear that he will follow the guidance of public health experts and doctors, DeSantis threatened to withhold the salaries of any superintendents or school board members who defy his executive order prohibiting mask mandates.

Carvalho issued a statement saying “At no point shall I allow my decision to be influenced by a threat to my paycheck; a small price to pay considering the gravity of this issue and the potential impact to the health and well-being of our students and dedicated employees.”

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Notes:

Vincent Rajkumar @VincentRKUSA with the best vaccine supply has now 17% of the worlds daily new COVID cases. In number of cases per day we are in a different level and trajectory than every other country in the world. Again. 778 Retweets1,324 Likes

August 8th 2021

Kyle Griffin @kylegriffin1Home Depot is requiring all workers to wear masks in all stores, regardless of vaccination status or the transmission risks of the area.6,278 Retweets56,706 Likes

August 9th 2021

https://abcnews.go.com/Health/wireStory/arkansas-lawmakers-adjourn-leave-mask-mandate-ban-intact-79314538

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/kids-sick-covid-are-filling-children-s-hospitals-areas-seeing-n1276238

https://thehill.com/homenews/state-watch/566943-dixie-fire-becomes-largest-in-california-history

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https://www.nytimes.com/2021/08/09/climate/climate-change-report-ipcc-un.html

https://www.cbsnews.com/video/children-make-up-20-percent-of-all-new-covid-cases-across-the-us/

Greg Sargent @ThePlumLineGSThe reconciliation budget resolution is out. Here are the toplines: 404 Retweets924 Likes

August 9th 2021

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Kyle Griffin @kylegriffin1Dr. Mark Kline, Physician In Chief at the Children’s Hospital New Orleans, on ABC: "We are hospitalizing record numbers of children. Half of the children in our hospital today are under two years of age, and most of the others are between 5 and 10 years of age."4,721 Retweets9,175 Likes

August 9th 2021

https://www.washingtonpost.com/travel/2021/08/09/desantis-passport-ban-norwegian-cruise/

https://apnews.com/article/coronavirus-vaccine-us-military-requirement-pentagon-3975940c732352f72e41f6e34a3a2669

https://apnews.com/article/coronavirus-vaccine-us-military-requirement-pentagon-3975940c732352f72e41f6e34a3a2669

https://miami.cbslocal.com/2021/08/09/ron-desantis-state-education-board-withhold-salaries-superintendents-school-board-members-mask-mandates/

Katherine G. Hobbs (she/her) @KatherineGHobbsBREAKING: Both Volusia County and Advent Health Orlando are finalizing the purchase of fleets of refrigerated mobile morgues amid Florida's COVID surge, a rep from Mopec confirms @WJCTNews691 Retweets770 Likes

August 9th 2021

https://www.politico.com/news/2021/08/09/abbott-texas-hospitals-covid-503066

https://www.cnn.com/2021/08/09/politics/read-senate-resolution-fiscal-year-2022/index.html

https://www.cnn.com/2021/08/09/politics/democrats-budget-resolution-debt-ceiling/index.html

https://www.washingtonpost.com/us-policy/2021/08/09/treasury-yellen-debt-ceiling/

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/08/09/us/politics/infrastructure-senate-biden.html

https://www.cbsnews.com/video/miami-dade-superintendent-says-mask-mandate-bans-deeply-influenced-by-politics/#x

https://www.kxan.com/news/education/set-for-school/austin-isd-board-set-to-discuss-covid-19-safety-protocols-before-students-head-back-to-class/

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[hazygrains]

Events & Whatnot

And I’m back with another update. It has been 3 months since my last update, and I’m lazy af to post anything. In those few months that I’ve been neglecting this blog, good things have happened – thus, this post because I don’t want to forget about these events. Yes, we are still stuck at home due to this pandemic, but the good thing though was we get to go out sometimes to visit our families and friends. I’ll just list down the things that have happened since I suck at summarizing things in paragraphs. Here we go:

Aug 3 - My mum’s birthday! It was so nice because we cooked and ordered tons of food, and we got to be complete again. Finally got to use my instax cam again. Been itching to shoot! 

Aug 23 - Got our mid-tier PC! Thanks to the 2 projects I got, I was able to buy something like this. We had someone with connections buy all the parts and build it since it was really hard to find parts for our desired build. Thank You, Lord, for the blessings. 

Aug 29 - Kaye spent the weekend with us! It was supposedly just the two of us here at home, but Asis’ plan didn’t push through, so he got stuck with us girls. We spent our time playing Valorant, eating, taking photos, eating, catching up, and yes, eating. I missed that marupok! 

Sep 19 - Kaye and I registered to vote. I also spent my weekend at her place, and we basically did the same thing we did when she went to our place. We will never get tired of eating and making fun of each other.

Oct 4 - Spent Asis’ birthday with his family, and I ordered this delicious yummy Mango shortcake at Sainte Anne Cakes Manila, and it was gone in just a few hours. Can’t wait to try their Strawberry shortcake! 

Oct 10 - My niece’s 1st birthday celebration and christening 

Oct 11 - Got our customized work tables! We had a hard time looking for nice and cheap tables, so we decided to have them done by sir Donjie. Asis stumbled upon him on Facebook last year. He was also the one who made Asis’ first work table, so yeah, we just gave him the desired measurements and a reference photo of the color we wanted, and voila, he did it! Really happy with the result. 

Oct 17 - A day getaway in Antipolo with my high school friends – Kaye, Tamtam, and Beni. We just went there for a change of scenery. We went to Pinto Art Museum and caught up with each other’s lives in Cafe Rizal, ate at Yellowcab, and at this resto-bar that has an overlooking view of the Metro. We went back after watching the sunset, and Kaye and I decided to kill time again at CBTL, UP Town Center. 

Other stuff:

Subscribed to Cinemalaya’s premium bundle. Got to see tons of great short films and documentaries in the comfort of our home. But yes, I still want to experience Cinemalaya in CCP when this corona-shit is over. And here are my top 5 faves (in no particular order): THE SLUMS, QUING LALAM NING ALDO (UNDER THE SUN), Igib, Mata, and Gulis (Lines)

Hoarded more 35mm films, and I probably won’t use them anytime soon anyway. I also have 2 used film rolls that I will send to the lab later. 

I bought a menstrual cup because I wanted to make the switch. I want to save money and reduce waste, but I had a hard time putting it in. I’ll just keep trying again next time until I get it right. TMI 

I started buying stoneware mugs and cups. I bought my first stoneware mug in August, and now I can’t stop buying and searching for more mugs! I actually buy stuff from the actual potters/ceramists/ceramicists (I really don’t know what to call them) and not just from sellers that got their goods from Japan surplus. So far, I got 14 mugs/cups and 1 drip coffee cone. And I still have 3 more mugs coming in November. I should start looking for a nice shelf for my babies. 

Still supporting small online businesses. Been buying and trying out their goods. Also, the reason why I’ve been gaining weight! Look how huge my face is! (≧◡≦) And I also bought a starter pottery kit. I got it in August, and I’m finally planning on using it tomorrow. Can’t wait to make our own mugs! 

Got another Psoriasis flare-up due to the weather, I guess, and of course, stress. Isn’t it ironic how stress causes flare-ups but having Psor stresses the shit out of me? Ah, stress. 

I’m also planning on cleaning up this blog. Will revamp once I’m feeling productive. (⁀ᗢ⁀)

So yep, I’ll just edit this post once I get the results of my rolls. Btw, all photos are taken using instax, and I just scanned and cropped them. Okay, laters! x

[sighmurderbot]

Irish Coffee Chapter Two

Title: Closing Time

Chapter Rating/Warnings: G, I don’t think there’s even any profanity in this one

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: They meet over coffee and Kierkegaard. There was a spark in his honey-brown eyes that drew her to him. There was a sadness behind her bright smile that drew him to her. Spencer Reid/Original Female Character. Slow burn coffee shop meet. Strangers to friends to lovers. This fic is also available on AO3, it’s ahead of tumblr currently!

previous chapter//next chapter

“Friends are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.” 

- Ed Cunningham

It had been a tiring Thursday, which is saying something. Thursdays were the one day a week I only worked at the coffee shop, just coming in for a few hours to close, meaning it was the closest thing I had to a day off. That being said, somehow the denizens of DC had decided this was the Thursday to descend on this coffee shop and just...be assholes. My head ached from the amount of focus and energy it took to process complaints and orders simultaneously while making drinks and keeping the cafe clean.

It might only be a three hour shift, but sometimes it’s a long three hours.

I finished wiping down the table in front of me and stood, arching my back to stretch it out. 

I’m not sure what caught my attention. A flicker of movement, perhaps, or maybe just the sense of someone else nearby.

I glanced towards the front of the store, scanning the city street on the other side of the floor to ceiling windows.

And there he was.

He looked a little worse for wear, his clothes wrinkled and hair mussed, as if he had only slept briefly and in uncomfortable places. Light spilled from the streetlamp above him, his high cheekbones casting harsh shadows across his skin.

His eyes widened a little as I spotted him.

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face upon seeing him. He intrigued me, and...I'll admit it, I thought he was cute. The door was still unlocked and I waved for him to come inside. 

Maybe my Thursday is starting to look up!

He seemed confused at my gesture, glancing over his shoulder and pointing a hesitant finger to his chest.

“Me?” he mouthed, eyebrows drawing together in a confused frown.

I rolled my eyes and grinned, quickly making my way to the door and holding it open with one arm. Cool air rolled in off the street, ruffling a few flyaways around my face.

“Come on in!” I exclaimed. “We don’t close properly for another ten minutes.”

He shoved his hands into his pocket, rocking back on his heels a little.

“Are you sure? You-you probably already cleaned everything and I don’t want to be in the way.”

“Don’t be silly,” I smiled. “Just come in, sugar.”

He ducked his head and stepped inside. I watched his shoulders relax slightly as he stopped a few feet into the store.

“What can I get ya?” I asked, crossing to behind the counter. His eyes flicked from the menu to me and he tilted his head a little, as if in confusion. I felt my lips twitch in a small smile.

I wonder what he’s thinking, he looks baffled…

“Sir?” I asked, thinking it was perhaps not a good idea to let on that I overheard and remembered his name.

“Why do you call me sugar?” He asked. His tone wasn’t accusatory or upset, simply curious. My cheeks reddened slightly.

“Well, that’s your order, right? Uh...large mocha with extra sugar?”

He nodded, a pretty frown still wrinkling his forehead.

“You remembered?”

I looked down, chuckling a little. 

“It’s not every day a nice man reading Danish philosophy comes in and is kind enough to talk to me like a person,” I said honestly.

More confusion from the man before me. I worried that I had said too much, scared him off. I serve hundreds of people a day, remembering one customer might come across as creepy or weird or-

He cut off my train of thought as he spoke.

“You think I’m nice?”

The question was genuine, he blinked a few times like he was having trouble processing what I said.

“...yeah,” I laughed a little. “I mean, I obviously don’t know you, but I get feelings about people. My feeling is that you’re nice.”

“Huh,” he said, eyes returning to the menu above me.

“So…” I gently prompted him. “What can I get you? Same thing?”

“Oh! Yeah, same thing please.”

“Have a seat anywhere!”

It only took me a minute to finish making the drink, and instead of calling it out at the counter I walked it to his table.

He looked up as I set the drink in front of him, giving me a closed-lip smile and wrapping long, delicate fingers around the warm cup.

“Reid,” he commented into his cup. I almost missed it. “Doctor Spencer Reid. That’s my name.”

Doctor Spencer Reid. That’s a nice name, I decided.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Reid,” I said with a smile. “Katie, but, you already knew that.” He nodded and looked back down at his coffee. 

“Let me know if I can get you anything else, Doctor,” I said, then turned to finish closing. He seemed like the quiet type who preferred to be alone, or maybe he’d just had a long day.

“Uh, Sp—” he said as I turned around, so quiet that I missed most of what he said.

“Sorry?” I turned around, pushing some hair back towards the ponytail it had slipped out of.

He looked up and his gaze swept over me, analytical and probing. I found myself nervously twisting my apron tie around my fingers.

What is he looking for? What does he see? 

“You wear a hearing aid,” he said matter-of-factly.

Oh.

I nodded silently, my face falling before I could catch it.

What’s he going to say? Berate me? Mock me? My thoughts were perhaps a tad more bitter than intended, and I tried to keep that out of my voice.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said, cringing inwardly at how flat I sounded. “I can’t pick up certain frequencies.”

“You know,” he said, taking one hand off his coffee cup as he began to gesture with his words. “The use of hearing aids has actually been proven to reduce cognitive decline and lower the risk of developing dementia.”

What’s he doing? I thought, thrown off a little, but not upset by this turn of events. Is he...trying to make me feel better?

“There was a study conducted in Europe, two out of three people who used hearing aids wished they had gotten them sooner,” Spencer continued, both hands involved in his gestures now. I began to fear for his coffee. 

“They lead to a better social life, mental and physical health, and job performance. So...it’s a good thing. That you have them.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I accepted, watching him with a small smile. He seemed embarrassed after his small outburst.

I gestured to the chair across from him.

“May I?”

He nodded, taking a sip of his sugary drink.

“So,” I said, taking a seat. “You’re studying philosophy but you’re also a doctor. How’s that work?”

If I thought he looked embarrassed a moment ago, he was downright flustered now.

“I, uh…” he fiddled with the cardboard protector around his coffee cup. “I am a philosophy student,” he said. “But I already have my doctorates in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering. And another bachelor’s in Psychology.”

He suddenly fell silent, eyes fixed on the steam coiling out of the slit in the cup’s lid. I couldn’t keep my impressed admiration off my face, smiling as I opened and closed my mouth, trying to process something to say.

After I hadn’t replied for a few seconds he looked up at me from beneath his lashes. He was almost wincing, as if bracing himself for ridicule, mockery, disgust.

Just like you, my mind prompted. 

I gave him a wide grin and set my folded hands on the table, leaning forward a little.

“Doctor R— Spencer. That’s amazing, you don’t look much older than me.”

“I’m 26,” he replied, almost automatically, then frowned. “Wait, what?”

“That’s amazing,” I emphasized. “You’re amazing, that’s a huge accomplishment.”

I watched a light shade of pink spread up his cheeks.

“Oh, uh...thank you,” he said unsurely.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I mean it,” I said, meeting his eyes. “You must have worked incredibly hard for those.”

“Well, I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187 but...college isn’t friendly to 12-year-old high school graduates.”

I gave him an empathetic grimace.

“Sometimes it’s not the course load that’s the hard part of college.”

“You can say that again,” he agreed, taking another sip of his coffee. “I thought you weren’t a student though.”

I pressed my lips together, looking down at my hands.

“Not anymore,” I said shortly.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” he said, but it sounded like he was reading out of a book. I didn’t really mind. People don’t understand, they can’t, not really. 

“I’m working to go back.” I don’t know why I said it, why I told him. It wasn’t any of his business, but for some reason I wanted Spencer to know I didn’t drop out because I screwed around, I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t care.

“Everyone has their own pace,” Spencer said. “At least, that’s what my mom told me.”

I felt my breath catch in my chest, and I gave him a small smile that I hoped wasn’t as sad as I suddenly felt.

“My mom told me something similar,” I found myself admitting. “Run your own damn race, she told me.”

Spencer tilted his head, as if asking me to explain. His eyes were fixed on me, I felt almost shy about being the complete focus of his attention, but I also had a feeling that anything Spencer did was the absolute center of his focus.

“It means that everyone has a race they’re running,” I said. “And you should focus on yours, not anyone else’s. If you focus on someone else’s race you’ll probably trip while trying to run your own. If...if that makes any sense.”

“It does,” Spencer assured with a small smile. 

“Heh, moms, right?”

I let out a slightly nervous laugh, but something in Spencer’s eyes, an understanding, calmed me.

“Moms,” he agreed with a small smile.

We shared a quiet moment, just looking at each other. His face was too harsh and angular for a man with liquid honey eyes and perfectly curved lips. I wondered where he worked, what stressful career painted dark circles like bruises under his eyes and stripped the softness from him.

“I should close up,” I said finally, regretfully. 

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Spencer hurried out of his seat, almost knocking over his coffee but deftly catching it before it could tip too far. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” I replied, maybe too quickly, as I stood as well. Spencer arched an eyebrow.

“I just-” I started, then exhaled a laugh and looked down at my shoes. “I don’t get to have a conversation with...well, anyone, very often.” 

I twisted my apron tie around my finger three times, then unspireled it. 

“I don’t really talk with anyone outside of work,” Spencer admitted. He didn’t seem upset about it, it was simply a fact of his existence. 

“That’s kinda sad,” I said, my hand flying to my mouth right after. 

“I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, hand returning to harassing my apron ties. “I didn’t mean-”

“No, it’s okay,” Spencer cut me off with a shrug.

He really doesn’t seem upset, I guess some people are happy that way.

“Well,” I smiled up at him. “If you ever want to talk to someone you don’t work with, you know where to find me.”

He nodded, returning my expression.

“Thanks.”

I noticed how he kept a respectful distance between us, and remembered how he hadn’t offered to shake hands when we swapped names. 

Touch avoidance.

He seemed to notice everything, and with an eidetic memory he’d remember it all, so I carefully filed this away. Even though I might not be able to compare to him on memory, I could still try and remember something important to someone who had gone out of his way to be nice to me.

“Can I walk you out?” I asked, glancing around the room to make sure I had finished closing.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Great.”

I gave him a bright smile.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

I hurried to the back room to grab my coat and bag. A few moments later I returned, and Spencer was still there. For some reason I had almost expected him to disappear, almost as if he wasn’t ever there.

But there he was, tugging on the sleeve of his cardigan and shuffling in place.

“Ready to go?” I asked, tugging my coat around me. It was old, and too big for me, and frayed at the bottom, and I had to patch the elbows last winter, but it was warm.

And it was hers.

Every time I pulled the old blue coat on it was like a memory of a hug from my mom.

Spencer nodded.

“Andiamo!” I exclaimed cheerfully. Spencer’s attention perked.

“You speak Italian?”

“A little, you?”

“I’m passable.”

I grinned. 

“I’ve only spoken with you a little, but something tells me you’re a sight more than passable.”

Spencer cracked a smile, ducking his head to hide his pleased expression.

“Maybe I’m closer to fluent, but I’m not there yet.”

I made my way to the door, hitting the lights on my way. The shop fell into darkness, the only illumination the emergency lights and the city ambience outside. 

“It was really nice to meet you, Spencer,” I said earnestly as he joined me on the sidewalk outside. I locked the door and gave it a rattle to make sure it was secure, then turned to him. He tipped the last of his coffee down.

“It was nice to meet you too, Katie.”

“I’ll see you around?” “Yeah, probably.”

He raised the now-empty cup.

“You’re the only one who puts enough sugar in,” he joked, and I laughed with him. 

Raising my hand in farewell, I set off to catch the bus and he began walking the other way. Once I reached the corner I glanced back at the tall figure, passing in and out of sight under streetlamps as he drew further away.

When was the last time I talked to someone who wasn’t a coworker? I wondered. No time was easily coming to mind and I grimaced. It wasn’t easy to maintain a social life while working three jobs.

It’ll be worth it, I assured myself, Friends can come later, I need to do this.

I was dedicated to my goal, and I’d stick to it, but deep down I was hoping to see the handsome Doctor Spencer Reid again. 

A friendly, casual acquaintance. It’ll be nice to see a friendly face every now and then.

And that’s truly all I hoped for, for now.

[yandere-wishes]

Supernatural My Hero Academia// part 1

A collection of My Hero Academia characters as supernatural creatures that haunt the night. Note all characters are depicted as yanderes.  

Ifrit! Dabi

Imagine ifrit Dabi meeting his darling after she receives the necklace he's been possessing.

How such a celebratory day could turn so grim was beyond (Y/N). To think it had all started with such a lovely gift too.

It was the girls 25 birthday. A time representing her passage into womanhood. For the joyous occasion, she'd taken it upon herself to invite most of her friends and close relatives.

The living room of her parents' house was decorated with large banners, vibrant streamers, and radiant balloons. Numerous presents surrounded a huge cake, decorated to the highest degree.

The birthday girl sat in front of the cake, each parent standing on either side of her. Looping around the large table where the rest of the guests. All seated, holding a respective gift in their hands, waiting eagerly for their turn.

Her mother was the first, she places a small rectangular box in front of her daughter. (Y/N) gently ripped the blue wrapping paper surrounding the box. She eagerly pulled the top off, to reveal a delicate temple teal-colored necklace with a round Capri sea bead in the center.

The young girl gently picked it up, marveling at its beauty and craftsmanship. Pulling her hair to one side, she clasped the necklace shut behind her neck.

"You look, lovely darling." Her mother insisted, flashing her an adoring smile.

The young girl returned the gesture but quickly noticed a warm sensation where the ornamental chain met her flesh.

Throughout the party, the warm sensation continued. Heating up every time (Y/N) would hug a guest or smile in any one’s direction. At one point it felt like lava was running down her neck. She held in her screams, dashing for the bathroom. Grabbing the knob and thrusting the door open with all her might. Her bright eyes stared into the mirror as her fingers rapidly wrapped around the faucet handles. Turning them to liberate the icy cold water.

She splashed it on her neck around the chain, that seemed to be pasted into her skin like a tattoo. The water-cooled it for a short span of time, yet the firey feeling kept resurfacing. Tears of pain agony fell from her eyes. She lifted her gaze to the mirror once more.

(Y/N) flinched, mouth agape. Floating behind her was a blue smoke that was wrapped in royal blue flames. Spinning around she came face to face with the oddity. It appeared to be smirking, (Y/N) couldn't visually see it… more like felt it, feel the way invisible lips pulled into an arrogant triumph.

She opened her mouth once more to scream, no noise left instead something slimy, wet and boiling slipped past her lips. It engulfed her mouth almost making her choke.

Why was it so warm? So burning everything around her was burning. She felt it in her veins, on her flesh, in her mouth. Lungs had stopped working, no air was coming in or leaving. It felt like she was choking on that warm thing lunged in her mouth. There was a bitter burned tasted of smoke in her mouth….

The ground felt like it was on fire. Burning tiles kindled her back. (Y/N)its eyes fluttered open, mind hazy she attempted to recall the events leading up to this.

A party, a gift, the necklace, the way it inflamed her neck, the blue smoke….

She shot up, running for the bathroom door and throwing it open. She ran as fast as she could to the living room. The young woman called after her parents, hoping deep down that this was simply a nightmare and that they would cuddle her and reassure her of such. “Mother, father-” stopping dead in her tracks, nausea clawed at her throat, she didn’t fight it. Her stomach contracting pieces of the birthday cake. Still, the revolting acid was a far better sight then what laid in the wake of the previously joyous party.

Burnt corpse slung around the living room. Some in sitting positions, others discarded on the floor. Two of them even seemed to have their arms reduced to ashes. The whole room reeked with an acrid odor.

“Lovely sight isn't it darling?”

Turning her head (Y/N) came face to face with a patchwork creature covered in smoke. It shot her a cruel smile. “What- what are you,” She asked “Name’s Dabi, dollface I’m what you humans call an ifrit.” Taking note of the women’s confusion the creature continued. “Ifrit’s are fire jinn doll, and I’ve been trapped in that necklace for some 100 years.” Automatically (Y/N)’s hands reached to pry the cursed jewel off of herself. “Won’t work doll, you freed me that means I got total control over you now.”

“In what twisted world would you have power over me?” She cross-examined

Dabi raised an ash black brow. “You deaf?” he questioned. “I said I’m a freaking ifrit not a genie.”

“Wha-what the hell is the difference?”

“Genie’s grant wishes for their masters. Ifrit’s distroy those who dare free them.”

His answer was traumatize, sweat leaked from (Y/N)’s temple. Death, death, death. It ran around in her mind like a toy train.

“You’re going to kill me..”

A question, a statement, she couldn't tell. All the Ifrit did was chuckle.

“Irony is when I’m done with you, you’ll be begging fro death.”

Megalodon Mermen! Kirishima

Imagine a Megalodon Mermen Kirishima, meeting his darling while she is shark diving.

When her friends lower her into the mysterious dark waters, imprisoned in the safety of her cage. Blood tainted the aqua liquid around, as she held her breath in anticipation. Colossal shadows slowly approach from every corner. Drawn mechanically to the metallic sent.  

As they slowly materialize, presenting large silver dorsal fins and agape mouths displaying razor-sharp teeth. One shark made a zip for the cage, biting onto an iron bar attempting to chew it off. A scream fled the girl's mouth, two more selachimorpha headbutted the cage from either side. Another scream dissolving in the ruckus the sharks were causing.

The girl's hand reached up to grasp the rope that was linked to the boat. She was to pull it when she wished to resurface again. But suddenly stopped when from the corner of her eye she spotted another shadow, this one towering over the others. It swam rapidly towards the cage. Its mere presence seemed to scare off the other sharks. Her heartbeat, slightly unsteady moments ago, was raging in her ears, as she came face to face with a monstrous creature.

From the torso up the creature looked human, handsome even. Disregarding the large scratched up dorsal fin sprouting from it’s back. And the acute teeth that seemingly could tear any human apart with one single bite. Rather then legs the monster had a greyish whitetail, that swayed behind it as he stared at the girl, with large red eyes.

The mer-creature brought up a hand and waved. His palm alone was twice the size of the girl. “Hello” it spoke in a stentorian tone. Too shocked to move, the girl just stood there.

“Your pretty, you know that?” bubbles formed with every word he spoke, floating up towards the surface.

Leisurely the mouth of the creature came closer and closer to the metal bars. An uproarious scream left (Y/n)’s mouth. In a single bite the bars where turn off and discarded into the vast sea.

The monster reached out, wrapping it's tremendous fingers gently around the shaking girl. Lifting her and bringing her closer to his mouth. Warm tears formed in the women's eyes, was she going to die all so soon? And in such a bizarre manner?

The monster stopped before the human-made it past his lips. Instead, his large lips kissed the side of her face along with her arm and side.

"By the way, my name's Kirishima."

Zombie! Tomura

Imagine zombie Tomura meeting his darling while his nest attacks her camp.

She'd been foolish enough to let her guard down. They all had been, but could anyone blame them? After the apocalypse most zombies stayed in the ruins of the cities and towns. The numerous abandoned buildings and houses were perfect for creating nests. They no longer needed to hide in the lush forests, away from human eyes.

That's why (Y/N) and her squad had thought it best to keep to the woods. Always changing their locations and covering their tracks. However as of late they had gotten listless. There hadn't been any Zombie activity in the forests for several months.

Thus the team had stayed in certain locations longer. Hadn't bothered with covering their tracks. Stopped posting guards to watch over the camp while others slept.

Maybe that was their first mistake or maybe it couldn't be blamed on one single mistake. Rather it was all their doltish exertion that had lead to their camp being attacked. The nest that had attacked them was on the tiny side. Having roughly eight to nine members total, most nests now a days had around twenty or so members. However there was something off putting about these “walking dead” in peculiar.

Despite their small number they were tremendously strong. Having wiped out half of the camp in mere minutes. (Y/N) and a couple others had managed to out run them. Camouflaging themselves in the large bushes.

One girl that was crunched next to (Y/N), grabbed a small hunting knife from her hiking boots. She prepared her legs to jump, squinting her eyes and tightening her hold on the blade. When one of the attackers -a rotting girl with blond hair done up in messy twin buns- strode towards them. She jumped out of the bush, pushing the blade between her breasts right where her heart would have been if it hadn’t already rotted away.

While the two wrestled on the forest floor, (Y/N) took this opportunity to run. She looked behind her to see if her second comrade had flowed but a blood curdling scream entailed that he had been captured. Gulping, she continued to run. She hadn’t the time to worry about any one else.

Losing track of time, the young girl came to a halt, she had to be a good 20 meters away from the camp and its invaders by now. Her eyes roamed around her surroundings attempting to decipher where she was exactly. The greenery was thicker here, it she must be much deeper than before.

She nervously choose à path, heading towards the middle of the forest. She glanced at the backpack she had triumphantly grabbed. It wasn't too heavy, but there was most likely enough supplies to keep her alive until she could find another camp of survivors. Her bruised and dirty fingers grazed over the Jean pockets.

Two hunting knives, small but sharp perfect for close range attacks,or sneak attacks.

A rather mild rustling came from a nearby bush. It seemed too calm and collected to be a zombie. (Y/N) relaxed for a moment, it must be another survivor she thought enthusiastic! With rapid steps, she bent down next to the bush a preppy smile forming on her chapped lips.

“Hey, you made it out too?” she asked unsure as to who it was she was addressing. No one came out, the rustling continued. “Hello?” A leathery hand reached out, clutching the woman’s wrist. The hold was brutal, bruising the delicate flesh. Tugging itself up the hand was connected to a deathly pale and worn out looking zombie boy. Smaller hands with a greyish huy, scrabble from behind him. The hands circled the lone human as the zombie dragged her closer and closer.

“Looks ...pretty….”

His voice was creaky and scorch, vocal cords rotting away hidden from view. It was evident he’d been turned for a long period. However despite his wizened appearance he couldn't have been older than his early twenties. The creature inched its face closer to (Y/N)’s neck. She screamed and struggled to get out of his fierce grasp. Tears bubbled up in the corners of her eyes and slipped down to her cheeks.

The zombie-boy seemed unfazed by her attempt to escape. Instead it began to sniff her, his decayed ash tongue licked a slobbery strip up her neck.

“Smells…. Good” Tugging at her again, he began to drag her back towards the camp. The small hands jumped out of the way, some latching on to the male. Others stuck themselves to the human’s legs.

“Please *snife* please let me go.. I.. I don’t want to become one of you!” Her pleading was met with an amused chuckle. “Won’t… turn you… not yet… you’re… my… new… plaything… a new… character… in the...game.”

As the zombie dragged her back to camp, (Y/N) let what he’s said sink in. Suddenly becoming one of the undead seemed like a gracious salvation.”

[jejgeorgia96]

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Say My Name (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Anon Request: riding crop with overstimulation if you can, please!!

Word Count: 2600

A/N: hello, sorry for the wait this was supposed to be out last weekend. I didn’t proof read, i hope you enjoy tell me your thoughts!

“I see the way he looks at you, y/n. You’re his new favorite obsession! come on, don’t-” your friend speaking a mile a minute excitedly trying to get you to finally speak with Michael Langdon. 

“Please, drop it. I’m not interested in an arrogant prick like him.” your volume a bit too loud, but you didn’t care who heard. Michael was brought to Robichaux’s so Cordelia could keep a close eye on him. His powers were like no other warlocks, and he made sure to shove that in every single witches face. 

Your friend was right, Michael had been trying to get your attention for the past few weeks. You thought if you ignored him, or were mean he’d finally leave you be, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. 

You were zoned out, not being bothered to hear your friends pleas, if she wanted you to talk to him so badly, why didn’t she? He had such a hold on the girls here, you thought it to be disgusting. He was cute, and some would say his constant trials to get you to speak with him was romantic-but you wouldn’t give in to him that easy.

Your friends eyes darted up behind you, you noticed only a bit, your eyes squinted wondering what she was looking at, before you could turn around you felt your hair being brushed back, two hands grabbing each side and pulling it back, swirling it in their hand. 

“Hey princess” 

Your body stood stiffly in your seat, eyes widened at the sudden realization of who it was. Michael.  

You shoo’d his hands away from your hair, goosebumps still painfully obvious on your skin. You turned in your seat, looking up at his wide grin, that devilish look he gave you when he knew he made you embarrassed, your cheeks began to grow a deep shade of pink. 

You tried speaking, but just an awkward laugh came out. Shit- he really had that impact on you. 

Michael walked around the table, now standing behind your friend, looking down at her, putting on his best intimidation face.

“Would you please excuse us?” you couldn’t help but notice the look on your friends face, pure fear. You shook your head at your friend, hoping it would be enough to keep her at the table. You didn’t want to be alone with him, you were thinking of getting up yourself, but something was almost holding you back.

Your friend scurried away, leaving just you and michael sitting, staring at each other. You didn’t know who would break the silence first, you nervously crossed your hands, looking anywhere but at him. You could feel his intense glare burning a whole into you. 

“Y/N, you haven’t been answering my texts, feels like you’ve been avoiding me in the halls. Care to explain?” you didn’t realize how angry you had made him by not giving in. His hand balled into a fist on the table, his usual cool demeanor now darker and more cold. 

“No. I don’t care to.” you bravely challenged him, pretending to be unbothered. You grabbed an apple from your bag, now looking down at the book you had been reading along with your friend. Pretending he wasn’t even there, you knew what you were doing to him. You could feel him getting angrier, upset you weren’t throwing yourself at him like everyone else. 

Just as you were about to bite down into the apple, you felt a force grab it from your hand. The apple levitated right into Michaels hand, your eyebrows furrowed, gasping at the sudden use of his magic. His eyes locked onto yours, smirking as he began seductively licking the apple, you swore you could hear a slight moan drip from his lips as he took a huge bite, using his tongue to lick his bottom lip catching the juices from the apple.  

“mmm, just as sweet as you.” he continue sucking the apples juices, wanting a reaction out of you. He chucked to himself as he could see your cheeks even brighter than before, your mouth agape watching him, feeling yourself leaking out. You couldn’t believe he was actually making you feel this way. You squeezed your legs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice just how flustered you were. You wish you could be that apple. 

“l-leave me alone.” you wish you sounded more confident. You wish you actually meant that, your body felt hot whenever he was around you. Your hormones pumping, your mind running, thinking of all the things he could do to you. Sometimes you think he’d put images himself in your mind, things you’d never even thought of doing, would be plastered in your mind on repeat. 

You got up from your seat, gathering your belonging to head back to your room. He had very different ideas, he grabbed your arm, puling you over the table just slightly. 

“You don’t really want that-...do you? your thoughts sing a different tune, y/n.” his grip getting tighter, twisting your hand, the pain was thrilling, sending shocks to your core. 

“so you like this? this game of cat and mouse. Well, i don’t. You vile little witch,- you’re coming with me,” his subtle way of putting you in your place, the few people in the room weren’t even paying attention. You were in for it, you knew. His dark side would show sooner or later, you weren’t mad at it. Hoping he’d take you, you wanted him to be so engulfed in your rejection, he would take matters into his own hands. 

He dragged you to his room, his painful grip only making you moan. Once you finally arrive to his room, he threw you onto his bed, climbing onto of you and pulling you by your hair down, you were pinned under him, a squirming mess.

“I’m gonna show you what an arrogant prick i really am...did i get the wording correct?” he licked up your face, leaving small kisses on your cheek as he went along. You moaned at the sensation, smiling to yourself knowing he heard what you had said about him. 

He ripped your down the middle, exposing your bare chest and lace panties, your dress now mangled on the floor beside his bed. 

“I’m gonna have so much fucking fun with you.” he spoke threw his teeth. He dipped down, rubbing his clothed cock against your core,- you moaned in response, and he instantly grabbed hold of you neck, squeezing just enough to have you gasp slightly. He began dry humping you, your boobs bouncing as his body rubbed against yours, your felt him through your underwear, you even left a trail of your own cum down his jeans as he began to rub faster. 

“FUCK- michael” the words came out light, your eyes rolling back feeling him harden against you. The friction of his jeans against you had you coming undone in his hands, the way he squeezed tighter, your legs hugged his waist, bringing him in closer. His humps became more weighted, really pressing into you. 

You felt yourself cumming under him, your pussy clenching onto nothing, it was so soft it drove you mad. Just wanting more. You pussy dripping onto your underwear, he removed his hand from your throat, reaching down to rub you. You shimmied away slightly, still riding out your light orgasm, and he was having none of that,

“You’re not done. You really think i’d let you off that easy? look at you. reduced to a moaning mess from some dry humping. Pathetic.” he surprised you by leaving a stinging slap to your pussy, your eyes squinting shut and your teeth gritting together. 

“MICHAEL! OUCH” you rolled onto your side as he got up, holding onto your center trying to calm the burning sensation down. 

He only laughed at your current state, loving how you looked with pain on your face. You looked through hooded eyes- seeing him bring what looked like a...whip? of some sort to his hands. It was long with a small rectangular piece of leather hanging from the end. fuck- you thought, he really wasn’t kidding. 

He ripped you by your ankle closer to the edge of the bed, holding open one leg while the other was doing the same on its own. He ripped your underwear off, giving them the same fate as your dress. 

He moved the crop up your leg, rubbing circles teasing you with a wide smile on his face.

“Say my name.” 

You hesitated, not sure where he was going with this. The look in his eyes was scary, he was having more fun than you thought. 

“Michael” you choked out, earning a hard slap on your thigh. You hissed, gripping the sheets as you cried out. You tried moving up the bed again, but the grip on your leg he had wouldn’t budge. 

“Say. My. Name.” his voice darker than before, he ghosted the crop over your core, rubbing circles on your clit. You threw your head back, loving how the leather felt on your heated center. 

“Michael” you moaned out, relaxing deeper into the bed as the circular motions began to pick up speed, he lightly slapped your clit, making your back arch up craving more. Your liquids spilling out onto his bed as he slapped you once more with the crop.

Ow- you sobbed out, your pussy was throbbing, hot, stinging, his fun was watching all the faces you made while he was in total control of you. Giving you both pain and pleasure. 

“The princess doesn’t like my whip?” he mocked, making baby voice at you. His head titled at you, fake worrying about what you liked and didn’t like. You looked up at him, bitting your lip, slowly shaking your head no. 

He spent no time lowering the crop down, now sliding it along your folds. Teasing your entrance, you gasped when he entered it into you, you squirming feeling the cold leather inside you. He pushed further, you winced feeling the change in girth, how thin it felt. How-oddly good. He continued pushing in and out of you, watching as your juiced covered his toy. He leaned down, letting go of your leg and climbing onto the bed, balancing himself in between your legs. He began rubbing your clit once more, while thrusting his toy inside of you,-

“Your greedy little cunt likes my whip now, huh” his voice was drowned out by the pleasure he was giving you, your ears ringing as his touched your bundle of nerves just right. Rubbing you ruthlessly as the crop was still inside of you. You felt yourself letting loose again, violently on his whip. A string of moans left your lips, cumming once more, coating his toy with your cum. You shook on the crop, Michael hadn’t stopped touching you, rubbing you even faster, making your rip his hand away. 

“please, please, stop” begging him as you pulled his hand away, he just laughed at you, looking down at you with his stunning blue eyes. His hair slightly in his face, blocking some of your view from him. 

“p-please,...stop” he mocked you, pulling the riding crop out of you as you laid there on his bed, breathing heavy, your core was almost numb from how much he’s played with you. But he wasn’t done yet. 

Just as before, he brought the crop up to his mouth, licking the leather flap, releasing a groan of his own. God he was magnificent. 

“so sweet” he moaned to himself, so low you questioned whether you were supposed to hear it. 

You laid on his bed, waiting for his next move. You were already panting, not sure if you could handle any other orgasms he planned on giving you. Your legs wide open just for him,- he pushed you further up the bed,-

You wasted no time, unbuttoning his black shirt, ripping it off and doing the same with his jeans and boxers. His length was intimidating, he had his reasons for his arrogance it seems. He was blessed in all areas. 

You grabbed him, slowly stroking his hard-on in your hands before he slapped them away, magically bounding them to the wooden pillars that made up his headboard. Your arms above your head, he gripped your face, making you look at him while he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“Let’s see if this little witch pussy was worth the trouble.” his demeaning words only made you drip more, feeling his rub his pre-cum along your folds. Your core was so ready for him, he made it so. With completely eye contact, you watched as his face contorted with pleasure as he thrust himself inside of you at once, making you take all of him without mercy. You both moaned in unison, enjoying how he filled you up, leaving no room for anything else. 

The room was filed with your moans, michael was on top of you pushing into you with no remorse, hitting your cervix each time, having your back arch into him everytime he hit the right spot. He wouldn’t let you live this down, knowing you love playing hard to get. Knowing all this time all you needed was to be put in your place. 

“You fill me so well, please- please michael” you moaned out, feeling your walls clench around him, feeling as if your body was going to explode having another orgasm, you wish you could have held out for him, but you just couldn’t. Everything thrust hitting so deep, feeling him slide in and out of you fully, slamming back into you to get those delicious painful moans out of you. You were cumming around his cock, leaving trails of your cum on his shaft. You squirmed around him, knowing he was still not done with you, your tear ridden eyes looked up at his, he let go of your face, you were finally able to hide your watery eyes. 

“The waterworks? really? you can’t handle a few orgasm..hmm.” him mocking you just made you hide your face deeper into the pillow, he pulled all the way out, slamming back into you, making your head hit the headboard. Your hands still bound, you could only continue clenching your eyes shut, waiting for him to finally be done with you. 

“I’m having so-” he slammed into you once more. “much” and again. “fucking” and again. “fun” and again. You sobbed out, feeling how raw your pussy was, you couldn’t expect the feeling he was giving you. Your pussy twitching around him, you screamed not knowing what to do when you felt yourself instantly cum again, this time squirting all around his cock, leaking out of any area he wasn’t filling up. “ohh god” you sobbed out, crying as your body shook with pleasure, milking him once again, he gripped your legs around him, his thrusts becoming sloppier, each time he slipped out your cum coated him viciously leaking out of you. 

“im gonna cum so deep inside you you’ll be spitting me up for a week” he promised you as he unraveled inside of you, feeling his hot cum coat your walls, painting you like an artist. He cried out, closing his eyes as he was coming undone. His wet hair sticking to his face, beads of sweat glistening against his skin as he relaxed, pulling out of you and watching as your cum mixed with his slid out, he smiled as the work he’d done. At how much of a mess he made you, with just his dick alone. 

“You’ve been such a good witch for me today.”

[handleheartburn44-blog]

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