#chich rock

[gab-has-adhd]

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What.

WHAT.

WHAT???

WHAT

WHAT DO YOU MEAN PHANTOM BLOOD WILL GET A MUSICAL WITH MUSICS COMPOSED BY FRENCH COMPOSER DOVE ATTIA, WHO ALSO WORKED ON MY FAVORITE FRENCH MUSICAL, MOZART L'OPERA ROCK

AND WHY I AM ONLY LEARNING ABOUT THIS TODAY????

[jayeallisonashtear]

Lauren Mayberry of CHVRCHES in Saint Laurent lipstick dress, c.2015.

[bluntbambzie]

troll sona :3

[adventuringblind]

Maybe you could do a Carlos and Charles one were the reader is the reserve driver and in her first season of it and she’s not used to the travelling and the new stress so she can’t sleep and then they notice how tired she’s getting and one day they all go to work out together and she faints and they are really sweet looking after her (fluff)

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Charles leclerc x reader x Carlos Sainz

Summary: getting better at following prompts, but this is also a tad angsty. Set in Qatar 2023 (Carlos is sick instead of having car issues).

Warnings: sickness, overheating, passing out

Notes: Poor Carlos not getting to race T_T

Masterlist

Making it this far in Formula 1 as a female was hard enough. Actually proving to be worth it is even harder.

Carlos and Charles had been her rock throughout. The fans have taken notice of how close the three of them are. Which can be attributed to the fact they have been dating for over a year now, and Carlos has an incessant need to touch both his partners at every moment.

It helps all three get to stay in the same hotel and can run back and forth between hotel rooms if neccecary.

Carlos had woken up on Friday feeling sick. He struggled with the car all if qualifying and was disappointed with his thirteenth place.

Same thing on Saturday. He was struggling so much that Charles was trying his best to discreetly ask about it. He almost passed out trying to get out of his car. Herself and Charles had to help him get his fireproofs and dump cold water over him.

Ferrari decided he couldn't race and would put their reserve driver in his place. To chich Carlos and Charles tried to stop.

"It's to hot!"

"And that wasn't going to stop either of you!"

That point won her the argument, and she lined up in thirteenth on the grid Sunday night. Which to their credit, it was hot. And it didn't help that she'd already been pushing her limits all weekend with the stresses of life as a female driver.

If she's being honest, she's shocked she crossed the finish line at all with the way things were going. She pushed hard for two hours. Managed no to crash into anyone. She even managed the tires despite the heat.

She planned on celebrating tonight. She may have ended in the same place she started, but it felt good. She felt more confident in herself. Maybe she could get a seat somewhere.

That was until she couldn't get out of the car. Or maybe she did, but she was so out of it she couldn't tell.

The last thing she felt was her helmet smacking the ground.

~~~~~

The lights are horribly blinding when she opens her eyes. Her mouth is so dry she feels like she's had nothing but salt for years.

She readjusts herself in the bed of scratchy linen fabric. What happened? Did she crash? Was finishing such a hard race simply a dream?

"Amour? How are you feeling?" Comes the voice of Carlos. She looks to where he is sitting. His eyes look tired, but his movements are gentle as he reaches for her hand. Charles is slumped on his shoulder asleep.

"Dehydrated and exhasted." She rasps. "What happened?"

You got out of the car and passed out. You weren't the only one either. Charles is exhausted as well." He looks to the Monegasque with sad eyes. "We did have a bet going about whether all three of us can fit in your bed or not."

"Shall we test it out then?"

All three climb into the bed. It's a tight fit, but they manage to make it work with entangled limbs.

It's a nice feeling, falling asleep this time. Inbetween her boys. Their arms draped around her protectively.

"At least you finished the race."

"At least you finished in the points."

"Both of you are tired. Go to sleep!"

[trastornadosrevista]

En Bajada, se presentará en C.A.B.A.

Los platenses En Bajada (ex Embajada Boliviana) una de las bandas de mayor crecimiento en la escena punk nacional se presentarán en C.A.B.A. este viernes 24 de noviembre en “Salón Pueyrredón”. En esta ocasión tocarán los temas del disco "Soñando Locuras" y temas nuevos.

En Bajada es una banda que se formó a finales del año 2021 tras la disolución de la mítica banda de punk rock platense Embajada Boliviana. El proyecto se inició con tres integrantes que formaban parte del bloque eléctrico de la mítica banda: Emiliano Elso (Cabeza) histórico bajista; Juan Elso (Iosu) quien anteriormente estaba a cargo de la voz y la guitarra en EB y Ariel Belok baterista.

En Bajada se propone volver a las raíces desarrollando aquel estilo visceral de las primeras épocas y retomando las viejas y clásicas canciones de EB. A esto se suman algunos nuevos temas con el propósito de plasmarlos en un futuro no muy lejano, en grabaciones de estudio.

A mediados de 2022, Ariel abandona la banda e ingresa en su lugar Adrián “Chiche” Undurraga  con quién se logra afianzar ese sonido que tanto gusta a sus fanáticos.

Con esta nueva formación, la banda comenzó un recorrido por distintos lugares del país con una propuesta donde la esencia de EB se reconstruye ofreciendo shows donde las melodías y la energía se adueñan del escenario.

Banda invitada Capricho.

Entradas disponibles en: - Alpogo.com https://alpogo.com/evento/en-bajada-y-capricho-en-salon-pueyrredon-12672 

[simonatincablog]

Back to school outfit.

Hey girls new blog post is here 😍 Back to school outfit !! Cu toate stim ca primele zile de scoala sunt cele mai importante atunci cand vine vorba de moda ❤️. Te astept pe blog sa vezi despre ce este vorba ❌⭕❌⭕⤵

Acum cateva zile am facut o plimbare pana in Cluj Napoca, si m-am gandit ca ar fi ocazia perfecta sa realizez doua outfit-uri potrive pentru scoala sau facultate. Pentru multe dintre voi saptamana ce a trecut a fost una aglomerata si plina de emotii, a fost prima saptamana de liceu dupa o vacanta  foarte calduroasa si plina de activitate.  Ce feeling ai acum ca scoala a inceput? Desi eu l-am…

[justafairytailofinnocence]

TYSM for always writing such amazing fics!!! I have another request 😍

Okay soooo

1- if you could write something about jaspers significant other getting her feelings hurt when they are talking with the Cullen's and then feeling embarrassed, so she runs away to the nearby river and cry's.

2- how would Jacob black react to his significant other waiting for him on the bed in some spicy lingerie 😜😜(his significant other is really blushy and shy too)

Hello dear 💖 I've finally finished the oneshot. I hope you enjoy.

Jasper X reader🎀

Like ice and tears😢

It felt like snow,

The first reaction I had developed from touching a vampires hand. My father always said, “Your always curious aren’t you”. Curiosity isn’t a bad thing it can fill one’s mind with Joy or sadness, depending on how you view things. The Supernatural are such cliché’s really, my friends would spout on about Dracula and Frankenstein. I find it iconic that someone would even want to meet a monster. In truth I find it even more Iconic I fell in love with one, a vampire.

One day I was walking home with my friends, one of them had been talking about the latest movie. I was zoning out, normally chich flick romances weren’t my thing. I was more into horror and Rock, the typical outcast genre. No one really understood what it was like to have these abilities to even witness something that you don’t see every day. My so called “friends” asked me which boy I liked in that movie “come on y/n which one the hot surfer or the bad boy”. I really didn’t like any of them, compared to Jasper they were all but mere ghosts to my eyes. “Uh none really” I replied quietly “none how?!? Ugh your so weird first we paid for your ticket and then you act edgy”.

“Maybe it’s how I am, why can’t you accept that” I yelled “my god your lucky you even have any friends”. I started to run; this sickening feeling arose in my mind I could hear every bad thing clawing it’s way through my head. I needed to stop and take a breath, the next minuets soon turned to seconds as I let out a sob. “Worthless, Worthless, WORTHLESS” my mind screamed at me.

I sat in the streets crying, I looked like some lost girl trying to bed for food. I couldn’t even move my mind was centred on the negative feedback my friends discussed with me. That was until I felt a hand press down. “Hey darlin everything ok” a man with pale skin and auburn eyes greeted me. “I used to feel like this at times, uh mostly after my ex-love” Jasper sat down next to me. “If I’m down sometimes I focus on the lighter things, reading calms me or playing baseball” he smiled.

“Go away Jasper you don’t understand” I could hear footsteps surrounding me “Jasper how long are we going to wait out in the rain for” Alice approached. Emmett and Rosalie both looked confused as to what was going on “Y/n you ok” Rosalie asks. Rosalie and y/n had been close along with Alice they were all like sisters. “Just leave me alone” the Cullen’s looked stunned, I needed to get away, so I took a route in the nearby forest to a small river my mother used to take me to. “Y/n stop!” Jasper shouted, “why don’t you get it, I’m not good theirs nothing special about me”.

“Of course, there is, I’ve seen it all you’ve done to make me happy is smile” Jasper ran up and hugged me from behind. I could feel his cold skin wrapping into my warm flesh. “y/n I love you and seeing you like this it hurts me darlin” he croaked his voice. “So please just let me help you” Jasper sounded on the point of begging. I however turn and kiss him “you mean so much to me and I can’t stay mad at you”.

We looked at each other in the rainy forest, laying down as rain hit our bodies, our skin. My mind was at peace, and I couldn’t be selfish to take it away from the people I love.

“Jasper I love you” y/n muttered “I always will”.

How he would react to you in lingerie 🎀💖

– so Jake would be quite the show off, his possessiveness would rub off on you. He would try to set you in the most romantic way possible.

- you are being in lingerie helps his animal instincts come into play, he would grab you and kiss you with every chance he gets.

- you would blush every time he compliments you like “I’m hotter than any guy you’ve met” or “your mine y/n, you always will be”.

- Jake won’t let you go; he refuses to see anyone else take you in.

- he would probably brag about it to his pack, although he would beg you for more.

- Jake is quite hard to control so just remind him if it’s too rough or too painful.

- you would cuddle in bed as he would embrace you.

Anyways that's all I have now:

Ta Ta 💫

[stellar-solar-storm]

A heart, you got it in the one you need.

Ooo what’s this? A double prompt? Damn right it is. Day 5 + 6, Beads, Carbons. @killjoynest come get your womans.

Newsie is exhausted. She’s just gotten back to the station after a run to zone 1. It had taken longer than expected because apparently someone had lost a dog and Newsie stopped o help find the poor thing. She, the owner, and about five more ‘joys found her under a rock near the picket fence, and the owner was adamant about paying them. The five other ‘joys had left before he could pay them, and he practically shoved the carbons into Newsie’s pocket. But, that was five more carbons to put towards Chimp’s anniversary present. They had been together for three years, and Newsie wanted to do something extra special. Chimp’s beads had broken a few weeks ago in the last clap they were in, and it was gravity- she was still upset about losing them. So, Newsie was planning on making her a new strand. She had been saving carbons anyways, and with these five, her savings totaled about twenty-seven carbons- more than enough. Opening the top drawer of her desk, she deposits the extra currency and closes the drawer just before Chimp knocks on the doorframe, a big smile on her face.

“What’s cookin’, good-lookin’?” she greets, walking in and putting an arm around Newsie.

“Oh, just cleanin’ up a little bit- an extra lil anniversary present. Me to you.” Newsie leans up and places a kiss onto her girlfriend’s cheek.

“Aww, thanks! How’d the run go- I know something happened, and I want to know all about it.” Chimp sits down on the desk in front of Newsie.

“Well, someone lost their dog, so me and a few others went lookin form ‘em, Chimp he was so cute, you would’ve just died on the spot.” Newsie stands up from the chair and walks over to the vinyl cabinet they had and picks out one of the few unscratched ones to play. As the first few notes play out of the turn-table speakers, Newsie turns back to look at Chimp, waggling her eyebrows, “You wanna dance?” 

“Oh my witch- you know I can’t stand Mad Gear songs,” Chimp says, crossing her arms and staying on her stop on the desk.

“But Chich- it’s f. t. whole wide world- you gotta.” Newsie walks over to her and drags her off the desk, much to Chimp’s protest.

“Alright, one song.” Chimp caves in, and Newsie grins at her, snd they both ‘dance’- in all honesty, it was really just jumping around and laughing more than anything- and they’re exhausted by the time the song ends. Newsie collapses, out of breath, against a wall, tugging Chimp down next to her.

“I love ya, goofball,” Newsie says, taking Chimp’s hand in her’s.

“I love you, too,” Chimp smiles back.

***

“Chimp- I’m going to the market to sell this shirt, you need anything?” Newsie calls out to her girlfriend, who shouts, ‘Nah, have fun,’ before Newsie leaves, speeding off to the killjoy hotspot in 2. She’s set up a sale of some old merch from a pre-wars band, there wasn’t a band name on it- but the ritalin rat who was buying it must have recognized the heart-shaped grenade. She pulls up to the market, and the dude ran up with a big smile on his face. She couldn’t help but smile back. She loved this part of the zones- finding things that make people happy- she liked happiness. There was a low supply of that out here. She grabs the old shirt and gets out of the car to greet them.

“Hey there! You here for the shirt?” Newsie asks, holding it up a little bit. The other nods excitedly.

“Witch, please be the right shirt. May I?” they ask holding out a hand, and Newsie trusts them. She hands it over, and they unfold it and gasp. “This is- holy shit, thank you so much- he’s gonna be so happy!”

“Wait, he? You’re not keeping it?” Newsie asks, confused.

“Yeah, I’m giving it to my boyfriend- he was one of the last people to see them live- Green Day- back in 2013 actually. He’s gonna be so happy. It took a while, but I finally got the six carbons- they’re here somewhere.” they tear up, and then they start patting down their pockets, looking for them.

“You know what- you can have it. No carbons needed. It’s just a shirt to me, but it seems to mean a lot more to you, so you can have it.” Newsie says, holding up her hand. 

They look back at her, gaping, “Are- are you sure? I mean this is a pre-wa-”

“I’m sure- and if you start crying I’m gonna start crying, too. Witch guide you and your boyfriend, dude.” Newsie says, and they smile, thanking her one last time before leaving. Newsie smiles to herself. She had enough carbons, she didn’t need theirs. She walks into the market and scours the stands and sellers for string, beads, and paints, and she finds all three with eleven carbons to spare. She decides to buy a few cans of Batt Food for dinner that night, and she gets back into the car and speeds back to the station. She hides the string, beads, paint, and Batt Food before telling Chimp what happened, then says that she’s ‘gonna take a nap.’ but Newsie is actually planning on making some progress on Chimp’s new bead strand. And make progress she does. Newsie’s a quarter of the way done before she tucks it away. 

***

The next chance she gets to work on the beads is the next day- Chimp goes to ‘get gas for the car’ and Newsie practically finishes by the time Chimp gets back. Their anniversary is two days away, and Newsie is really excited to show her.

***

The days pass by in a blur, and the next thing Newsie knows, she and Chimp are out on a blanket drive to the Witch’s garden for dinner. As they pull up, Newsie gets out and lays a blanket over the roof of the car, and she helps Chimp up. Once they get settled, Chimp squeals in delight when Newsie produces the three cans of Batt food she’d gotten, and Chimp presents two cans of her own. 

“Was that what you were doing that day in the market?” Chimp asks, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Well, part of it at least- Happy anniversary, Chi-chi.” Newsie puls out a small box and hands it to her, smiling.

Chimp gives her a ‘What did you do’ look before opening the box, her eyes lighting up when she sees what’s inside, “Oh, Newsie, you didn’t-” she takes the beads out and holds them in her hand, Newsie can see the tears forming in her eyes. 

“Of course I did, I love you,” Newsie says, wrapping an arm around Chimp’s shoulder and kissing her forehead.

“I don’t deserve you.” Chimp says, her eyes are closed and she’s closed her hands around the strand of beads.

“Oh shush, I love you, and that’s the end of it,” Newsie says, and Chimp smiles.

“I love you, too.”

[wemultitudinous]

TINY NEW YEAR KISS DRABBLES // VILLANELLE & EVE // @omniishambles

Villanelle sends her a dress.

And Eve will never get bored of it, that’s the thing. Some innocuous looking parcel will turn up, or sometimes she’ll just find a tissue-and-ribbon wrapped package placed carefully on her bed, which just lends a whole other level of excitement to the proceedings that she knows she’s mad for feeling. Housebreaking isn’t sexy. Except when it is.

So she wears it, of course she does, a little dark blue number with silver accents that fits like it was made for her. For all she knows it was; Villanelle certainly isn’t short on cash. And she goes to the party like she’d planned, half-listening to conversations and laughing too late at jokes, too much of her attention on the crowd around her. Waiting to spot Villanelle.

Midnight comes, and goes, and Villanelle doesn’t show. Eve feels disappointment settle in her belly like a rock, mixing with the excess of cheap fizz and hors d’oeuvres from Iceland. She excuses herself, slides on her coat and escapes to the smoking area, arms wrapped around herself to ward off the chill as she leans on a railing and watches fireworks illuminate the grey clouds overhead.

“You know, there is no point in wearing a nice dress if you’re just going to wear that thing over it anyway.”

Eve’s heart skips a beat and she turns, too quickly to play it off. Villanelle is standing there, devastatingly chich in a fitted suit, hands in her pockets and managing to look like it’s a balmy 23 degrees rather than the frigid 2 degrees it actually is.

“I like this coat,” she says. “It keeps me warm.”

“So would an old duvet,” Villanelle says derisively. “And it would look the same.”

“Then buy me a coat next time,” Eve says.

“Would you wear it?” Villanelle asks, mockingly, her voice low and sing-song.

“Maybe.”

“No you wouldn’t.” She makes her way up to Eve, right up to her, not an inch left between them. Eve’s arms tighten where they’re crossed over her chest. Even after all this time. “You want to pretend you still have some control.”

And then, before Eve can argue, Villanelle presses a kiss against her lips. Demanding, firm, gentle.

“Which is a shame. Because your ass looks great in that dress. Happy new year, Eve.”

And then with a grin flashing bright in the darkness like the fireworks above, she’s gone.

[angelicspaceprince]

If The Punishment Fits

Author: Ama

Title: If The Punishment Fits

Pairing: Scarabee/Reader

Character/s: Scarabee

Word Count: 2, 896 words

Warnings: A/B/O, BDSM themes, smut (18+ only), boot riding, overstim, multiple orgasms, boot kink

Tags: N/A

Prompt: Close to your heat, you decide to get a little bratty. Scarabee isn’t going to tolerate it.

Notes: Again, @sapphic-florals​ was being a shit so I wrote this as a punishment. Enjoy my lovelies.

Buy Me a Coffee

If The Punishment Fits

It was dark. The silk, black, blindfold made sure you couldn’t see and the binds made of matching material limited your movement to just rocking your hips against the solid mass that's currently pressed against your heat. Your hips stuttered to a halt when you gasp, pressing down a little too hard on your clit. You can hear your alpha’s discontent rumbling.

“Did I say you could stop mon cher?” You whimper at his warning, hips moving again, making sure not to graze your clit so hard against the unyielding leather of his boot.

It was your own fault, really. You were being bratty, and had been for weeks. Bee had been busy with work, and he had tried to make time to spend with you but. In his line of work? It wasn’t always easy, let alone possible. That still didn’t excuse you from pushing his buttons, however.

What tipped him over the edge was you telling him that you’d find another alpha if he was too busy to pay attention to you. You both knew you didn’t mean it, but the threat was there and that wasn’t something you could get away with, which you knew the moment his eyes snapped up to you, head twisting so he had a full view of you as he growled out “Quoi? Qu'est-ce que tu viens de me dire, Y/N?” You could feel the challenge, but you stuck out your jaw and simply informed him that he very much heard you. “Over my knee, omega.”

You scoff. “As if that’d work on me. I’m sure I can find an alpha who is more able to dom me than a simple command to come straddle his knee. It’s been so long, I doubt you could even handle me anymore.” The smile on his face is deadly as you start to dig yourself into your grave.

“C'est à moi que tu parles? Oh, petite fille, tu devrais savoir maintenant me parler avec plus de respect que ça.” He pats at his knee. “Here. Now.”

“I think I’d rather just leave and go find one of the other boys.” You’re about to remark how they would probably have time for you is cut off by a dark chuckle.

“Chiche!” You move to leave, ignoring him patting his knee taking him up on his dare. “Si vous quittez cette pièce, ma petite pute, vous le regretterez.” You don’t need to speak French to know that that is very much a threat.

And this was your punishment. Three days before your heat was due to hit, you were tied down and told to rock against him until you came. Which you did, expecting to be told to stop and clean up.

But then he told you to keep going.

And going.

And going.

12 orgasms later and you’re exhausted. Small praises helped you carry on but even then, your muscles are sore, cramped and covered in sweat. You are sure you are wet to your knees with your slick as you press your head against his thigh, nuzzling in when his hand moves to hold onto your hair lightly.

“That’s it, mon petite amour, let me hear those pretty little sounds you make. Let me hear your brain melt for me.” You whimper loudly.

“Alpha, please, I don’t think I can do another.” You beg.

“Chut.” You press your head down harder against his thigh as your hips continue to rock. It felt like every cell in your body was on fire, and the cause was the constant rubbing on your clit, crying out when he lifts his foot to the pressure builds, bringing you closer to number 13. “Écoutez mon petit oiseau chanteur chanter. Quels jolis sons elle chante pour moi.” He cooes as you shudder over him, head now moving for you to mouth at the fabric of his pants in an attempt to convince him to let you have a break. “Qu'est-ce que c'est ça? Ma petite salope veut-elle quelque chose? Continuez à monter ma botte, petit. Make Daddy proud, darlin’.” You whine as he starts to pet at your hair as you cry out against him, your 14th orgasm taking over you as you shudder and cry out, mouth feeling like it's full of cotton wool, just like your brain as you drool against the leg of his pants.

“Oh, sweet thing, has your brain finally melted for me?” You hear him snicker but you’re too tired to bite back as his hands carefully remove the blindfold from your face. You blink, the light of the room an assault on your eyes after so long in the dark. “You did so well for me, ma charmante femme.” His hands move to brush back sweaty hair with a smile as you slowly gain the strength back to sit upright. “You know what you have to do now?” You look at him, confusion evident on your face. “You made a mess, mon cherie, you have to clean it up.” You moan when your brain, although slowed from the fog, finally pieces together what he wants. To his credit, he does help you dismount and wiggle back, even if he didn’t untie you and he pushed down on your back so you landed on your face next to his shoe. It's only then you discover just how worked up he got you.

His shoe is soaked and the floor is saturated in your slick. To be fair, you are pretty impressed you managed to produce so much without being in heat. Above you, you hear the alpha clearing his throat. “Allez-y alors, chouette, allez travailler.”

You start with his shoe, tongue gliding against the soft leather as the earthy taste mixes with your own. You can’t help but groan as you methodically slide over every inch, stopping occasionally to press your lips firmly against the tip of the boot, causing Bee to laugh at your insistence of kissing his feet. You can pick up his voice speaking softly above you, words washing over you as you concentrate on just the feel and taste of leather on your tongue. “Oh, ma douce, tu m'écoutes et tu m'obéis si bien. Une si bonne petite fille, parfaite pour moi. Tu es si belle à genoux pour moi, mon ange. Je devrais peut-être vous garder là-bas, ça vous plairait? Oh. Je pense que oui.” You whine loudly as you move from his shoe to the floor, making sure to chase every drop you can against the hardwood floor. It's hard, you have to shuffle around, your knees are aching from kneeling for so long and your arms and wrists are sore from being tied in an awkward position for so long. But, you obey your alpha and make sure that the floor and his shoe is shiny with your spit. He chuckles when he catches you eyeing his other shoe but pulls you into his lap before you even have a chance to clean it.

“How do you feel, ma belle?” He asks as he calmly unties your hands, bringing them in front of you as he massages the redness away from your wrists.

“M tired.” You say softly as you melt under his administration, leaning in to find his scenting spot on his neck and purring happily once you find it, nuzzling in close as you start to relax into the smell of honey, liquor and something that you couldn’t ever place, but was just so quintessentially Bee that it always felt like walking home. “Sore. Hot.” You list off. He hums as he traces lightly over your back.

“You did so well for me, darlin’. Si fier de toi, douceur. Vraiment, je suis impressionné.” He purrs out. “Such a good little omega for me.” You feel him move to ghost his mouth along your neck until he finds his mating mark and mouths over it gently, causing you to keen at the heat against such a sensitive spot. “You going to behave from now on, cher?” You snort.

“No. When do I ever?” He chuckles, your statement very true.

“C'est vrai, mon amour. Une des nombreuses choses que j'aime et admire chez vous.” He states softly against your skin.

The two of you just sit together, you in silence as he murmurs faint praises in a mix of English and French. The stiffness and soreness goes away, but the heat does not. Instead, it seems to build. You shift in his hold a few times before your brain snaps to attention.

Oh.

“Uh. Bee?”

“Mm?”

“I uh. I think we may have-”

“May have what, little omega.”

“Ithinkwemayhaveprematurelysetofmyheat.”

“.....ah.”

“So.”

“Bedroom?”

“Probably for the best.”

[jayeallisonashtear]

[inthishousewestansaeran]

A New Friend

So I was scrolling through my dash, and I saw a discussion about a Psychic! Saeran AU, and I decided to try it out. I may have taken a few liberties. Credit to @marshmallowprotection for the idea, check them out they’re great. I might write more for this in the future...

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Saeran had always seen things others couldn’t.

He wasn’t insane or anything, he knew he wasn’t, but he still saw them nonetheless. The dark figures that hung around in the shadows that everyone else was oblivious too. Sometimes they were human, just seemingly normal people that, for some reason, seemed rather off. Sometimes they were a little less than human, peering at him from odd and unexpected places like silent, stoic guardians. There were a few he’d met that weren’t human at all, the old ones that have roamed the earth for centuries in search of goals that humans could probably never understand.

At first, he had treated them no different then how any other child would treat their imaginary friends. They had played cards together, they had played checkers together. They played tic-tac-toe and rock paper scissors and bottle toss. It was fun.

When Saeyoung had left, they comforted him. They stayed by him and cheered him up simply by just being there for him.

After a while of seeing these entities, he had decided to look up what they were, because he couldn’t stand not knowing, not knowing what he saw right before his yes and spoke to on a daily basis. That’s when he had first stumbled upon the name cryptid.

He had known them by many names before he knew what they actually were, these cryptids. Sometimes those names were newer, reflecting a slightly younger entity, and sometimes they were older, wiser, with endless tales to tell him and endless bits of advice to share. Although, he had yet to meet one that was over 300, and had rarely ever thought if there were any. After all, the older ones rarely ever ventured into human settlements, and when they did, he knew that they would never have been seen.

Which is why he had been very surprised to meet one on his daily stroll through the gardens.

The figure was at least 8 feet tall, with blackened, peeling skin and long, pitch-black hair that came to frayed ends along its waist. It was covered head to toe in tattered furs and torn wool clothing that looked older than anything Saeran had ever seen in his life. Its feet came down into blackened hooves, and charred horns protruded from its skull like some sort of chiche parasite. It had long, sharp claws that came to almost talon-like points on the end, which were stained a vaguely rust-colored substance, like dried blood. Chains covered its body, rattling each time it moved.

Saeran stared for a moment at the creature, caught off guard by how old the thing felt. It was almost like accidentally walking in on a time bubble that was permanently stuck in the beginning of man. He slowly became very aware of the creature staring back, its eyes, a dark, glowing emerald green, gazing straight through him like he wasn’t even there in the first place.

It was the first to break the silence, its deep voice slow and methodical, like each word held its own truth within the sentence it spoke.

“Hello there, child. I wasn’t expecting a human to be up this late.”

Saeran stood there, his mouth visibly hanging open as he struggled to come up with something to say. It smiled a little, as if it understood his plight without even needing to hear a word from his mouth.

“Ah. You wish to know why I am here, yes?”

Saeran slowly nodded, his eyes never breaking contact, even for a second.

“I was here to look for a certain someone, who I believe I have found. Do not worry, child. I won’t be needing to bother you again.”

“N- No!! P- Please, stay. You don’t have to go...” Saeran smiled nervously, reaching out his hand to the creature in front of him. “Can’t you at least stay for a little bit?”

It smiled at him with mild amusement, its eyes filled with a deep emotion he couldn’t quite comprehend. “What do you mean by that, child?”

“I mean... It’s not a bother if you... hang around for a little longer... right?” Saeran inwardly cringed as he heard his voice waver a little bit, and he felt his face flush in embarrassment. He almost expected to hear a comment on it.

Instead, it nodded, grabbing his hand like it was made out of glass. Its hands were cold, like a corpse buried in ice. “I suppose you are right. I would like to stay a little longer.”

The night passed by quickly, the two of them chatting over random things, often with little rhyme or reason. It was almost like talking to an acquaintance, or a nice coworker, or even a friend. He felt himself warming up to the fur-coated figure as the night went on, and, despite its outward appearance, it was actually pretty nice to hang around with.

It listened to him ramble on and on, its patience never thinning or wavering in the slightest. Its voice was calm and collected as it spoke, replying to his questions and chiming in with the wisdom only something as old as it can. Occasionally, it would offer advice, backed up by who knows how many years of experience. He would listen to it, lapping up each thing it said word for word like a child being told a fairy tale.

Before Saeran knew it, the sun had already started rising in the horizon, signaling the start of the day. He stared at the light, both surprised and disappointed that the sun had come up so soon. He looked over at it, unable to hide the displeasure in his voice as he spoke.

“So. I guess you gotta leave now, huh...”

“Ah, yes. I believe I do.” It stood up, making moves to leave. As it turned, its eyes locking in on his face, causing an array of unreadable emotions to roll over its face before it reached out to him, running its fingers through his hair.

“Do not worry yourself, child. I will come back soon enough. I rather enjoyed our talk.”

Saeran looked up, his eyes meeting its. “You did?”

A deep, rumbling sound came from its throat, something that he could have sworn was a laugh. “Of course. It’s been quite a long time since I have met a human like you.”

He smiled a little as it turned around once again, this time really planning to go. Saeran reached out, his hand brushing against his hair as the final question escaped his lips.

“Wait! I- I never got your name!”

It smiled wide, revealing rows and rows of sharp, pearly white teeth.

“You, my dear, can call me K.”

[fatoumyvu]

6 and 13

Fav band not to be a classic rock fucking chiche but pescado rabioso (close second los abuelos de la nada cause they are my parents faves and I grew up with it) anyone that follows me here loves rock and has never heard any 70s 80s arg rock go and do that now

Life goal maybe being happy or more than I've been for the last 10 years at least cause those have been pretty shit idk spend as much time as I can with people I love mmmm work with kids

[therandomfics]

Good News. [One Shot]

“Open your mouth.” 

“No.” 

“Please, open your mouth.” 

“NO!” 

“Alright, that’s it. I’m calling Daddy,” you threatened, holding up your phone. You held it up to your ear and pretended to talk to your husband. “Hello, darling. Yes. Yes. I know, I’ve told her that she needs to take her medicine, or she’s going to have to go back to the doctor. Yes. Okay. Hold on.” You covered the microphone and looked at your daughter. “Daddy said take your medicine or you’re gonna have to go see Doctor Jiminez again. Do you want that?” 

“No... but don’t want medicine.” 

You hung up the fake phone call and groaned. “Evelyn Magnolia Carisi, take your medicine or you’re going to bed.” 

Her eyes welled up with tears as she opened her mouth and allowed you to spoon in the thick bubble gum flavored liquid. After she swallowed, she fake gagged and fell back onto the couch. Drama queen, you thought, but she came by it honestly.

“No more!” she cried out and sat up, looking at the bottle. She was clearly disheartened to find it was still half full, and made it a point to stick her tongue out at the bottle, and then you. “Where Daddy?” 

“He’s at work, angel. He’ll be home in a little while. What should we make for dinner?” 

“Mac and cheese!” she cried joyfully and began bouncing on the couch. So much for being sick enough to stay home from daycare. 

You scrunched up your nose and shook your head. “Again? You had that for lunch. You’re going to turn into mac and cheese if you don’t start eating something different.” 

“Pizza?” she offered, her tears having disappeared. “Pizza and cheetos.”

“Who eats pizza and cheetos, Evie?” you asked with a hearty laugh. “That sounds really gross, actually. Let’s not talk about that.” 

“Daddy. He likes dem,” she answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Good gracious. Daddy can’t have any secrets with you around, can he?” You laughed and scooped her up into your arms, carrying her to her room. “Alright my beautiful girl, why don’t you teach your Barbies their ABCs and I’ll start on dinner.” You set her down on her bed and handed her a basket full of barbies, clothes, and accessories. “Love you,” you added, kissing the top of her head and walking to the kitchen. 

“Love you!” she shouted at your retreating figure. 

As you scooped a mixture of rice, vegetables, and chicken onto the plates on the counter, your phone rang. It was almost drowned out by the incessant, but beautiful, singing that Evie was doing at the table, and your sudden dizziness that had been bothering you for the past three weeks.

“BABY SHA-” she continued, but you tossed a pot holder at her to get her attention. 

“Shh!” you warned, before she threw the pot holder back at you. 

“Shark.. do do do do..” she whispered, looking down at the table to hide the fact that she was still singing. 

“Hello?” you answered, pointing at your phone to encourage her to be quiet. “Hi, my love. Everything okay?” 

“Yeah,” Sonny answered over the sounds of the streets he walked down. “I’m on the way home, just wanted to hear your voice. It’s been a long day.” 

“Was it that bad?” 

“Not terrible just exhausting. The Clemmons case I’m working on is a mess. I’ve gotten six different stories from two people in the last week, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to approach this going to court.” He sighed as you heard the jingling of keys. 

“Evie, there’s a present for you at the door,” you said quickly, pointing at the front door. “Okay, she.. yep, she’s there.” You hung up the phone in time to see Sonny open the door and grab a squealing Evie, holding her up and kissing her face. 

“How’s my sweet girl?” he asked as his daughter showered his face with little red kisses. Apparently she’d gotten into her costume make up.. again. 

“I missed you!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around his neck. “Mommy made chich..chick-an, and vegables so no more cheetos.” 

You raised an eyebrow at your husband and shook your head. “That’s right. No more cheetos, Daddy.” You struggled to hide your smirk, knowing very well that calling your husband Daddy was a sure way to get under his skin in the best way.

Evie wiggled her way down and ran back to the kitchen, giving Sonny the opportunity to greet you. “My beautiful wife,” he murmured, kissing your lips repeatedly. “God I missed you all day long. I love you.” 

You embraced him and kissed him, letting your lips linger for a long moment. “I love you the most. C’mon, dinner’s ready and Evie wants to watch Coraline tonight.” 

“Isn’t that a little.. graphic for her? She’s four,” Sonny reminded you, leaving you no choice but to salute him with your middle finger. 

“Do I have another mother?” Evie asked, pointing at the television. She was pointing at Coraline’s other mother, a woman who had button eyes and fulfilled nearly every one of the little girl’s wishes. 

“No, no you don’t. This is just someone’s imagination. You know how we make up stories sometimes? Well, this movie is a story someone made up,” you explained as your daughter climbed into your lap and kicked her feet onto Sonny’s leg. “Plus, I wouldn’t look good with button eyes.” 

It didn’t take very long for Evie to fall asleep, leaving about 45 minutes left of her movie. Come to think of it, you realized she’d never actually finished that movie. You kissed her forehead gently after Sonny tucked her into bed. “Love you, my beautiful girl,” you whispered, placing her favorite stuffed animal at her side. 

Sonny pulled you by your hand out of Evie’s room and down the hall to your own room, shutting the door gently behind you. “C’mere,” he murmured, pulling you still towards the bed. He lied back and patted the spot beside him, beckoning you to climb into the bed beside him. “I just want some quality time with you.” 

You crawled over him and laid your head on his chest, draping your arm over his torso. “Today was a long day,” you confessed with a sigh. 

“I agree. What happened?” 

“Evie fought me all day long about taking her medicine, cried herself to sleep during nap time, and then ran around like a crazy child most of the afternoon,” you explained, letting out a long sigh. “But it’s fine. I’m pretty sure that your day was more difficult, so I shouldn’t complain.” 

“Hey, taking care of a child - especially one as willful as our Evie - is no easy task,” he corrected you, rubbing your back. “My day really wasn’t bad. I was pissed when I left the office but seeing you two always makes things better.” 

“You know, child care is expensive,” you stated, seemingly at random. 

He nodded and kissed the top of your head. “Yeah, it is.” 

“It’s gonna be even more expensive with two kids,” you added. 

Sonny sat up so fast that you fell back onto the bed with a laugh. “What?” he asked loudly, looking down at you with wide eyes. 

You placed your hand on your stomach and nodded. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure when to tell you, but we’re 7 weeks. It’s just the beginning but, we’re gonna have another baby,” you beamed, before suddenly being crushed by Sonny’s incessant kisses. 

“I can’t believe it!” he nearly cried, pulling you to his chest and rocking you side to side on the bed. “Another Carisi! I couldn’t ask for anything better!” 

[theknightswhosayni-cole]

Answer 21

Answer 21, tag 21 people you would like to know better

Tagged by: @plasticdodecagon​ Thanks for the tag! ^_^

1) Nickname/s:

Uhh I had a couple in high school but hey were the Worst so they can stay in the dusty distant past

I do have a friend that calls me Chich. That one’s good.

2) Zodiac Sign:

Sagittarius

3) Height:

5′6″

4) Hogwarts House:

Ravenclaw

5) Last thing I googled:

Selected phobia

I was trying to figure out if my fear of being eaten (thank you Jurassic Park) had a nifty Greek phobia name?

Actually now the last thing I googled was the etymology of “phobia” because I couldn’t remember if it was Latin or Greek but apparently it was in both? 

6) Favourite musicians:

My answer to questions like this is usually either “it varies” or a list that just keeps growing so it feel like genres will be easier

So primarily folk (especially Irish trad) and rock/metal (especially post-hardcore)

7) Song stuck in my head:

Non-Stop from the Hamilton soundtrack

8) Following now:

378

9) Followers:

78

10) Do I get asks?

Nah

11) Amount of sleep:

Mmm usually somewhere in the area of 6-7 hours, to my eternal despair lol. The goal’s always 8 though

12) Lucky number:

I don’t think I have one? My luck is historically pretty not good, not gonna lie

13) What I’m wearing:

pj/sweatpants and a tank top

14) Dream job:

Novelist TTuTT

15) Dream trip:

Oh man, so many places lol. I do very much want to go back to Ireland though

16) Favourite food:

Hmm I am a sucker for a good pizza

17) Instruments:

Viola!

18) Languages:

Native English, conversational Spanish (on a good day, heh), I studied Mandarin Chinese for a couple of years in college

I’ve dabbled in a couple others on Duolingo, and now Duolingo thinks I’m more fluent in German than Spanish but that is definitely 100% not true lol

19) Favourite songs:

Mmm I get a real kick out of the Shia Labeouf song?

There’s also II Kara by Wanima at the moment, and Mo Ghile Mear by the University College Dublin choir 

20) Random fact:

I do D&D and I sew and every so often I’ll get back into archery

21) Aesthetic:

Uhh a lot of stacks of books probably. At least that’s what my room looks like. Also my brother’s old room

Also I would like my aesthetic to have like mist-fringed mountains/hills. And probably like some brocade and a dragon or something, I dunno, fantasy things

Tagging: @cukibola @lone-rhapsodist

[noisessobbingdistant]

Metal Mania #8 — Page 48

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to win the crowd, Bow Wow ripped and showed themselves to be genuine Metal Gods! The Reading crowd was eventually receptive to the band from the rising sun as they were assaulted by such greats as “Youre Mine” and “Breakdown of the Earth” (from thier new LP “Warning from Stardust”) and thier theme song “We are Bow Wow”. They played numbers off fo thier “Asian  Volcano” LP along with the older classics like “Prelude”, “Get on our train” and “Signal Fire”. Real rump punting rock and roll—banzai style! The ultra tight poundings this band unleashed frmo the east, topped by the rocketing leads that Kyoji played made this a very impressive band. The raging hordes diddent want them to leave and they pelted the roadies with bottles and things (corncobs—no kidding), shouting BowWowBowWowBowWow (arf arf, Ron?) but the band was allowed no encore.

Shortly, the other stage was taken by the band that a lot of people were saving thier corncobs for, simply because they’ve been getting so much god damned TYPE. Well take my word for it now, OK? Rock Goddess were actually good—for once the hype was right! They were surprisingly heavy and could play thier instruments quite well. The singer was also an impressive guitarist and played some excellent solos (later I was surprised to find out that they are looking for another lead guitarist to be even heavier!). Though chiched riffs abounded, they were heavy and metal where Girlschool is merely hard rock. Because of the all female line up, the comparison has to be obvious, but they actually kicked ass!

It started to get warmer and the bands got weaker so I took a hike when Grand Prix’s total cliche wank rock songs came on. They’re wimp outs. 

Next up were Bernie Torme’s Electric Gypsys who put on a good show while Torme threw in some slick solos. Then we’re back to shit rock agaiin with Ore, a bad pop version of Handsome Beast (who are dull enough) complete with a fat stupid singer.

Soon the crowd was drooling for some entertainment and what better is there than AC/DC with tits, nice ones too (you’re a pig, Ron), Cheetah!!!

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