#days was extremely heavy on ��hey these guys are all people”

[firestorm09890]

FUCK what I said about the majority of significant changes to dialogue in Re:CoM being to adjust Axel's characterization, the most egregious change is actually this

(GBA CoM)

(Re:CoM)

if I had to guess, the reason for this change was because in GBA CoM, The Superior was a spooky, unknown being at the head of this Organization we had very little knowledge on, and for Vexen, the guy who runs his mouth constantly about how much better he is than the others, to be terrified of him, he must be some pretty scary dude. But then after kh2 we know him, it's Xemnas, he's very dramatic, he likes to talk to the moon, and the effect of your mind filling in the gaps about what "The Superior" must be like is gone. So it wasn't really necessary anymore, right?

(rest under cut because it's long)

Except... the way they changed it is so weird. In the GBA version, what's happening is pretty clear:

Marluxia tells Vexen that his project is a failure

Vexen demonstrates that he does not give a shit about Marluxia's opinion

he does care very much about The Superior's opinion, though, and Marluxia uses this to blackmail him into eliminating Sora- an action which is nonsensical, as the entire point of what they're doing needs Sora alive, making it clear to everyone in the room that he is deliberately sending Vexen to die

and then after that, when Vexen shows up to fight Sora, he goes "if you want to fight me for real you've gotta do it in the memories from the other side of your heart lol bye" and Sora goes "huh? other side?" and then it cuts to a scene on the top floor:

and then this gets more into subtext but here, Vexen has realized he's totally fucked and his only hope is to mess directly with Marluxia's plans (well, they were the Organization's plans, but it's pretty obvious by now Marluxia's abusing his power for his own purposes) by giving Sora more information than he should know. This does get the traitor gang worried enough to send Axel to go kill him (as opposed to just letting Sora take care of him, which was presumably the original plan)- he very specifically cuts Vexen off to keep him from saying too much (this is retained between the original and the remake)

Anyway, what happens in Re:CoM sort of follows the same order of events, but everything is changed slightly in a way that just makes things more confusing.

Marluxia tells Vexen his project is a failure and Vexen demonstrates that he doesn't give a shit about Marluxia's opinion, as before

Marluxia threatens Vexen with a weapon, rather than threatening to tell the Superior

this, notably, does not seem to faze Vexen very much. he continues to run his mouth while having the scythe pointed at him.

Xemnas is still leveraged- Marluxia points out it was the Superior who entrusted him with the castle

...even though reasonably Vexen would already be aware of this, and has still demonstrated that he has zero respect for Marluxia despite it

the lines about betraying the Organization being a capital crime are retained, probably because it's super relevant later, but then that line of thinking is abandoned in favor of Marluxia and Larxene just taunting Vexen instead

The part where Marluxia says "do it. you won't" could be seen as a sort of threat... if not for Axel's line: "You give a challenge like that to Vexen and he'll seriously want to eliminate Sora." It frames it all as though Vexen went to fight Sora out of some sort of pride.

And look, Vexen may have a temper and a superiority complex, but he's not stupid. They're obviously baiting him. Plus, what happened to him seeing himself as above the others and countering things he doesn't like with "well actually I'm higher ranked than you and also you're an idiot"? Is he that insecure in his fighting capabilities? I could deal with characterization changes doing him dirty if it didn't also make no sense in the context of the plot.

So now we have Vexen going to try to kill Sora, something that really makes no sense to do, out of pride. What was the purpose of sending Sora to Twilight Town? Also pride, over the fact that he managed to get that information? Giving the writing the benefit of the doubt, I could say that these nonsensical actions can be explained as evidence that Nobodies can have hearts and people with hearts do strange and rash things, but that just feels like a reach, which is bad because what they had in GBA CoM worked perfectly fine and made sense without any reaching for the "idk emotions make you do strange things" explanation.

It continues. After Vexen gives Sora the Twilight Town card in Re:CoM and Sora wonders about what the "other side" means, this is that version of the conversation the top floor members have:

...what? "If Sora disappears, that would mess up the Organization's plans"? what are you worried about? the only reason Sora would disappear is if Vexen killed him. there's no way they think Vexen being in Twilight Town would give him an advantage, right? they know he's a pathetic fighter. "Vexen has clearly committed a treasonous act against the Organization" HOW? HOW IS IT CLEAR? they don't express any worry about Sora learning too much, up until Axel says "I came to stop you from talking too much" when killing Vexen- and that being there makes it seem like they were worried about Sora learning to much, but if that's the case, why would they replace the perfectly serviceable lines in the above scene? it's just... baffling that they would want to lean into the narrative that Vexen going to kill Sora (which he'd been goaded into doing) is the problem here, because it just makes so little sense compared to what it was originally.

once again giving them the benefit of the doubt: Marluxia's real plan was to take over the Organization, and he saw an easy way to pick off one of the members, so he took it. the motive for stopping Vexen doesn't actually matter.

buuuuut it's the same as with Vexen earlier. Marluxia may be too self-absorbed and power-hungry to notice Axel is scheming against him, but he, too, is an intelligent man. he's plotted for a while, getting into Xemnas's good graces in order to be put in charge of the Castle. this is incredibly sloppy for him. I guess it could be said that getting so close to his goal would make him sloppy, but again, if they'd just left things the way they were in GBA CoM, I wouldn't even have to be saying this

in conclusion: GBA Chain of Memories' intra-Organization strife subplot is so tightly woven with calculated moves on all sides that Re:CoM changing certain things without taking into consideration the consequences makes certain parts of the plot fall flat and become far more confusing than in the original story

[kindred-spirit-93]

HOO BOI. i desperately want to write volumes about this topic alone but ill stick to a tag rant because is have so much studying lol.

demeter they could never make me hate you. you were imo the only sensible person in the myth(s) actually and a good mum. fuck u zeus

The story of Hades and Persephone isn't an abduction romance, or even a tragedy of not being able to be in two places at the same time. It's about how fucking wild it would be to have a mother who gives a shit about whether you're dead or alive, and whether you are happy.

[hoshigray]

Hey 🫶🏻 Can I request having sex with Sukuna when he is extremely jealous? Like reader is kinda popular and other guys always tryna flirt with her and shit (she is not interested ofc) So when Sukuna saw another man shooting his shot he needs to blow off steam by fucking you dumb 🤕 and he saying shit like “what a good little cocksucker, maybe I should record you and send this video to all those bastards, so they would know who’s dick you’re gagging on” 😭 I’m so sorry if this is too specific, feel free to ignore 😭

Love your works 🥰

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ofc ofccc !! and ty for loving my stuff~

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; you and Sukuna are college seniors - rough sex - fingering (f! receiving) - impact play (spanking + pussy slaps) - oral (m! receiving) - dumbification - choking - backshots + legs-up positions - degradation (cocksucker, dumb bitch, slut, whore) - overstimulation - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - pet names (dove, little girl, princess, woman) - possessive behavior (it's sukuna, duh) - use of a phone; sexual photography and videography - heavy depictions of a blowjob - mention of tears and spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

“—Khaahh, oohhh!! Sukuna, pleasee, it hurts—Ahhhnn...!”

“Who said you’re in any position to tell me how to handle you, woman?… Fucking shit, you’re tight as hell…”

Everyone knows that you are off-limits. Knowledge of this fact is the bare minimum when dealing with the one known as “Sukuna’s girl” — no one should dare lay a finger or bat an eye on his woman. And yet, somehow, Sukuna continues to find strays that think this rule doesn’t apply to all. 

He saw it not too long ago today when a guy came your direction at the hall, concealing himself in the shadows to eavesdrop. The junior was dumb enough to invite you to some get-together, foolish enough to think he should even be speaking to the partner of the cold and intimidating Ryōmen Sukuna. 

You were the most popular girl in the class year — expected as Sukuna wouldn’t deal with someone who wasn’t [barely] on equal footing as him. However, unlike him, you carried a much kinder cadence. You greet others with sweet words, converse with professors in a mutual light, and engage with everyone with a compassionate and tranquil soul. — the complete opposite compared to your boyfriend. So, of course, it would be hard for you to turn away people when they come to you for guidance or opinions. 

In this case, you had expressed to the junior that you weren’t interested and had plans to study at your boyfriend’s apartment later. It wasn’t a complete lie, yet a respectful diversion that was expected of you and pleased Sukuna observing.

However, the dull-witted brat put his hand on your shoulder and continued to press on, emphasizing that you’d miss out on people wanting to have a good time with you. A ballsy thing to remark as if saying your boyfriend holds no priority over some boring party. Besides, the man had to stop the itch of coming out of the shadows to strangle the kid for laying his hands on you.

Nonetheless, you gracefully pushed his hand aside and apologized again for declining his offer before heading on your way. The situation was disentangled, both parties carrying on with their days. But that wasn’t enough to calm the salmon-haired man. 

Especially when you were in his apartment, protected under his gaze the entire time; you were sitting across from him at the coffee table while sorting through your coursework, unaware of the fixed look of his red eyes on your frame. Because all he could do was look at you, replaying the interaction from earlier today. 

It all angered him deeply — how the junior said your name so casually, the laughs you shared with him, and the touch on your shoulder. Everything from that moment added fuel to the fire scorching in his gut. He couldn’t relax, knowing there were still imbeciles who had the gall to act so familiar with you, his princess. 

The twitch of his brow couldn’t cease, same with the bounce of his knee – his nerves having an inner battle of maintaining a low profile. And being the caring piece in this relationship, you noticed. You blinked up to where he sat, “Is everything okay?” 

Of course not, woman. As much as he wants to put all the blame on the guy, Sukuna felt that you also played a part in this charade. To him, you were just as worse as that fucker. How could you, his precious dove, allow such trash to be so close to you? Allowing that thing to touch you was such an insult to him, downright disrespectful to the man you call your boyfriend. And the fact that you didn’t think of telling him — believing that you could keep this as a small matter insignificant to his awareness — left a sour taste in his mouth.

In his philosophy, Sukuna knew you were in the wrong as well. And for that, you would also have to be dealt with by him, to be reminded of your place in all this.

“Ohoooo! Ooof!! ‘kunaaaa, your fingersss…! Too fast, please slow—Daaahhh!!”

He’d smack your wet cunt, forcing you to grip his satin sheets. You’d instantly try to close your legs, but Sukuna wasn’t having any of that, quick to pinch the skin of your inner thigh to correct you. 

“Dumb bitch,” he throws insults, void of caring that you were on the brink of tears. He brings a hand to your throat, resulting in you gagging from your circulation being cut off. “I told you to keep those legs open. First, you let some fucker touch you, and now you can’t obey me when necessary? Do you enjoy disrespecting me like this?”

“Ahck! I–hic–I’m sorryyy,” he could feel you clench on his fingers, gripping them as if you refused to let them go.

It humored Sukuna, who effortlessly removed his digits to give your slit another harsh slap that made you gasp for air. An action proved difficult with his whole right hand constricting your airways. “Are you? How can you be sorry when you’re latching onto my fingers like a slut?” His hold on your neck goes tighter; your hands claw at his forearm, a desperate plea that doesn’t sway him. “Say it like you mean it, Y/n.”

“Khh..Ahh—Please, forgive me, Sukuna…!” Your apology came through wheezes, tears now welling up to fall on your pretty face, yet you knew it wasn’t enough. “I should have…Never let that junior tou—Mmmph! …Touch me… I’m your princess, only yours.”

A pink brow is lifted, but his expression remains unchanged. With one last slap to your leaking chasm, Sukuna lets go of your throat for you to cough and gasp as much air as you can. While you do that, he removes his turtleneck and unbuttons his dark jeans, bringing his briefs down to spring his erection out before lying back onto the pillows against the bed headboard. “Prove it then,” his voice has you turn to listen. “Suck me off the way I like it.” 

You are in no position to resent him, crawling towards him on all fours and immediately going to work. Your tongue greets his reddish-pink glans with swirls, licking his frenulum and nibbling on the skin before taking the head to your mouth. You lather his cock with your spit as you bob your head, hallowing your cheeks to take in every inch while your hand glides up and down his shaft. 

“Nnmph, fuck,” Sukuna groans at the feeling of your feverish sucks of his cockhead, your hand stroking him while you tend to him with your mouth feels too good. He peers down to watch you suck hard on his tip, and you return his gaze with a hooded look while sucking on his balls, causing him to hum. You then bring the tip back into your lips, making raunchy noises as you take his girth and lick his precum. 

“Heh, what a nasty little girl,” he comments after you exude a trail of spit onto his dick before hurriedly slurping him back inside your warm mouth. “I outta take a picture of you…No, a video is better.” He’s pleased to see your watery eyes twinkle with dread when he pulls out his phone from his jean pocket. He slides to open the camera application, “Maybe I should show that fool how such a good cocksucker you are for me.”

“S–Sukuna, please, anything but—Mmmm!” Again, no one said you were in a position to speak out of turn. Hence why, your boyfriend grabs your cheeks roughly with a single hand. Crimson eyes pierce through your fragile skin, and your figure fills with fright within milliseconds. 

“What did I say about giving me orders?” His tone is enough to send shivers down your spine, his nails denting your cheeks. “Does my woman want me to expose them for the filthy whore they are? Cause I couldn’t care less if I one day start leaking these shits and have your reputation crumble in seconds as a lesson.”

A tiny bit of you wants to believe he wasn’t serious; however, the single tear shed from your unblinking eyes tells a different conscience. You reply with a shaky breath and a quivering lip. “No, Sukuna...Please forgive me.”

He releases your chin with a push of the thumb. “Then get back to it, dove.” The sweetness of that pet name wasn’t present as he smacked your cheek with his length. You listen to him, taking him back into your throat with a euphoric mewl while cupping and kneading his balls. He sneers and presses the record button, “Just like that, princess.”

And don’t think that it ends there — because it doesn’t. 

“Ahhhnn! Oooooh, my God, ‘Kuna..’kunaaaa, I can’t—Ahahnn!”

“—Nngh, that’s right, Y/n; scream for me…Fuck, this tight ass pussy…”

Sukuna now has your face down ass up, pinning you to the satin mattress by the shoulders and hammering his bare cock right into your messy cunt. Your cries are muffled by the sheets you bite into, tears streaming down hot cheeks as your boyfriend plows himself deep side your core. The commotion coming between your sexes fills his bedroom outside of the squeals that bounce against the walls.

Your figure jolts with every thrust, Sukuna’s pelvis smacking on your ass that stings with hot skin after taking onslaughts of slaps from his hands. Your clitoris, exhausted from the constant tweaks and pinches, rests with the cool air treating the sore button. Sweat is covered all over your nude body, evidence that you and your boyfriend have been going about this for a long while, and of course, you’re getting a bit fatigued and overly sensitive to his every touch. But you know he doesn’t care; this is all for your punishment.

Sukuna throws your butt another smack, having your vaginal walls instinctively contract around his girth. He hisses with a grin, “Damn, I love seein’ you like this.” His eyes trail down from your sweaty shoulders, following your spine and hips, down to your ass, where he sees the insertion of his dick being swallowed by you. Seeing the white, soapy ring shielded around his cock makes him bite his lip. “All sore and dirty for me…Mmmph, gripping on me like a slut, going dumb on my cock.”

His hips then propel erratically, having your howl with eyes shooting up. You were too far gone to think of proper thought, with your brain churned into mush and your head pounding nonstop. The heat on your face is just as unbearable as the throbbing sensation down south. Your trembling legs try so hard not to give in and slump, yet you can’t lie; you’re tired, sore, and sticky all over. 

“Nmaahh! OhhhJesussss, ‘kuna, pleaseeee, lemme cummm—Mmaahh!” Another smash to your ass, followed by a pinch to your clitoris to juxtapose with the slow strokes he uses to massage the delicate spots of your walls.

“Why do you think I should let you cum, woman?” He swipes on your clit, listening intently to the whines that climb higher with the brush of his finger. 

Your words come out in slurs, yet you must answer to him. “I’m shorryy, I didn’t mean to—oh, fuck…do you wrong. Yer the only man who can touch me, wound me,” You peer over your shoulder to see Sukuna, an action that has him release your clit and hear what you have to say. “And love me…just as I love you, and only you. No one else can have me like you…Hahhh, I’m yours, both in mind and body…” Salmon brows furrow as you continue. “I love only you and want only you to touch me, ‘Kuna..Please forgive me, I won’t do it again…”

He was already sold once you turned to look at him, you little minx. Your watery eyes suddenly struck his heart — you are the only thing in the world that could do that, his little dove. He can tell by your heaves and pants that you wish to rest, that you had enough of his lesson and want to be in his embrace. 

However, no unpleasant deed shouldn’t go unpunished. Within a second, Sukuna has you flipped on your back with your legs brought up to his left shoulder. He brings out his phone once again, swiping to put on the camera after inserting his length back inside you.  “Hey, princess,” he calls to you. “Why don’t you say hello to the camera for me? Want something to look back to.”

You gulp with a dry throat, sheepishly smiling at the camera phone. “Hello, I’m Y/n—Ooohh!!” He surprises you with more ruts to your chasm, clamping onto him as if your life depended on it. 

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He calls out to you with a steady breath, as if his pelvis wasn’t poisoning deep to grind your insides to evoke pretty moans to escape puffy lips. 

“Hahaaa!! I—Hnnph..I belong to Sukuna Ryō–hic…men…”

“Who does this pussy belong to, Y/n?” Ruts become harsher with every word.

“—Mmoohhh, fuuuhuck, it’s yours, only yoursss,” you voluntarily take up your legs and hold them from behind your knees, bringing them to your chest. “Me and this pussy belong to only Sukuna, no one else can touch me…!”

Sukuna pans the phone down to the union of his dick, moving to and fro from your slit. The white essence painting both sexes was making an erotic mess, strings of his come covering his girth with every push and pull. He chuckles to himself. “This right here is all mine, ya hear?” He looks at you to see you nod your head hurriedly. “Don’t you ever forget that, understand?” You nod again, clenching around him when he drops the phone and leans towards you to place his hands on yours.

It’s here that he finally finishes with you, pounding his hips into you as hard as he can. Your voice gets higher and higher, your headache getting intense with the ruts on your cunt. And with how he stretches and grazes your walls? Jesus, it was terrible to control yourself, your orgasm increasing by the second. “I wanna cumm, ‘kunaaa, let me cum on you, pleaseee….!!”

“Heh, desperate to tighten some more for me, huh.” He adds more weight onto you, forcing you to submit to him. You shudder under his bow, “You may now cum, dove.” 

As if on command, you let yourself loose and allow the climax to finally be free, wailing during yet another crescendo as your vagina flutters around him for the fourth time that night. And Sukuna relishes the feeling of you tightening on him, doing excruciating slow strokes to enjoy the moment. 

“Hmmm, that’s it, just like that…Remember this, princess,” He bends down to lick the tears on your cheeks before kissing them. “Know your place.” He then brings the phone back up to close this session.

“Now smile for me.”

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are wholeheartedly appreciated ☆ header edit done by me, dividers by @/benkeibear.

[cheolhub]

LOVE SCENE — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐

summary. you’re scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.

wc. 2.3k

warnings. college au. nerdy soft dom!seokmin, breeding kink xx, obscene amounts of dirty talk, pinch of angst, literal love making, unprotected sex, marriage kink, HEAVY praise, baby talk, v minimal plot im sorry — MINORS DNI 18+

note. DAMN ok i have a lot to say so i’ll keep it short. ONE this was a request but like i kinda didn’t do anything the request asked for and im so sorry, i hope u can forgive me anon. TWO i literally lost sight of the plot so dont ask me abt any missing details ehehb just enjoy seok being hot <3 THREE happy belated birthday to my minnie <3 FOUR thank u to my luvr @rkiv4d for beta-ing. yas ok enjoy

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

how seokmin pulled you, the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth, he has no clue. he’s what people call a ‘nerd’ with his thick-rimmed glasses and his abnormally high IQ and you’re the pretty girl that didn’t understand the simplicity of covalent and ionic bonds who fell head over heels for him. 

you couldn’t help it, he was so smart and so fucking pretty. he was awkward and he giggled when he got nervous and he was so unbelievably goofy that it had you laughing till you cried. nevertheless, he was the most beautiful man ever. 

then you asked him out. he remembers it like it was yesterday. the last day of your chem class– the end of the first semester of your sophomore year– right after your final. you thanked him incessantly, giving him a hug for helping you get a B in the class. you told him you’d rather thank him another way— another way being a date. with you. at your place with a homemade dinner. 

he would’ve been stupid to decline. so he didn’t. and the rest was history. seokmin became your boyfriend, grew more confident in himself, and fell in love with you.

now you’re in your final year, the last few weeks approaching quickly, and you’ve been anxious. anxious about seokmin leaving you, anxious about going separate ways after graduation, anxious that this was all just fun and games till it was time to get serious about life.

seokmin has picked up on your behavioral patterns over the past 2 years. he knows you so well, probably better than anyone else in your life– probably better than he knows himself. 

so when seokmin sees you evading his eyes with his cock stretching you open, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“hey,” he whispers, stilling inside of you. when you don’t turn your head and your eyes are still closed, he calls for you. “baby?”

you feel your heart clench at the pet name. “hmm?” you hum.

“baby, do you not wanna do this anymore?” he questions worriedly, ready to pull away from you. “i can pull out.”

you mumble, “i-i do.” 

he cocks his head even more confused, “talk to me, pretty, what’s going on?”

he pushes into you some more, making you gasp and you can feel his expectant eyes burning holes into your face. you then realize he’s not gonna let this go, but it’s partially your fault for letting your mind wander while he was putting away the dinner you guys ate. you decide to just come out with it.

“‘m just… so scared of graduating…” you whimper between your words, eyes screwing tighter. 

he hums, “look at me, baby.” the demand comes out so soft, yet the sheer dominance of his voice makes you clench around him. you turn your head on the pillow, opening your eyes, and finally looking at him. “why?”

you shudder at the eye contact. he looks so pretty, so concerned over you, yet you’re still tense and oh-so nervous. the topic of post-grad has never come up, and now you’re mid-fuck about to tell him how you want to be with him forever. 

“i-i’m scared that… that you’re gonna go off without me,” you pant, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding him to keep you stable. 

“where am i gonna go, beautiful?” he whispers, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself inside of you. 

you whimper again, his massive cock filling you so well. “s-scared you’re gonna go do big things ‘n leave me…” 

he freezes at that, eyes widening, “leave you?” he asks incredulously as if he couldn’t believe that you’d ask that question. “baby, you think i’d leave you?” 

you nod slowly. “i dunno, ‘s just that i’ve been thinking ‘n you’re so smart– gonna go get a real job that’s across the country or something…” 

he’s honestly bewildered. why would you ever think something like that when he’s tried so hard to show you how much he loves you every single day?

“oh, baby, i would never fucking leave you.” he presses his forehead yours, nose rubbing against yours. “pretty fucking thing, i adore you— love you. more than anything.”

your eyes glisten with tears at the reassurance. you feel yourself relax under him, entirely fluttering at his words. “really?”

“yes, really. how can i prove it to you? want me to put a ring on your finger?” he whispers, breath fanning against your face. 

you gasp, clenching around him again, fingers digging into his muscles. he smiles, chuckling airly at your reaction. 

“my pretty baby wants that? you like that idea?” he asks, his sultry voice filling your ears. “you wanna be my wife?”

you nod your head, eyes fluttering shut as you moan, “yeah, w-wanna be your wife.” 

your response has seokmin reeling. he pulls his hips back and slams back into you making both of you moan again. 

“yeah? bet you want my kids, too.” he states boldly, mind cringing at his words and internally freaking out that you’ll get turned off at them. 

you choke, clamping tightly around his length. “f-fuck.” you cry. “d-don’t say things like that, seok.”

“why? ‘cuz i’m right?” he grunts, thrusts growing faster.

you nod your head and seokmin nearly cries, cock twitching at the idea of pumping you full of cum and getting you pregnant with his kids. you’d be such a great mom and he’d love having a mini-seok running around a nice, big house fit to take a family. 

admittedly, he’s been wanting to talk about his future with you. he’s been fantasizing about it since the first time he said he loved you. fantasizing about you being his wife and living together in a big house and having three kids and living happily ever after as if it were some fairytale. he’s imagined your kids and how they would be a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. he hopes that they’ll look like both of you– kids with your eyes and his nose. he’d kill for that.

“wanna put a baby in you,” he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. “swear to god, ‘m gonna give you everything you want– ‘ll get you a ring ‘n a house– everything. just say the word.”

you lift your head to press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth like a mad woman. your stomach drops in anticipation, suddenly craving the feeling of his warm cum filling you to the brim, sure to get you pregnant. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back and you can’t resist the cry that he ends up swallowing at the new angle. 

seokmin pulls back, panting, “gonna let me give it to you, baby?” 

“uh-huh!” you nod, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack as his speed increases. “yes, yes, please give it to me.” your response is wavered as you nearly choke on a sob of pleasure. 

and you know the decision is haste– a baby even though you still have a month left of undergrad seems… absurd to say the very least, but you don’t need to think about anything. you know seokmin. you know he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. he's an amazing boyfriend and person in general. you already know he’d make an even more amazing husband and father. 

who would’ve thought the nerdy man with glasses who was insanely good at chemistry would be the one you ended up with?

he lets out a guttural moan, “such a good girl, always saying please.” he praises, slamming into your sweet spot repeatedly.

and jesus fucking christ, your moans and cries are like music to his fucking ears. 

his head falls into your neck, licking and sucking at your skin. “never gonna leave, i promise. gonna make you mine, gonna take care of you.” he mumbles into the skin as he continues to mark and ravage you. 

the stimulation and his words are sending you into orbit as your stomach churns and tightens at the feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. his strokes are impressive, never missing a beat and unrelentingly hitting the spot that makes you crumble. 

he feels you tighten around him, gummy walls squeezing him in and he curses, “shit, is my pretty girl gonna cum already?” his voice borders on condescending, but it only makes the tightrope in your stomach all the more closer to completely unraveling. 

“y-yeah, so close,” you moan breathily as your pants increase, chest rising and falling rapidly. “so fuckin’ close, min, ‘m gonna cum.”

his lips find your ear and he whispers hotly against the shell, “come on, baby, cum for me so i can fill you up.” he gently tugs at your earlobe with his teeth and you can’t resist, back arching with a shiver running down your spine.

your orgasm brings you immense pleasure, white spots filling your vision as you cum with a loud sob. you feel it in your entire body, from your curled toes to your thrown back head. your eyes roll back, calling out his name and raking your nails down the skin of his arms. 

he coos, holding back a groan at the way you get even tighter as you soak him in arousal. “thaaat’s it, baby, just like that. so, so good for me.” he coaxes you through your euphoric high, fucking you through it as he always does. 

“s-so good,” you slur, parroting his words as your mind numbs a bit. 

he moans, letting the sound of your whimpers and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. he buries his head in your neck again, desperately rutting into you so he can let go, too. your eyes flutter closed again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. 

your overstimulated pussy pulses around him as you listen and whine along to your lover's muffled moans. you can tell he’s close. so close to giving you the life you’ve imagined for almost 2 years. so close to being yours forever. 

“seok, cum inside me,” you whisper and his hips stutter, yet they keep moving as if they have a mind of their own. he lifts his head and looks at you– his eyes are clouded over and teary, yet they’re filled with all the love in the world.

he looks so beautiful above you. his face is scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, eyes droopy, mouth hung open as pretty sounds exit his loose lips.

“i… fucking love you…so much.” he says in between pants, thrusts growing sloppy. the telltale signs of his fast approaching orgasm becoming heavily apparent. “god, so much, baby, love you so much.”

you nod your head, mirroring his pleasured face. “me too, seok, i love you.” your words are a bit scrambled, but seokmin makes sense of them– understands you so well. 

his eyes roll back a bit at your response, brain momentarily malfunctioning, but he comes back seconds later. “gonna take this load like a good girl, right, pretty? gonna get pregnant and let me marry you?” he moans out breathily, cock now twitching uncontrollably. 

“yes, yes, yes, please, wan’ it so bad!” you beg.

it’s all he needs to press his hips to yours, stilling there, and releasing inside of you while he moans out your name so prettily. it’s a newfound feeling for both of you– his cum coating your cunt, filling you up till it’s spilling on his freshly washed sheets. he’s grown accustomed to finishing on your skin or into a condom, but this? this is all very new. this is something he now can’t live without.

you think the same thing when you feel him spraying your walls with his thick ropes of cum. it feels so good– so euphoric– while it’s leaking out of you. you don’t know how you’ve gone your entire adult life without experiencing this at least once.  

“c-came so much, baby…” you whimper, feeling him pull his cock out of you. 

as soon as he sees his release dripping out of you, he groans softly, already feeling hard again, but he decides to ignore it for now, bringing his attention back to you.

“hey… love,” he says softly, noticing the way you perk up a bit from your tired state just at the sound of your name. “you should’ve told me you felt like that… i hate that you thought i’d just leave you ‘cause we won’t be in school anymore.”

you frown, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know how to bring it up without being awkward… it’s the real world and i dunno… things are different.”

he sighs, hands running up and down your naked sides. “i get it, but like i said, i wanna be with you forever.”

you blush, biting your lip to hide the wide grin that ends up on your face despite the fact. “yeah, i remember… was that a proposal by the way?” you ask meekly. 

he squeezes at your waist, “did you want it to be?” he beams.

“i mean, it was a bit untraditional, definitely not how i expected my wedding proposal to be.” 

“what? you mean you didn’t think you’d get proposed to while i had my dick inside you?” he asks with faux incredulity. “i, for one, thought this was the best proposal ever. i even put a lil baby in you.”

you giggle, wrapping your legs around his body again, “you don’t know that, i’m not pregnant… yet.”

his heart swells at the idea and he smiles brightly at your blushy face, “well, maybe another round can change that, hmm?”

you pull him closer to you by the strength of your legs and say, “make me yours then, seokmin.”

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[crazy-lazy-elder-sims]

Hey everyone im making this post because i see the engagement and donations for palastnian go fund me's have become almost zero, im here to appeal to you to pick it up again but at the same time tell you a new reason why you should

And its not because of anything anyone else is talking about its because of winter

Winter

Yes you heard me right winter

Now let me explain something about the winters in this region, im north African and im privileged enough to have a home and little money to buy a blanket and

I still almost died twice from the sudden drops of temperature especially at night.

I was wearing six layers every single heavy clothes i had and it wasn't enough because i dont have enough money to buy more higher quality sweaters and wool clothes i had to make do with what i had and it still isnt enough

Both times i had to be rushed to the hospital and both times i was told i was on the brink of death

We dont have snow here its a desert climate but that means when its cold its DRY cold no humidity no vapour nothing if your body like mine can't adjust fast enough to the sudden sharp drops of temperature then you are cooked. Winters are a truamtic time for me every time the weather starts to turn i have multiple panic attacks and become extremely paranoid and depressed because i know im going to suffer this is all again with me having a home and little winter clothes

Palastnians and palastnian children have to face this cold without being able to afford winter clothes without having a home or a blanket or heavy clothes socks or shoes or a fire or any heat source.

What am i asking you then?

Im asking you while you are preparing for winter this year and buying a new coat or a blanket please consider donating the price of a second coat or blanket to any go fund me you find. It would be like buying 2 coats or 2 blanket and gifting the second one to a palastnian friend.

I share go fund me's here every day as much as i can while trying not to get shadow banned but you can go to any of the vetted lists being shared on tumblr and pick up one or go to this lovely person who shares vetted fundraisers and pick one.

Also here is a google document with more vetted links this is the original one and most trustworthy as its made by palastnian people.

Remember anything helps.

Thank you guys ❤️

Free Palestine, free the world.

[agendabymooner]

☏ LATE NIGHT TALKING, op81 voicemail blurb (18+)

��� MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: late at night, oscar sends a voicemail to his partner about missing them. it was a welcome voicemail, to say the least.

content warning: explicit language, smut (minors dni!), mentions of sexual acts, masturbation (m), dialogue heavy, blurb, dirty talking!oscar, my guy oscar is down bad

note: MY HANDS SLIPPED IM SORRY (i think about his voice a lot). did i just make this? yes. is it because i’m thinking about him? yes. this is probably going to be a one-off unless i feel like i should do more or if people like it lol

something sinful (smut) masterlist

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if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out!

“hey baby. i- uh, it’s 11 pm here in qatar right now. i’m not sure if you saw the race but it was exhausting.” his breath shuddered. fabrics were torn off his body.

“it was a good sprint— i’m sure you saw that. you congratulated me.” he chuckled deeply. “but right now— it’s just extremely exhausting. qatar’s humid. the warmth is disgusting— i took shower more than i should’ve. but i did.”

“now i’m just here in bed and… yeah. i hope you’ve had a good day. i’m certain you did— it’s just uh… ah… i can’t go to sleep.”

“‘ve just been thinking about you,” oscar mumbled, “haven’t seen you for weeks— and not even our videos did any justice.”

“‘s like i need to talk to you in order to get off,” he chuckled, precum leaking out of his cock as he stroked his length with his right hand. “if this day wasn’t as languid you probably would’ve gotten up already— you’re always eager to see me fuck myself with my own hands. you know nobody can stroke me like you do.”

“i- ah,” he moaned quietly, “i’m just thinkin’ about your mouth and the way your tongue would lick at the tip— ‘m rubbing it like how you’d tease me. but i can’t help it.”

“i’d stroke it fast and hard now but all i seem to think about is you and how you’d tease me,” he grunted quietly. “wish it’s your mouth, baby. god~ i wish it’s you sucking my cock right now.”

“but i suppose i have to be patient huh,” he chuckled breathlessly. “good things come to those who wait~ or whatever the fuck they say.”

“but right now i’m just gonna think about you,” he uttered quietly. “i’m gonna think about how you whine and cry about your hole not getting fucked— then i’ll cum to the thought of you getting stuffed full by me.”

“for now, enjoy your day, hm? i’ll talk to you soon. i love you.”

— beep —

[inexplicifics]

Oooh, Gweld/Serrit college AU sounds so good! Is Serrit a Fine Arts major? What's Gweld studying? Also, Gen x 10 intrigues me!

The modern college AU was contributed by several members of the AWAU server! It's pretty much entirely bullet points at the moment; here are a few.

Gweld is a cheerleader - he tried out on a dare and discovered it’s actually a) extremely athletic & difficult and b) a lot of fun. All the girls enjoy the fact that he can and will throw them very high and then catch them again reliably. He has gotten a lot more flexible since he joined the team. He has absolutely no shame about any of this and definitely wears the skirt (with shorts under it).

Serrit is majoring in History and is the star player of the women’s field hockey team. She is vicious - people call her the Viper for her speed and terrifying accuracy. She mostly doesn’t pay attention to the cheerleaders until one of her teammates points out the guy, and then she’s Very Confused. More so when it turns out he’s kind of a puppy?

They’re taking Statistics together and it’s an eight am class and Serrit Does Not Like Early Mornings and Gweld keeps showing up with two coffees? One for him and one for her? Is he drugging them? Is he trying to bribe her for something? What could this possibly mean? (Flirting. He’s flirting.)

Aiden is an art student and gymnast. He’s very good at both. He meets Gweld at the gym and is Baffled but Delighted by Gweld’s good nature. He’s also delighted by Gweld’s little brother, who is ever so much fun to tease.

Lambert is triple majoring in Chemistry, Nilfgaardian, and Forestry, because he is batshit. He Deeply Resents his brother dragging him to the gym on a regular basis, except for the two facts that a) he really does need the exercise, and b) Gweld has introduced him to Aiden, who is Terrifyingly Bendy.

Geralt is in vet school, planning to specialize in horse medicine. He is very happy.

And as long as I'm doing school AUs, here's a snippet of a gen high school AU that I'm not entirely sure where it's going:

Of course. Of course Jaskier’s locker is right next to a jock’s. And he had been so hoping that this year he wouldn’t be making a close acquaintance with the inside of his locker. But there’s a whole cluster of big young men in letterman jackets clustered around right next to where Jaskier needs to go, laughing and shoving each other, and Jaskier knows from painful experience that the introduction of an outsider - an outsider who is so very out of place - will likely mean that they turn their play into something much, much nastier. He could just…carry all his stuff, and not use his locker at all. For the whole year. But he has a lot of very heavy textbooks, and his viola, and he can’t just carry that around all day. He’s hesitating, wondering if it’s best to just bluff it out or to retreat and come back later - even being late to homeroom might be better than being cornered - when one of the jocks looks up and spots him. “Oh hey!” the jock says - the biggest of the four, a broad-shouldered fellow with chin-length dark hair and brown skin and a really good jawline. “Shit, are we in the way?” “Ah,” Jaskier says, because that was not the opening gambit he expected.

[sirjaketkiszka]

Silver Springs: Chapter Two

Early20s!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

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I know I could have loved you but you would not let me…

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You bring a date to the end-of-the-school-year bonfire at the Kiszka house.

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Word Count: 5,092

Warnings: 18+!!, underage drinking, cursing, slight jealousy, kissing, and extremely poor writing.

Disclaimer: apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

Silver Springs Masterpost

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The highly irritating blare of your alarm jolts you awake from your deep sleep, your eyes blinking rapidly as you shut it off. The warm spring sun melts on your features through the gaps of your closed blinds, causing your eyes to squeeze shut at the intrusion.

Despite him dropping out of the next year, Josh did extremely well on his finals, and you– well, you passed with flying colors, of course. However, the incessant nagging at the back of your mind acted as a dreadful reminder that Josh would no longer be attending the same school as you. You’d be navigating the remainder of college life without him, and it was a thought that weighed heavily on you.

Begrudgingly getting out of bed, you figure staying in it will only make matters worse. Sitting up, you groan when the stiff ache of your bones disappears with a thorough stretch, your legs and arms shooting outright to undo your previous curled sleeping position.

With Summer Break in full swing, Josh has asked you to help set up for the end-of-the-school-year bonfire at the Kiszka house. You’re not entirely sure what needs to be set up since it’s usually just a small group of people, but you agreed anyway. In no time, your morning routine was a distant memory and you were parked in front of Josh’s house under your favorite tree.

Walking up to the front door, the split and worn porch boards creak beneath you, and your closed fist knocks your whitened knuckles against the sturdy wood. There’s a moment of silence, and the consuming sound of leaves brushing against each other and birds calling out to each other is all you can hear. That is until you hear stumbling behind the door and what sounds like a few trips and tumbles on the way to it. The front door swings open, and you’re met with a huffing Josh.

“Oh, hey!” He acts surprised in between heavy breaths, “You’re here early!”

“Am I here early, or am I here on time?” You tease, earning an eye roll from him, knowing that he’s never been on time a day in his life. Punctuality is none of the Kiszkas’ strong suit. Eventually, you get used to it. “Why are you out of breath?” You ask, noticing the way his chest is heaving with his hands firmly planted on his hips.

“Turns out,” He huffs out a laugh, “putting decorations up by yourself is not easy.”

“Decorations?” Your brows furrow, mirroring your confusion, “Decorations for what?” Never once have you guys decorated for a bonfire. The get-together is extremely casual; a variety of drinks, snacks, and a small group of people huddled around a burning fire enjoying each other’s company.

“As you know, Sam and Danny graduated from high school this week,” He explains, and you nod along, “Sam asked if he could invite a few friends over for the bonfire– turns out, Sam knows almost his entire class and now we’re throwing a party.” He smiles nervously, knowing you don’t enjoy events with large groups of people.

“That’s… great,” You lie, your jaw clenching as you attempt to smile, “So, again, why the decorations?” You doubt the decorations are Sam’s idea; he’ll probably think they’re childish in all honesty.

“It’s just a ‘Congratulations’ banner… For now,” He waves his hand in a “no big deal” kind of way, “Come in and take a look.” He urges, stepping to the side and allowing you to come into the house. Sure enough, above the fireplace, is a mounted and extremely crooked “Congratulations!” banner. Your steps come to a halt to fully examine it, and your head tilts trying to imagine how it’d look upright.

“He’s going to hate it,” You simply state.

“What? No, he’s not,” Josh sounds defensive as he shuts the door and stands beside you, examining his work. His head tilts as well, and his hands are back on his hips, his breathing steady now.

“You know how Sam is,” You gently argue back, “He’s going to want the party to be as laid back as possible.”

“You’re right, I do know how Sam is,” Josh lifts his chin in pride, “He’ll love it.”

“He really won’t.” You shoot back.

After going back and forth about whether to keep the banner up, the sound of heavy footsteps descends down the stairs. You and Josh pause your bickering, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand, knowing whose presence is about to appear. In your peripheral, his dark figure stops at the bottom of the steps, assessing the situation. You keep your eyes on the banner while Josh warmly welcomes his twin.

“Jake, you’ll decide!” Josh declares, turning away from you and facing his twin.

“Decide what?” Jake’s voice is husky, like he’d just woken up, and it begs your attention. Finally looking at him, his hair is slightly tussled, eyes blinking slowly and hooded, and he’s wearing what you assume is his sleeping attire; a fitted plain black tee shirt and grey sweats you’ve never seen him in. Your face heats at the observation.

“She doesn’t think the banner is a good idea,” Josh glances over at you and back to Jake, “But I don’t think Sam will care.”

Jake looks at you, back to Josh, and to the crooked banner. His lips purse while he puts some thought into the problem like he’s actually considering an answer. His eyes linger on the banner, his head tilting like yours did moments before, and he looks back at Josh. “It’s not a good idea.” He states, shrugging and finally stepping off the final step of the staircase.

“See! Thank you!” You absentmindedly express your gratitude, and Jake’s eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment as he walks past you and Josh, disappearing into the kitchen.

“Traitor!” Josh yells after him, a faux angry expression pulling at his features, “Fine, let’s take it down.” He grumbles reluctantly, stepping forward to grab one end of the banner.

“I told you-”

“Don’t!” Josh cuts you off, making you clamp your mouth shut as you grab the other end, holding back a laugh, “I guess I shouldn’t put those up then?” He nods his head in the direction of the couch, where a pile of more decorations resides, the colors representing Sam and Danny’s high school.

“My God, no,” You can’t help but laugh this time, making Josh burst out laughing as well. The both of you rip the banner off of the wall through choked laughter, stumbling back when the large decoration falls at your feet.

Sighing from his residual laugh, Josh bunches the banner up in sloppy folds and tosses it onto the rest of the decorations, “Well,” He begins, straightening his back and putting his hands on his hips again, “I guess you didn’t need to be here so early.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“What about the food and drink situation?” You ask, peeling your eyes away from the crumpled-up banner on the couch, and looking at Josh, whose eyebrows are furrowed in thought.

“We do need more alcohol,” He considers, and you give him a questioning look, “He’s going to drink either way– might as well do it here, with us.” He answers as if he read your mind.

“Alright,” You nod slowly, “and your parents?”

“Hanging out with friends, but they know.”

“Fine by me,” You shrug, “Let’s go,” Turning around, you head for the front door with Josh following closely behind. The moment you open the door, the climbing temperature encompasses your face, causing a sheen layer of sweat to rise on your now-damp skin. You rush to your car, wanting to be the one to drive due to Josh’s lack of air conditioning in his.

“I’ll drive!” Josh calls out as he closes and locks the door behind you.

“Too late!” You yell back, already rounding your car and stopping at the driver’s side. Opening the door, you fold into the driver’s seat, the soft cushion deflating beneath your weight. Josh opens the passenger door as you buckle yourself in and he playfully glares at you before plopping into the passenger seat.

“What do you have against my car?” He asks defensively, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Nothing,” You lie, putting your key in the ignition and turning it, making the engine rumble out of its short slumber, “Put your seatbelt on.” You instruct him while releasing the emergency brake and putting the car in drive. He uncrosses his arms and puts his seatbelt on, but returns to his defensive position. “You’re dramatic, you know that?” You laugh, pulling away from the curb and driving in the direction of the nearest liquor store.

“I may have been told that once, or twice,” He unfolds his arms, resting an elbow on the center console and the other propped against the door. You keep your focus on the road, muscle memory guiding you to turn on the car’s air conditioning. Warm air flows for a few seconds before being replaced by a crisp breeze, making the hairs framing your face gently curl back. “Any plans for the summer?” Josh asks after a brief moment of silence.

“This,” You say, glancing over at him for a second, “Being with you.”

“Good,” You can see him smile in your peripheral, “I have big plans.”

“That sounds terrifying,” You chuckle, side-eyeing him as you pass by clusters of small businesses, “Like what?”

“Lake days, camping, the fair,” He lists the usual summer activities, “you know, stuff like that.”

“Sounds good to me,” You say, pulling into the parking lot of the small liquor store, where only a few other cars are parked. Parking into the nearest parking spot, you put the car in park, pull the parking brake, and unlock the doors. You and Josh exit at the same time, allowing you to lock the doors as soon as he’s out of the car, “ So, are we getting anything specific?” You ask as you both walk toward the entrance.

“Nothing in particular,” He admits, opening the door for you and allowing you to step in first. You both nod a “hello” to the owner, “Maybe a keg?” He suggests, patting a large keg set next to the entrance.

“Can we even carry that to the car?” You question, inspecting the stainless steel object.

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” Josh shrugs, “But let’s grab everything else first.”

Nodding, you grab bottles of different alcohols; vodka, tequila, and hard cider. You place the bottles in a nearby basket, giving Josh a questioning look when he adds a bottle of rum.

“For Jake,” He clarifies, and you nod. Rum guy, huh?

We bring our impressive and concerning collection of alcohol to the register. The owner smirks and chuckles, “Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“And the keg,” Josh says simultaneously with your answer, nudging his head in the direction of the beer keg. You look at him, your mouth open to object, but you can’t find a reason why it’s a bad idea.

“And the keg,” You agree, and the owner nods, scanning the bottles and manually typing in the total of the keg. The price is hefty, but Josh offers to put it on his card. “Big shot,” You mumble, making him huff out a quiet laugh.

With the help of the owner, he and Josh carry the heavy keg to your car, lugging it into the backseat, making the car bounce slightly from its weight. Carrying the bags of alcohol bottles, you set them in the backseat behind the driver’s side, and climb into your seat when everything is secured.

“Ready?” You ask Josh, who sits back in the passenger seat after thanking the owner and waving him off.

“Yep,” He huffs out in a breath, the heavy lifting taking a toll on him, “I have no idea how we’re getting that in the house.” He admits, leaning his head back against the headrest.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” You sigh, shaking your head lightheartedly, and turning the car back on. Pulling out of the small parking lot, you begin your short journey back to Josh’s house, passing by various family-owned businesses, tall trees along the side of the road, and the occasional pedestrian.

Shortly, you park in front of the Kiszka house, reclaiming your previous spot before the street fills with eager, party-hungry teens and their cars. As soon as you’re both out of the car, Josh rushes to your side, grabbing the bags of alcohol, “I’ll be right back, stay here,” He instructs you and walks toward the house.

“Okay…” You mumble to yourself, going around to the passenger side and opening the door to the backseat, “fuck.” You curse at the sight of the massive keg, glance at the uphill driveway, and back at the damn keg. “How the fuck–”

“Josh said you needed help,” Jake’s voice comes from behind you, startling you and causing you to whip yourself around. His expression is blank and unreadable, like it always is, and like always, it unsettles you. His clothes have changed as well, his once pajamas are now a pair of black jeans and a striped shirt unbuttoned halfway. Your eyes linger on his exposed chest before blinking out of the unwelcome trance.

“Um, yeah,” You step aside, revealing the beer keg sitting snugly in the backseat, “If you can get it out, I’ll help carry it up the driveway,” You explain, though you’re not entirely sure if you’d even be able to help him carry it.

Without even a single nod or acknowledgment, he steps forward and grabs hold of the keg’s handles. Pulling on it, a low grunt catches in his throat as he drags it out of the backseat, his breath held as he lifts it and sets it down carefully on the sidewalk. His breathing resumes when he steps back from it, “So, whose idea?” His attempt at small talk surprises you.

“Who do you think?” You respond, looking at him as he looks down at the keg.

“Shouldn’t have asked,” He mumbles, bending over to grab hold of one of the handles, “Grab the other one.”

Rolling your eyes at his lack of asking nicely, you bend over as well, gripping the handle opposite to his. He quietly counts down from three, and the both of you lift the keg. Immediately, the weight takes you by surprise and nearly makes you heel over. The two of you quietly shuffle up the driveway, the early afternoon sun blistering on your bare shoulders, causing beads of sweat to form on your temples.

Making it halfway up the driveway, Josh reappears from the house, lightly jogging to you and Jake, “I’ll take it from here,” He offers, standing beside you and replacing your hands with his own, making the keg lighter for Jake, you’re sure. It’s not that you couldn’t hold your own, but you thought it was entertaining to watch Jake do most of the work.

You follow the twins up the rest of the driveway and listen intently to their quiet conversation.

“You think this is enough?” Josh asks, looking down at the keg and back to Jake.

“More than enough,” Jake huffs, climbing up the few steps onto the porch. The front door is already propped open, and the twins wobble inside carefully, being cautious when crossing the threshold.

Making it into the kitchen, they set the keg down with a thump on the tile floor next to the refrigerator. Stepping back from the keg, the twins set their hands on their hips, and their chests heave from exerting themselves. You stifle back a laugh from their unintentional mirrored pose.

“Thanks, Jake,” Josh says, bringing a hand up and patting Jake on the shoulder, “Really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” Jake vaguely states, silently excusing himself when he realizes his efforts are no longer needed. Your eyes involuntarily watch Jake exit, your gaze fixed on his broad back and the way the ends of his hair sway with each coordinated step.

“So,” Josh’s words pull you back to him, “we should probably order the pizza.”

“It’s still a little early,” You check the clock on the microwave hanging above the stove, it reads 12:23 pm, “What time are people supposed to show up?” You ask, knowing that these types of gatherings don’t start until later.

“Around four, but we need a lot of pizza,” He explains while grabbing the home phone, “So, it’ll probably take them a few hours to cook and deliver them anyway.”

“Good thinking,” You declare, taking a seat at the kitchen table while Josh makes the call. From what you hear, he orders eight large cheese pizzas, probably to keep it as simple as possible, and multiple liters of different sodas. When he ends the call, he joins you at the table, sitting across from you and propping his chin onto a closed fist.

“So, you have a date tonight,” He raises his eyebrows and smiles, making you jokingly and dramatically roll your eyes.

“It’s not really a date,” You reason, “Just a casual hangout since I was too busy with assignments before.”

“Uh-huh, right.”

“I’m serious,” You chuckle despite your statement, “I don’t even know how I feel about him.” And you didn’t. After yet another week of talking to this man, the more distance you felt was growing between you two. The constant back and forth bored you, yet you still promised a date– no, a hangout– by the end of the week. Who knows, maybe seeing him in person, outside of school, and in a more relaxed environment would change your mind.

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The house rumbled from the sound of classic rock and the shuffling of feet from an entire graduating class. Sam really did know everyone in his class. The overlapping voices and overstimulating hum of their harmonization jumbled your thoughts, pulling you away from the person in front of you. Your eyes took in the large group of teenagers; some stayed glued to the wall observing much like yourself, while others danced and yelled over the pounding speakers.

“So, how’d you do?” Your “date,” Chris, yells over the noise, causing your attention to focus back on him.

“I’m sorry?” Your voice is raised as well.

“How’d you do on your finals?” He repeats his earlier question; one that you assumably tuned out from your previous zoning out.

“Oh! Really well, I think,” You knew, but you were humble, “and yourself?” You ask back out of politeness.

“Aced every single one!” He says confidently, his chest puffing out unintentionally, you hope.

“That’s awesome,” Your voice grows quiet, and silence, if you could call it that, falls in the space between you. It’s awkward. It’s not the comfortable silence you’re so fond of with Josh, or any other person you tolerate. You’re silently beating yourself up from your disinterest, frustrated that this is yet another failed talking stage.

“Do you want to step outside?” He asks, looking around at the partygoers and noticing your discomfort.

“Please,” You sigh, pushing yourself off of the wall you were just leaning on, leading him to the backdoor in the kitchen. Opening the glass sliding door, you’re immediately met with that comforting silence you love so much. The evening air is beginning to cool, signaling a chilly night by the bonfire tonight. As the sun sets, brush strokes of gentle pink and burning orange cross the clear skies, with freckles of faint stars emerging from their daily slumber.

Chris follows you down the back porch steps, closing the sliding door behind the two of you. The muffled noises of the party grow distant as you approach the unlit bonfire pit where Josh and Jake are sitting. Josh smiles when he notices you, his eyes glancing at Chris, who he’d already met.

“Hey, guys,” You address the twins; Josh is still smiling, happy that you brought a “date,” and Jake is blankly staring, his eyes jumping between you and the man behind you. Turning to him, you address Chris, “You already met Josh, but that’s his twin, Jake.” You offer a closed-mouth smile, looking between the two men, who could not be any more different.

��Nice to meet you,” Chris waves to Jake, who holds a hand up for a millisecond as a half-assed wave. You refrain from rolling your eyes, a motion you find yourself doing a lot in the presence of Jake.

You take a seat in the wooden chair directly across from Jake, and Chris scoots the nearest chair right next to yours, making the arm rests nudge against each other. You allow the slight intrusion of your personal space, not wanting to make apparent your growing dislike for him.

“How’d you two meet?” Josh asks, knowing the story, but asking anyway.

“We are,” Chris starts, and you’re silently grateful for it because it is not a story you find interesting enough to tell yourself, “Well, we were, in the same Photography class and we just got to talking.” Yep, that’s the whole story.

“Fantastic,” Josh’s voice is much too optimistic for your liking.

“Isn’t it?” Chris asks while his hand closest to yours on the armrest inches closer, making you pull yours away slowly. Oh god.

Clearing your throat, you keep your hand on the edge of the armrest, “Yeah, we’ve been talking for a little bit now,” You add, although you’re not sure why.

For whatever reason, Jake is actively listening to you talk, his gaze fixed on you rather than Chris. Again, his eyes are unreadable, and the soft purple skin below them is accentuated by the setting sun. His eyes bore into yours, his deep brown irises being overtaken by the crashing waves of his pupils, which double in size like a drop of rain splattered on concrete.

Once again, you feel small under his piercing stare, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. The voices of Chris and Josh become muffled as the two men carry a conversation about whatever it is they’re talking about. You don’t seem to care.

Your eyes shoot to different places, feeling adamant about avoiding eye contact with Jake. Still, his eyes study you; your body language, the way your hand keeps dodging Chris’s every attempt at holding it, and how you become restless under his observance.

Having noticed this silent battle between you and Jake, Chris puts his hand over yours, enveloping your hand in his large one. Looking over at Chris, his eyes are now fixed on Jake, who is finally looking back at him. However, Jake’s eyes shoot down to Chris’s hand engulfing yours, and his chest visibly rises with a deep breath.

“Take the hint,” Jake mumbles under his breath, leaning back in his chair, and taking a swig from a red solo cup that was previously sat on the ground next to him.

“I’m sorry?” Chris asks, but the three of you all know what he heard. Josh stops his persistent rambling, now sensing the sudden building tension in the group. His eyes bounce between Jake and Chris.

“She doesn’t want to hold your hand, man,” Jake explains with a bitter chuckle, his tone reflective of ignorance and annoyance. Chris frowns, removing his hand from yours, and the cool air makes a point to emphasize its much-appreciated absence.

“Jake–” Both you and Josh say his name. Is he drunk? You ask yourself, confused as to why he’s acting this way. Never once has Jake stood up for you, except for this morning with the banner, so his sudden change in demeanor disorients you.

“I think…” Chris peels his eyes away from Jake, now looking at you with an overtly angry expression, “I’m going to go.” He states, standing from his seat too aggressively, making the chair scoot back a couple of feet.

“Chris, wait–” You stand from your seat as well, following him as he walks around the outside of the house to the front. Glancing back, Josh is giving you a sympathetic look, which turns into a frown when he looks at his twin. Eventually, you catch up to Chris when he gets to his car, “Please, wait.”

“Is there something going on between you and that guy?” Chris asks with sharpness on his tongue.

“What?” You stumble back slightly at his accusation and anger erupts in your chest, “God, no, Jake’s just an asshole.”

“Right,” His chuckle is just as sharp as his tone, “Whatever this is,” He motions between the two of you, “Isn’t going to work with him around.” Bummer.

“I mean, was it ever going to?” You ask, laughing. That pisses him off.

“Fuck you,” His words are laced with hatred and venom, and a part of you is glad he showed his true character before going further. Not that it would’ve gone further, but now you didn’t feel so bad.

Without exchanging any other words, you watch with a blank expression as he gets in his car and peels out of the neighborhood with a loud screech. While you were planning to cut things off, you would’ve done it in a much cleaner manner, which only fueled your anger for Jake even more.

Stomping around the house and returning to the firepit, Jake is nowhere to be found, but Josh stays seated, waiting for you. When he sees you, he stands, “What happened?” He asks, concerned.

“He broke it off,” You admit, although you don’t sound sad about it.

“Are you okay?” He reaches out and rests his hands on your shoulders.

“More than okay,” You chuckle, watching the concern dissipate from his face, “But thank you for checking on me.” You express your gratitude sincerely.

“Of course,” His smile is still sympathetic, knowing how frustrating this is for you.

“Where’d Jake go?” You wave off his pitiful look, “I have some words for him.”

“He stormed off when I asked what his problem was,” He says, looking in the direction of the house, “He went inside to get another drink, I believe.”

“Got it,” You step away from Josh, already barging up the stairs of the back porch, creating loud thuds with every forceful step. As soon as you open the sliding door, the humid air of the house hits you, blanketing your tense features and adding to your frustration. The stagnant air is thick, and it reeks of alcohol and room-temperature pizza.

You see Danny fixing himself a drink at the kitchen counter, and you approach him with false calmness, “Hey, did you see where Jake went?” You ask, taking notice that he’s not in the kitchen fixing himself another drink.

“Oh, hey,” His words are slightly slurred, “Um, he went to the garage, I think.”

“Okay, thank you,” You rush out the words while storming toward the garage door, “And congratulations!” You make a mental note to properly congratulate him for graduating when he’s sober.

Without hesitation, you swing the garage door open and slam it shut behind you, being met with the warm garage and dim lighting. Jake is rummaging through the garage refrigerator, but his head lifts when he notices your presence, “What the fuck was that about?” You get straight to the point.

“I don’t know what you mean,” He mutters into the open fridge, his eyes fixed on the shelves.

“Right, play stupid,” You snicker, “I had that handled, dipshit.”

“You didn’t,” He finally closes the fridge, no drink in his hand.

“I didn’t need your help,” You scoff.

“You were going to cut him off anyway,” He shrugs nonchalantly, “I just sped up the process.”

“That is not a decision for you to make, Jake.” You step closer, your voice growing louder.

“You should be thanking me,” He turns to you fully, the two of you only two feet apart.

“Thanking you?” You laugh in disbelief with your hand coming up to squeeze your temples from your growing headache. “God, Jake, you really are unbelievable. Just when I think ‘he can’t possibly get worse,’ you prove me wrong! You sure can get worse! And to think I’m going to thank you for creating yet another problem in my life? You are so full of yourself!”

Jake stands still, consuming your resentful words with a stoic expression on his features.

“For once, I am truly speechless,” Your laugh is humorless.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Jake speaks again, and your laugh disappears.

“Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?” You step back, the building anger in your chest close to erupting once more. His silence speaks volumes and you stare at him for a second longer before having enough, “You know, I can’t take this anymore, Jake, I hate–”

Interrupting your stepping back, and your hateful words, Jake takes two large strides in your direction, grabbing a hold of your right bicep. Before you can speak your final word, his lips crash onto yours in a swift motion, shutting you up.

The initial shock doesn’t last when the tension in your body melts, and your wide eyes flutter close, welcoming him. His shaky hands snake around your waist, pulling you deeper into him from your lower back, prompting your arms to wrap around his neck.

Your lips move fluidly against his, and a relieving groan rises from deep within his throat. One of his hands slowly traces up your spine, leaving chills in its wake as it grips the back of your neck. Heavy breaths are exchanged through your noses, your lips never breaking apart as the kiss grows lust-filled and hungry.

Parting your lips, Jake swipes his tongue along yours, and your quiet moan is swallowed whole by his eagerness. While tasting the faintness of rum, your hands search for the roots of his hair, gripping tightly, but not enough to cause him discomfort.

Finally, you pull away, in need of air. You rest your forehead against his, the both of you panting soft breaths, “Jake–” You whisper, leaning back in.

“No,” He quickly backs away, realizing what he’s done.

“What?” Your chest still heaves from the lack of air.

“That was–” He brings his fingers to his lips, tracing the plump flesh, “This was a mistake, I’m sorry.” His words are rushed, and so are his movements as he exits the garage, slamming the door shut and leaving you there. Dumbfounded, you remain still, lips still parted in shock and eyes zoning out as you feel the ghost of him on your lips.

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I’m really sorry for how rushed this is, and I appreciate your patience! I am incredibly sleep deprived right now, so chances are I’ll be coming back and doing small edits. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed chapter two of Silver Springs.

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Nervous

hey guuuyyyyyysssssssss im here with another fic for you all ! i hope you enjoyyy :))

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After joining Jujustu High as a late start first year. Getting acclimated to the new environment was easier than you thought. The people on the other hand…they threw you for a loop. 

Itadori was normal enough, a bit bubbly and preppy but could still be serious and caring. He was a sweetheart through and through. You two got along really well, considering your own social butterfly-like nature. Though no where near the extreme of Itadori’s. 

Kugisaki was a bit harder to crack, she was a tough nut. Hiding her affection’s with hard insults and shrill yells. It became almost nature for you both to argue about nonsensical things. During your first hangout together she had tried to make you hold all her bags, which you of course declined. 

This had you guys arguing for hours, ending it in a fit of laughter in the middle of the busy Tokyo sidewalk. After that day you both had grown considerably closer, and you found yourself spending many a nights holed up in her room talking gossip and bickering with eachother. 

Fushiguro on the other hand. At first, you were sure he didn’t like you. His never-ending scowls and cold, monotone voice. It was hard to really believe Itadori and Kugisaki when they told you that that was how he was with everyone, that it wasn’t anything specific to you. 

But out of the three, Fushiguro was the one you wanted to get close to the most. His handsome face, his dark hair, his broody demeanor. For whatever reason, it drew you in like moth to a flame.

You recognized the warmth that curled in your gut whenever he came to class a little late, a flush on his cheeks from rushing to the classroom. His hair slightly out of place, his hands quick to run through the soft locks in an attempt to tame them. 

The blush that would enflame your features when you two would get paired to train together. When you would get distracted staring at his face as the sweat dripped down his forehead, and his chest heaved with heavy breaths. His husky tone reprimanding your attention being else where, pinning you quickly on the mat beneath you both to prove his point. 

Images of him flashed through your head all of the time. You could never stop thinking about him, and it drove you mad. Especially because you had absolutely no outlet to all these pent up emotions. He would barely hold a conversation with you for more than 5 seconds, a quick hi and bye was all you got on a good day. 

He definitely wouldn’t speak to you outside of class, or hangout with you alone without it being some group outing that Itadori or Kugisaki had dragged him on. 

It made your heart clench at the thought that you two would just never be as close as he was with the others. That your feelings were ultimately one sided and you would just have to find a way to get over them sooner rather than later. Lest they consume any more of you. 

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Sitting criss cross on Kugisaki’s bed, flipping through a magazine she had sitting on her desk, while you wait for her to return to her dorm. 

You had texted her before hand about wanting to talk to her about something, of course it had to do with the dark-haired emo boy, and she had responded letting you know her door was unlocked and she would be back from the mission she was on soon. 

So here you were, attempting to pass the time while you waited for her to return. Your mind running a million miles a minute with all the information you had wanted to spill to her. Of course nothing had happened between you two, Fushiguro had been holed up in his room since he came back from a particularly rough mission. Probably sleeping off the ache in his bones, as most of them did. 

A sharp knock pulled you out of your thoughts, causing you to jerk up from your relaxed position. Confusion running through you, it couldn’t of been Kugisaki she had a key to her dorm and could easily just unlock the door. Itadori was out on a mission of his own and wasn’t set to return until tomorrow. 

Your heart beat spiked at the thought of who could be behind the door. 

Padding over on your socked feet, you unlocked the padlock on your side and swung it open. And, just like you expected, you're met with dark spikey hair and deep eyes. His eyes widen as he takes in seeing you, instead of the expected Kugisaki. 

“Oh…is Kugisaki not back yet?” His voice questioning, attempting to peer behind you to possibly catch a glimpse of her brown hair in the back. 

“No, sorry shes still on a mission. Im waiting for her to come back too.” You said, a blush quickly appearing on your cheeks. Going to awkwardly rub at the back of your neck. 

He stood their uncomfortably at the door for a few beats of silence, you still too stunned at the fact that he was in front of you currently to even attempt to think of any conversation starters. Also fully convinced that he's just going to walk away at any moment now without even a goodbye. 

“Did you want to maybe, wait with me?” You try at your luck, stepping back from the door to give him space to come inside. 

His eyes focused on yours for a few tense seconds. Before, without a word, he enters the room. 

Your nerves set alight in your body, feeling the heat crawl up your neck. Turning the tips of your ears a rosy shade. Silently, you shut the door behind you. Turning the lock, taking a deep breath before facing the scene before you. 

Fushiguro had made himself as comfortable as you think he could be in the presence of others. He sat, almost stiffly, in her desk chair. Fiddling with his fingers, he seemed strikingly out of place. His stiff shoulders and awkward demeanor. It created a fuzzy feeling within your chest, staring at him endearingly. Doing everything within your power to hold back a giggle from erupting past your throat. 

Your attempt was unsuccessful as a giggle slipped past your lips. His eyes shot up to yours, glaring at you. 

“What?” His tone was sharp, and it would’ve made you nervous in any other situation but the image of him awkwardly waiting for Kugisaki was still swimming behind your eyelids. 

“I’m sorry..” You managed past your fit of giggles, which only went on longer the longer he glared at you. “You just looked so…stiff. I’m not gonna bite ya know.” You said, wiping the tears that gathered under your eyes. 

With the sudden boost of confidence, you found yourself walking up to where he was sat in her chair. A smile still lingering on your lips from the giggles. When both of your eyes met eachother, you were sure you saw the hints of a smile within them. But that was quickly replaced with shock as you grabbed his arms and pulled him to sit on the bed with you. 

A noise of surprise escaped his throat as he was manhandled, too shocked to do anything to fight back against it. 

“See! Much more comfortable, don’t you think?” You weren’t going for an actual response, going to grab the magazine you were reading earlier. Finding yourself lying on your stomach, legs kicking idly behind you. While Fushiguro attempted to seem comfortable. 

Sneaking glimpses of him out of the corner of your eye made you want to loose yourself into a fit of giggles again. 

“Okay I can’t do this.” You sighed, trying to fight back the smile. This is the closest you’ve been with him alone since, ever really. You were trying to fight back the nerves that kept attempting to flutter out of your stomach. You desperately wanting things to not be awkward, but it seemed like he was going to make that a harder task that necessary. 

“You really don’t like people do you?” The ‘Me’ that floated in and out of the lines of your words was left unsaid, but with the slight widening of his eyes and the way they flickered to your face. You were sure you both heard it loud within the silence. 

He sighed, shifting himself onto the bed in a more lax sitting position. 

“You make me nervous.” 

The words left you staring at him dumbly, his eyes looking down at the bed sheepishly. His fingers fiddling with each other. 

Your mouth open and closed again, not unlike a fish out of water. Your brain shortcircuiting trying to come up with something, anything, to say in response to that. But you were drawing blanks. 

“I-...You-...HUH??” 

This time, you made him giggle. The back of his hand covering his smile as he chuckled at you. It made a dagger stab directly through your heart at the cuteness display infront of you. 

“Don’t laugh at me!” You playfully smacked his shoulder, which only proved to make his laughter worse. Not too soon after, you followed him. Giggles of your own, joining him in his laughing fit. 

You both laughed and laughed for what seemed like forever. The awkwardness of before long forgotten, so much so, you had almost forgotten what he had said that even led you both to this in the first place. 

Almost. 

Once the laughter had died down for the both of you, which was extremely difficult as it seemed every time you both made eye contact, one of you erupted into another fit. 

You took deep breaths, trying to regain yourself. You felt his eyes on you, and the heat of it all crept up again. Making itself known on the fat of your cheeks, and the tips of your ears. You avoided his gaze, not ready to really come to terms with whatever was about to happen. 

“Why do I…uhh make you nervous?” You stumbled through your words, the nerves fluttering up your throat. Making it feel increasingly difficult to speak. 

You had spent what felt like years dreaming of this moment. Where you would confess, or he would confess. And you would finally be able to talk to him without feeling like you were going to explode, or feeling like it was such a one-sided conversation. 

The need to know him ran so deep within your bones that by this point, it was apart of you. It became a key point in your personality long ago, almost since the first moment you laid eyes on him. You found yourself searching for him everywhere you went. 

And not just him physically, but in things. When you would see a dog charm at the shop you were looking through with Kugisaki, or when Itadori would take you to this ramen place you would think about how much Fushiguro would like the food here. Or when you would see dark hair walking down the street, and for a split second wonder if that's him. If fate had brought you both down the same street, at the same time. 

He cleared his throat, which pulled you from the deep entralls of your mind. You perked up, eyes darting all across his face. The blush that dusted his cheeks was an intense red color, it made you want to coo at him, but you refrained. Wanting to hear his answer. 

“You just do.” He said, a finality in his voice. But with the way his eyes were refusing to meet yours, and the blush that was still stubbornly apparent on his cheeks. It felt like just enough answer for you. 

It made your heart sing, you felt a smile tugging on your lips. 

“Aww Fushiguroooo.” You extended the vowels annoyingly, playfully playing it up just to get him to blush a little bit more. Throwing your arms around him, you nuzzled the side of his face. Your lips right up against his ear, you whispered. 

“You make me nervous too.” 

You felt him freeze under your arms, his whole body stiffening before relaxing again. His chest rumbling with a laugh, as he turned in your hold to face you. A small smile on his face, and you felt your heart swell for the nth time that night. 

He opened his mouth to say something, you more than ready to listen. When the door was slammed open and Kugisaki barged in. 

You both shoved eacother apart, hoping to create enough distance that wasn’t suspicious between you two. Immediately, your cheeks felt like they were going to catch fire with how hot they were. 

“Hel- woah. What happened in here?” Kugisaki asked, her eyes darting between you two. 

“Well you kn-.”

“Nothing.” His voice slightly shaky as he stood and went to leave without another word. 

Your mind racing, wasn’t he in here for something? You thought, but your thoughts were cut off as Kugisaki flops onto her bed. Narrowly missing you, her voice muffled. 

“You guys better not have fucked on my bed.”

authors note: heyyyyy i hope you guys enjoyyy ! i think i really like the way this turned out! and its my first fic, kinda, for megumi so hopefully i did him justice !! thank you guys for reading and for all the love!!

[ranticore]

aerated water and extremely stratified standing water on Siren

image: a pelagic phocid trapped under a flow of aerated water, unable to reach the surface to breathe

I had to whip up a picture REALLY quick because this is text heavy and it turned out nice :) not so nice for this guy but hey. I'm going to talk about the deadliest natural phenomenon on Siren.

First things first some basic Earth limnology, if there are no tides and the wind is not blowing, standing water doesn't move. Water which is not mixed by either a current, wind, or a tide, or some other mixing factor, will stratify. It separates into layers. There'll usually be an oxygenated layer on top and an anoxic layer underneath, which can only be inhabited by certain extremophiles adapted to low or no oxygen conditions.

This is the normal way of things on Siren when the tides aren't moving; the ridges of land formed by glaciation that break up the sea are effective wind barriers and mixing is minimal. It doesn't make a difference to phocids and selkies because these people are air-breathing; in fact this stratification is why all attempts at a human with gills never really made it off the drawing board, they would be less suited to live in this water than an air breathing human. The sea never gets that deep on most of the planet's surface.

Vents in the sea floor are usually inactive or minimally active, letting out thin streams of gas (same as what makes up the atmosphere; oxygen, nitrogen, etc). However occasionally, an earthquake or other geological event will cause a vent to force out what lies beneath the crust; aerated water. Aerated water is low-density water. It's used in wastewater treatment plants on Earth right now. And if you fall in, you can't swim. You go straight through it. (These treatment plants have mechanisms to detect anything entering the water, and a mobile floor will rise up to lift you out of the water)

Aerated water on Siren is known by a variety of ominous regional names as it's pretty universally feared by sea people. In the stratified water, the aerated layer sits on top of the normal oxygenated later, creating an interface where the less dense water sits on top of the denser water. In particularly rapid flows of aerated water, it can form thick currents on the surface which do not disperse for days or even weeks at a time, and they can be so large and so sudden that entire villages could be wiped out instantly. You can't swim through aerated water, so you become trapped underneath it. You can't see the interface easily from below, so it's hard to judge its edges, it's hard to see how far it stretches. At best, you might have just taken a breath and you'll have 30 minutes to find the edge of the flow, but what if you swim in the wrong direction? What results, if people are particularly unlucky, is a mass drowning event of all air-breathing creatures in the area.

The flow usually starts in a linear shape and if it encounters open water with no land ridges, it will slowly begin to spread into a roughly round shape, getting thinner and thinner as it widens out until the layer is too thin to pose any risk. The gas discharge into the normal water can be significant and provides a nice boost for the oxygenated layer. Pelagic people have to be alert for this danger and have drilled responses and emergency flotation devices at their villages, just in case (in fact they make their own underwater hot air balloons to quickly rise to the surface using lighter than air flight)

It's not just aquatic people who are at risk. Flying people who might think to land on the sea to rest in the middle of a long journey risk landing on an aerated flow that won't support them, causing them to sink immediately. Ships with the correct displacing hulls and hydrofoil arms that penetrate to the layer of normal water can traverse aerated flows, but rafts and canoes, used by most of the population, are in danger of vanishing below the surface. Most modern whaling vessels are hydrofoils.

The final effect of the flow is incredibly rare but it has happened enough to provide fuel for superstitious rumours about flying phocids and selkies; if you're directly above the vent when the aerated water explodes out, you will be airborne very quickly and also concussed and/or dead from bludgeoning damage.

The first recorded death from aerated water occurred during year 16, when a settler human unwittingly piped a swimming pool's worth of it into a test chamber. the beta phocid test subject, Ambla, was supposed to be doing some basic aquatic locomotion studies. they were taken completely by surprise and died before the pool could be drained to save them (beta phocid lung capacity was not impressive). Ambla was the first recorded death of a genetically modified human (technically the second, but the first failed to be born and died in the deep dream so was never really alive) and initially the lab workers blamed a malfunctioning pressure generator, thinking that it had somehow increased the weight of water on Ambla and pinned them. The other beta phocids were distraught, in retribution began a campaign to sabotage the pressure pumps and other atmospheric systems at the settlement so that nobody else would die in such a manner. It was their first act of rebellion.

[like-apollo]

A Funky Friendsgiving

[I thought it would be fun to include some characters from my last story]

You were laying on your back in Anthony's king size bed, as his tan bubble butt was spread across your face.  “Don’t be shy babe, eat it up” he said as he was grinding on you, rocking up and down your face causing his hole to move from your nose to your mouth, back and forth. It smelled so bitter yet sweet.  “I mean it is Thanksgiving after all.”

The movement was building pressure around his puckered ass and you knew you were trapped.  Not that you minded

BBbbbrrRrRAaaaaPppptt 

“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more heavy gas down your throat. 

PhhFfrttPtt.

“Kiss it for me, babe?”  He kept ripping ass while grinding on your open mouth and up your nose.  You knew it was the only air you would be breathing tonight but you didn’t care.  It was coming from Anthony’s beautiful buttocks and you had no plans to stop…

Earlier that night, you arrived at your friend Christina’s house for a friendsgiving.  You had been looking forward to catching up with some good friends that you’ve known since high school.  It’s tough to get everyone together being in your 30s now, but you always made it work and it was always worth it. 

Even your friend Dante who you hadn’t seen in several months showed up, which was a nice surprise.  He brought his father David.  His dad was extremely fit and good looking for his age and you couldn’t help but to admire him.  Even though he was older, he fit in with everyone and made good company.  You happened to notice that Dante and David seemed very close for a father and son. Their energy threw you off at first, but you tried not to read into it too much.  Everyone was having a good time, after all.

With such a diverse group of friends, there was an exceptional mix of cuisine:  Dante and David brought their delicious Macaroni and Cheese; Noel brought a large platter of brown rice and beans along with a side of cheesy beef empenadas; Anthony brought his home made stuffed shells; Tia made mashed potatoes and a side of brussel sprouts; you brought a broccoli and cheddar fondu; and Christina, being the host, prepared a delicious turkey with a side of gravy and stuffing.  There was way more than enough food for the 7 of you.

Everyone was catching up and having a good time.  You stepped away to get a beer when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“Yo man!  Long time no see.”  You tunred around to see your friend Anthony.  Anthony was tall, handsome guy and he always had your back, even in your earlier school days.  Being an extrovert, Anthony now worked in sales and introduced you to a lot of people throughout the years, both friends and colleagues.  He was charismatic and always made people feel comfortable, but he was also a great friend. You couldn't help but admire his charm. 

“Hey Tony!  I was just grabbing a drink.”  Tony walked with you to the kitchen as you caught up with each other.  You've always had a crush on Anthony, but your friendship never went beyond that.  He knew you were gay from the beginning which helped him open up to you when he began exploring his own sexual identity and thoughts about other men, but it was more platonic.  Plus he had been living with his boyfriend Alex for over a year now and you cared about his happiness more than anything. 

Still, you felt more of an attraction to him tonight and noticed he was talking to you more than any of your friends.   Not that you minded, but it was hard to keep your feelings down - literally as your cock jumped in your pants every time he spoke. 

After a few drinks, it was time for dinner.  You looked in awe at the abundance of a delcious dinner in front of you.  Anthony grabbed 2 plates and handed one to you.  “Look, so there’s something I wanted to tell you.  After my promotion, I was actually able to move out and get a place of my own.  It was rough at first, but I’m making it work.”

You didn’t really understand what he meant.  Last time you checked, him and Alex were doing well together.  “Oh wow. I mean that’s great Tone, but you and Alex already had your own place, no?” 

“Yeah, so about that...”  Anthony was loading his plate up now.  He started with the Mac and Cheese and then added rice and beans. “As you know, me and Alex have gone through our ups and downs in the past.”  He was piling up his plate now with turkey, brussel sprouts, 2 empanadas, stuffed shells and mashed potatoes.  “We were always able to work through them, but we got into a big argument and there’s just no going back.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say. On one hand, you were shocked.  I mean, you cared about your friend, but it also low key made you excited knowing that he was single again.  But you also wanted to be there for him.  “Wow Tony, wait so back up, everything was going good between you and Alex, so what happened?” 

“I don’t really know how to tell you man, but“

“Sheesh Tony, the food isn’t going anywhere” he was interrupted by your other good frined Noel, noticing the mountain of dinner on his plate.  “I can’t even see the plate underneath!”

“Relax Noel, there’s definitely more than enough food here.” Christina chimed in.

“Yeah, but we all know what happens to Tony’s stomach when he eats too much.” Noel said grinning.

Noel was great guy and he was part of your inner circle back in the day.  What he was referring to was Anthony’s lactose intolerance, which you all were familiar with.  Even when he took his digestive enzymes, Tony’s gas was heavy and lethal. And dairy just added fuel to the flames.  Tonight his plate was full of different cheesy foods in addition to the turkey.

Tony walked over to Noel: “Life’s too short, man.” he turned his back to Noel.  “Sometimes you just gotta let loose-”

BbbbBBrrRRppPPttt

“…and live a little” he said as he ripped a booming 7 second fart right on Noel’s plate.

“Come on Tone, that was right on my food!”  Noel said frustrated as he walked to the living room.  Anthony just gave an evil smirk as he followed behind Noel.  Everyone was laughing about it as they went to the living room – well, everyone except for you.

Aside from the potent stench, his fart didn't really phase you. You stood in the kitchen for a moment contemplating what to do.  You really wanted to tell Anthony about your feelings tonight, and he just disclosed that he was single now, so you had the freedom to speak on it.  Still, as his friend, you wanted to know what happened with Alex. You wanted to talk to him, alone.

Back in the living room, everyone was eating and chatting.  Anthony was enjoying his massive plate while chatting with Dante and David.  You walked over and sat with them, trying to join in the conversation. 

“Man that was a pretty gnarly fart earlier” Dante said with a laugh.  “Can’t imagine how bad it’s going to get after dinner.” 

“Trust me, it’s gonna keep me up all night.” Dante and David gave each other an interesting look, which you never understood to this day. But your mind was occupied about Anthony to think too much about it.

Anthony finished his plate without saying a word to you.  You felt a shift in the energy, as he got up and walked to the bathroom.  As the night went on, you caught up with your other friends.  You tried to talk to Anthony again but it was as if he ignored you.  He was showing you so much attention at the start of the party, so what was going on?

By the end of the night, everyone was saying their goodbyes until it was just you and Anthony.  You both decided to leave together and after saying goodbye to Christina, you walked outside in silence.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night Tony” you said breaking the silence.  “You okay?”

“I’m good man, it was just a little bit uncomfortable earlier” he was finally opening up to you.

“Look, Tony, I’m not sure what happened but you can talk to me about anything.”

He looked at you and took a deep breath, then closed his eyes forcefully as he leaned forward.

BBBbbBBBRrrrRRPPPbbBBUUuuUUUMMMPpppPPPFFfffFTttTTt

He let out a loud, chunky 23-second fart that shook the whole street and set off the neighbor’s car alarm.   Even being outside, the smell hit burned the inside of your nostrils as you began coughing.

“Damn Tony, you might wanna check your pants. I was just-“

He interrupted you.  “Look I don’t know how to say this, but here it goes: yes, I have some powerful gas. But it’s not for everyone.  Alex wasn’t a fan of it.  We ended up getting into a huge fight over it.  The reason I left is because he couldn’t take it and he wasn’t open to it.”  he was looking at the ground now.  “He told me it was disgusting…”

“Wow, Tony, I’m so sorry man, I had no idea.  I mean it seems a little extreme to break up over farting.”  You wanted to tell him more about your feelings, but you were just trying to be there for your friend at this point.

“Well it’s not just about the gas.  The thing of it is, I have a kink for farting on other men.  I haven't been able to explore that yet. And I wanted to with Alex.  He seemed so open minded when we first met and I thought that after so much time he’d be willing to try it” Anthony said, now looking up at you.  “And the other thing is, seeing you tonight just made me feel good again.  But I didn’t want this to weird you out.  I mean I saw how Alex reacted…” It was all making sense now as to why he was ignoring you.  

Somehow through the gas, you were extremely turned on.  You had never really tried anything with farts before but just the idea of Anthony being so vulnerable in this moment about his deepest desire was turning you on. You didn't understand it but you were open to it.

“Look Tony I gotta be honest with you man.  It’s always been you.  I’ve always liked you.  Yes, your gas is powerful, but that never really bothered me.  Actually, if you want, we could try it out sometime…”

He grabbed your hand. “Well hopefully Christina doesn’t mind keeping your car overnight.  And we can just tell her you drank too much or something” He said with a laugh. Now Tony was the one getting hard at the thought of farting in your face all night.  “Would you wanna come back to my place?”

You couldn’t say no to him.  The thought of being with Anthony, who you've known for years, and the thought of taking his beautiful ass just felt right.  His stomach was rumbling at this point and he was ready to give you all of his built up gas, and you had no choice but to be there for him. 

You made it back to his car. As he puilled out of the driveway, he locked all of the windows.  

BrrRRrRRMmpppffffFffFt. The first of many deadly farts erupted and he moaned in relief, hand on his stomach.  The smell was intoxicating and you felt your eyes water being trapped in his car.  You honestly weren’t sure if you could take it but that was just turning you on more. Not to mention that it was giving Anthony so much pleasure and fulfilling his desires. Your dick was growing in your pants.

You started giving him a belly rub as he drove back to his place.  You could feel the bubbling in his guts as he was driving quicker.  The combination of all the food he ate was really messing with his stomach.

PffFfFFFFrRUrrrtT His farts kept coming out and shaking his seat.  “Ugh babe I have so much gas tonight.  I hope you’re ready for it.”  The smell was overpowering your mind.  You moved your hand down from his stomach and felt his throbbing cock through his pants, which turned you on even more.  Good thing Anthony’s house was only a few minutes away.

Tthe smell was overpowering, but you were so turned on being inside in Anthony’s fart cloud and breathing in his gas.  It’s like he was conditioning you to fall in love with his funk.  He quickly parked and you looked at each other as he kissed you passionately in the midst of his stink.  You were both precumming now, as he licked your lips and you felt his tongue inside your mouth. You both made it inside to his room, while he ripped as with each step up the stairs. 

You walked in first and he followed, closing the door behind him.  You walked over to his bed and he followed.  “Baby, you know you’re gonna take all of this ass tonight, right?” he says taking his pants off.

He turned around and you saw his bubble butt busting out of his slacks as he threw them to the wall.  He turned around to reveal his 8 inch rock hard cock poking through his underwear.  You were staring in awe, dick throbbing as you began to unbutton your own pants when he pushed you back on the bed. He turned around and stood above you. 

You saw his beautiful ass pointed out getting closer to your face as his legs straddled each side of your torso.  He finished taking your pants off as his ass rested on your face like two firm pillows until he was pressing full weight on your warm face.

Anthony pulled out your dick and jerked you off as he leaned forward .  You gripped his waist and pushed his butt farther down onto your face as his cheeks spread further apart in his underwear.

BbBbBBrRRrRoOommMmpppFffttt.

This was the first of his farts that you ever took directly to the face and the smell hit you instantly. You had no choice but to breathe it in and smell his toxic fumes.  “Ahhhh fuck baby, having your face on my ass is what I've been waiting for.”  Even through his thin briefs, you could still taste the bitter aroma of the enormous plate he ate earlier. 

He ascended up giving you a moment of semi-fresh air with the smell of his farts still lingering and pulled down his underwear to reveal his glorious, tan bubble butt.  It was slightly hairy and his raw, unwashed crack looked delicious. 

You were laying on your back in his king size bed as he spread his bare, tan ass across your face, feeling the rim of his smooth asshole brush up against your mouth.  “Don’t be shy babe, eat it up” he said as he was grinding on you, rocking up and down. It smelled so bitter yet sweet.  bBBBbruuppPppFfT “I mean it is Thanksgiving after all.”

He was moving his butt up and down your face while your tongue was going in and out of his dirty hole.

BBbbbrrRrRAaaaaPppptt 

“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more gas down your throat. 

PhhFfrttPtt.

“Kiss it for me, babe?”  He kept ripping ass while still grinding on your open mouth and up your nose.  You knew it was the only air you would be breathing tonight but you didn’t care.  You were in heaven with Anthony, enjoying all his gas. 

“Fuuuucckkkkk babe, I hope you weren’t tired tonight, because I have no plans of stopping.”  You opened your mouth and planted it around his ass, pushing deeper as he pressed harder on your smothered face. 

BRRRrrRrooOommFfrRRooUUmppttTT

“Mmmhhhhh-ugh” Anthony was moaning in pleasure as your entire mouth surrounded his throbbing hole.  He ripped more and more ass.  You could feel the pressure release from his body as he moaned in relief.  

Even though you could barely breathe, you kept licking Anthony’s hole and taking all of his bitter farts, as you felt his warm mouth surround your throbbing cock. You released loads of thick cum down his throat until it overflowed from his mouth.  “Nngghhh” You heard a faint strain from above before

BBBBBBBbBBbbbrRRruuUuUMUmNnnNNNMMPPPpPpFfftTTTtttTTsss

The strong pressure from his hole released a violent, meaty eruption of farts that lasted more than 60 seconds, with his toxic fumes releasing directly into your face, forcing you to breathe pure gas.  Your vision became blurry until you were unconscious, knocked out by Anthony’s dirty farts.

[sister-of-hitoshi]

The guy in trench-coat

Word count: 707 ; Genre: Fluff

Anime: Mr villain's day off

Character: Warumono-san/Mr villain

Note: This is my first time writing, finishing and posting a fanfic...please be kind about my mistakes TvT (Btw you can imagine yourself in the little girl's place (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)<3)

"Panda-san!! Hereee!!!! Look here!!!"

You were again swarmed by a throng of little devils.

It was a hot sultry day in mid-June. And every passing minute felt hotter than the last. Especially if you were wearing a thick armour of impenetrable material, ready to go to war against the little devils of humanity with the cuteness of the armour being your only weapon. But hey, the pay for participating as the solo warrior of cuteness was pretty reasonable, and despite the challenging conditions, you just couldn't find it in yourself to be angry at your cutsy panda costume.... curse it's cuteness! Nobody till date seemed to understand the extent of your love for these adorable begins, not even when they saw your humble abode festooned with an overbearing amount of panda merch.

With your head in the clouds and over-exaggerated gestures towards the kids, you had almost forgotten your purpose of deliberately loosing each game of stone-paper-scissors so that they could stop bothering you- you mean- win prizes. However, never did you expect a handsome, full grown man in a trench coat to appear in front of you to play the game as well. This snapped you back to reality as you gaped at him for a few seconds straight, not quite believing this handsome aloof looking dude has willingly come into the kid's play area without an ounce of embarrassment. You immediately understood the gesture though, you immediately figured that he likes pandas as much as you do, and finding a person of similar interest after such a long time had made your day a lot better; it made you extremely happy. So much happy that even during your break you had gone looking for him inside that heavy armour of cuteness. So so happy that you missed him after your work had ended for the day. It was evening now, and there were less and less people in the zoo now. You finally opened the headpiece of your costume and sat on a nearby bench, gazing at the orange sky. Tired and drenched with sweat you had exclaimed to yourself out loud that you missed him, and that "the guy in trench coat seemed very nice", when suddenly there was a shadow looming over you, with a napkin in hand, the shadow of the very person you had thought of all day. The very person you had wanted to meet again. Gaping at him you took the handkerchief, suddenly feeling very embarassed about your sweat drenched face.

"Thank you. The work you do must be tiring."

"Why are you thanking me? I should be the one thanking you" You turned to him, offering a gentle smile and some space as he sat beside you.

"You said that I am nice."

Oh-

"Haha, I feel so." You blushed in embarrassment

He had heard me-

"You must love pandas?" You tried to continue the conversation, for some reason you didn't want to let this opportunity go.

"I do." He said, offering a smile in return.

You looked at him and weighed your options, finally going with: "I have some free panda merch with me, which I wouldn't mind sharing with someone who seems to share my interests...would you be alright with it?" You fished inside your costume pockets and found a panda keychain, immediately taking his hand in yours and placing it on his palm.

Met with silence you looked at him and offered a sincere smile, cheeks tinged red due to both the internal and external heat.

His speechlessness was broken by him suddenly holding your hands and offering you a sincere 'thank you'. "I'll cherish it" he replied in return as well, letting go of your hands and standing up. Not wanting it to end, you immediately stood up as well, and blurted out "M-My name is Y/N, and I'll be still here for week so you can come whenever you like...umm please let's meet again! We can discuss so much about pandas!!" You had basically said the first thing that had come to your mind without much thought, and as soon as you started doubting everything you had said so far, you heard a "Sure thing" and saw him smile.

You were sure of it. You had found the one.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Six

Paul and Linda: walk in. Me: Panics in bisexual

He’s so weird. He’s been carrying her purse, gives it back, then tries to change his mind again and the look she gives him. ‘You’re very cute, but I can carry my shit.’ 

But the “Linda’s a cameraman.” Rare Paul feminism moment. Slow clap.

And then instantly, “I’d better go and put in some piano practice.” You fucking addict. Linda, what are you getting yourself into, girly?

“Actually, we’re going on a farm in Scotland.” “I’d love to find a . . . a farm.” I wonder at what point he showed it to her. So far, they’ve done the dirty weekend in LA, Christmas in Liverpool and Portugal, a stay in New York, and now London. Have they done the Mull of Kintyre at this point? Oh, boy. Today might be the Paul and Linda show for me, folks :/

Why does she look like a loving mom watching her daughter’s dance audition? 

Paul taking Mal’s advice on “Standing” VS “Waiting” 

“I feel the most relaxed around Ring.” Linda/Paul/Ringo threesome fic when?

Ringo again with the EXCELLENT taste in jackets. That blue is So pretty. With the black velvet collar. Immaculate. 

“There’s enough obstacles without putting them in the song” is the most Paul quote ever. It’s like his artistic mission statement. The surface read of Paul’s songs is that they’re just these weightless, meaningless, pretty nothings. But the real read (part of) is that they’re meant as comforters, bolsterers, flashlights, and silver linings. 

He does love a good pair of hands, doesn’t he?

He really is showing off for her, though, here. When Linda hasn’t been here, has Paul ever just sat down at the piano and run through all his new songs? Not even close. And it’s so immature and so lovely.

“It was like a comedy, when I heard it.” Proceeds to sing some of the most heavy, blue lyrics. The above comment on Paul’s music notwithstanding, I must admit there are also extreme levels of emotional repression going on. 

“Castle of the King of the Birds”!!!!!!! First of all, who is the "king of the birds" if not Paul McCartney? It’s so extremely beautiful. Achingly so. When I fist heard it, I was like “where have I heard that before?” and when Peter Jackson pointed out that it’s the Top Gun theme? How many songs out there are actually Paul McCartney’s illegitimate children? Like, be Lennon/McCartney with me, for a minute here, and translate this sexual metaphor into musical terms. Paul just jerks it a bit, and before he can even finish, about ten people are pregnant from a drop of his precum and ten magical star children are born who he has no idea of. Does that make any kind of sense at all to anyone?

Honestly love the political version of get back. And clearly so does Yoko. That’s the most I’ve seen her get into a song they’ve written, like, ever. Hey, guys. I have an idea. Maybe you should ask the actual immigrant for ideas on your pro-immigration song. Just a thought. 

 When you’re trying to flirt with your new GF but your ex keeps making you giggle

A vignette of Lennon/McCartney’s writing process. Paul: trying to make up some lyrics. John: makes a joke lyric. Paul: puts it in and it works better than what he had. John: 

John: I’ll be taking me shirt off. Paul: definitely not picturing it at all

Okay but my hot take is that the first two verses at least of “Came in through the bathroom window” are a diss track at Jane. Seriously though, it’s got to be one of my many underrated favs to come out of these sessions. Also, they’re so in love doing this one, my heart can’t take it. 

“This isn’t daddy’s tea, is it?” And Yoko just, without skipping a beat, says, “No.” Girl, I know he’s the one calling you mommy in bed, don’t lie. 

It’s the mutual caring of it all, you know? How he’s sitting in her lap while playing with her hair. How he makes her laugh and she buries her face in his tummy. Gosh, she’s gonna love that tummy for almost thirty years. And while the breakup is heartbreaking, isn’t that lovely to think about? 

George, you should’ve made a Bob Dylan cover album. He sounds sooo pretty. 

Ah, yes. The “Just Let it Be, love. He’s not going to leave you.” Dream Song. Which John does not look enthusiastic about. And then it becomes “Well, you said he wouldn’t leave me, mama. But, you know, he went and did it.”

Peter Jackson, WHERE is that Linda/Yoko dish session audio, you absolute monster! Those are Not small-talk faces. Would I rather listen to what they’ve got to say than hear one of the twentieth century’s greatest masterpieces come to be? Yes. Yes, I would.

[deceasedream69]

High

Summary: after a night at the bar with your friends, you start to feel really sick, lucky for you, you meet with the right person.

Warnings: mention of drugs, SA and abuse.

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The music was loud, there wasn't a lot of people today, considering it was Tuesday, but there was enough to fill half of the bar.

I was speaking with my friends, drinking and ocassionally admiring the guys and girls around me. So many shots, but I already had my eye on someone. Even tho, deep down, I knew nothing was going to happen there, it was impossible and unprofessional, but...

-"No, you got it all wrong pretty thing", Derek's idea of flirting always baffled me, mostly because it worked.

-"and what's such a pretty thing doing here all alone?", A guy approached me.

-"drinking, and enjoying being alone", I smiled. I understand they want to make their move, but I really wasn't in for flirting today, not with anyone who wasn't him. But he was clearly never going to give the first step, but... should I?

-"oh, come on. That's boring, love", he lifted my chin with his finger. That's when I assume it happened, cause I can't recall any other moment.

I smiled and moved my head.

-"you go conquer another pretty "thing"", I took a sip of my drink and turned around.

-"we'll see", he said standing up.

I turned to look at Spencer but he was staring at another girl, I could feel my heart drop, so I decided to go, but I decided to finish my drink before leaving. Drinking it as quickly as possible, I said good-bye to my friends, most of them with a hug, but Spencer... we weren't there yet, so I grabbed my coat and headed for the exit.

My feet were pretty heavy. I worked that day, so I was probably very tired. The noise coming from inside the bar was making my head go in circles, in consequence my hand went quickly to it, trying to cease the pain. I rubbed my eyes because they hurted, my mouth was dry.

The door of the bar opened.

-"Oh, love, you look like you need help", one of his hand on my back and the other holding my arm.

-"no... I'm... fi-", I grabbed myself from a metal bar next to me, away from that dude. But he quickly grabbed my arm again.

-"hey..." a voice from another dude just leaving the bar came from behind us.

I was so fucking scared, all the things that could go wrong running through my head. And if there were 2 guys... I was so out of it I didn't even recognized the second voice.

-"No, fine... fine", I said trying to stand back up.

-"I'm with the FBI-", as soon as he said that, the first guy let go of me and ran away, making me fall to the floor, since I was holding onto him.

-"Shit"

After that everything went black.

-

Spencer's pov

-"hey, hey, stay awake... hey... dammit!", I quickly got my phone out and called for the first person I could, Derek.

-"What?! I'm kinda busy in here? If you wanted a ride you should've wait for Hotch, his saying his good-byes right now"

-"Listen! I'm outside the club, I need help!"

-"help...? I'm not..."

-"Come here!"

I hang up, she was breathing and had a pulse. I opened slowly her eyes, they were red and extremely dilated. She looked so... vulnerable, helpless. It hurted seeing her like this, she was right there with us, and no one noticed.

-"Oh poor thing", I ran my fingers through her hair, it was very soft.

<<maybe if I didn't avoid their interaction because of my jealousy I wouldv'e noticed>>

I didn't exactly know what to do without some help. Afer a few seconds JJ and Derek were walking towards me.

-"Spencer!", JJ kneeled before us. "y/n..."

-"kid, what happened?"

-"A guy was trying to take her, I stopped him, but he ran away. Still got to drug her"

-"Derek, call an ambulance", JJ checked the surroundings for anything suspicious. "There's a camera there, and there. We just need García's help"

-"I already called the ambulance"

I decided to drive to the hospital with her, she couldn't just wake up all alone in the hospital with no explanations, and I already felt bad for leaving her alone... twice.

-

Y/n's pov

The bed was soft. I slowly opened my eyes, but then quickly closed them again. The light was too strong, it hurted. That's when I felt a hand touching mine, making me pull back mine quickly.

-"sorry", he apologized, moving his hand back.

I wanted to say his name, but I just couldn't. It felt like I didn't have a voice.

- "hey, shhh, it's ok. The doctors said you need to rest, I'm just here to keep you company. Don't push yourself"

He tries holding my hand again, and now that I knew it was him, I hold his hand back.

I started to remember everything that happened. The guy, the bar, the drug in my drink...

I was so upset I didn't even noticed the tears forming in my eyes.

- "oh, y/n, don't cry...", He said caressing my cheek. His warm hands felt nice against my skin, I smiled slightly.

-"what...", I cleared my throat because my voice was really raspy and dry. "happened to...", it was too much, I started coughing.

Spencer quickly put his hand on my back to help me sit up.

-"shhh, breath", he sighed and sat back down. His hand still holding mine. "García is still searching and the rest of the team are working on the videos from the cameras around"

-"I can´t help feeling stupid", it was mostly a whisper, my voice wasn't there yet.

His face dropped.

-"don't say such thing. I'm the one who feels stupid"

I just turned to look at him with a confused look, asking for explanation without actually speaking. He sighed again.

-"I did notice when he approached you and tried to "seduce" you, but I was so... distracted...", his eyes looked into mine, like yelling to me "distracted is not what I meant", but it was only for a brief second, his vision when back to our hands to continue the story. "so I didn't noticed when he... But I'm glad I came out to help you"

-"how did you know I needed help?"

-"what?", he got closer to me, my voice was barely understandable.

-"how... did you know I needed... help"

-"oh", he sat straight again. "I saw when you rejected him, so when I saw him leaving after you... I knew there were no good intentions", he squeezed my hand slightly.

-"Thank you"

-"excuse me? I didn't quite catch that", he said joking, bringing his ear closer to me.

I laughed.

-"thank you", I took the chance and left a kiss on his cheek, but I immediatly regreted doing so. His hates physical touch, he'll obviously hate kisses. But hell, it was already done.

-"Sorry", I whispered.

But instead he got closer and kissed my forehead. Squeezing my hand even more, making me smile.

-"awww, you're red-"

-"it's the drugs. But what's your excuse?", I smirk at him.

-"I like you"

I couldn't believe he just said it out loud, and I think he couldn't believe it either. But before he could say anything more, or deny it, I had to get my feelings out.

-"I like you too", I smiled. He looked like he let go of the air he was holding in from the nerves. "I don't know what to do now", I said looking into his eyes, making him smile.

-"just... get better and we'll figure it out"

-"can I get another kiss? I heard they help to get you better", He moved some hair from my forehead and planted another kiss. "thanks doc"

He stood there with me until the rest of the team got there, he had to leave eventually so he was waiting for them so I wouldn't be alone.

[haihaihaitani]

Don't Be Scared ~ *Rindou Haitani*

Summary: It seems Rindou’s colleagues don’t respect you as they go out of their way to make you miserable. But you would never tell Rin this. You’re stronger than that, right?

Pairing: Rindou Haitani X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Drabble

Word Count: 686

Warning: swearing, anxiety attack, insecurities. Rindou being OOC (but I need him to be this way), hating the nickname baby (seriously I could rant about how much I hate being called this, but I think I summed it up pretty well in this)

Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this as a sort of therapy piece. Two things mentioned in this story are insecurities of mine. And sometimes I just imagine a lovely anime boy telling me he’s going to protect me. So yeah. Very self-indulgent. 

A/N 2: Also my dad had piranhas. That’s why they’re here.

You were officially having the worst day ever. Currently, you were curled up in the far corner of your husband’s office, behind his couch. You were squeezed into a tight ball, shaking and crying like a child. All because you were embarrassed in front of your husband’s coworkers.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember who it was who did it and you frankly didn’t care. You could still remember what he did clearly, even though it happened over an hour ago. You don’t think you were ever going to forget.

You were on your way to your husband’s office with some important paperwork when some guy jumped out and scared you. You hated jumpscares because you always felt stupid afterwards. However, after he jumped out, you tripped over your own feet and fell on your ass.

While you were trying to fight back your heavy breathing and tears, the guy laughed and said, “Ha! Gotcha, you whore.”

You were frozen.

A whore? Is that what these people thought of you? You thought…

You shook your head. It didn’t matter what you thought anymore. What mattered is that no one here respected you. Maybe your own husband didn’t respect you like you thought. You just wanted to disappear and believe none of this ever happened. That when you close your eyes, count to three, and open them, you’d be home again.

The door to the office opened. You heard Rindou call out to you, “Baby? Are you here? Ran said he saw you run in here.”

Baby. You were right. Your own husband didn’t even respect you to see you as anything more than a child. Were you being dramatic? Sure. But you still felt justified in being a little extreme considering the humiliation you were subjected to.

“Babe?” Rindou’s voice was much closer to you now and you felt his shoulder brush against yours. You squeezed yourself into a tighter ball to get away from him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me. Something is bothering you and I will do whatever I can to make it right.”

“No! It’s embarrassing and I just want to crawl into a hole and die!”

You weakly struggled against him when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. “Love, please. Let me help you.”

Taking a few breaths to try and calm yourself, you told him. You recounted the mortifying ordeal with the jumpscare and how he called you a whore. You then let your insecurities spill, how you were so stupid that you could handle a bloody massacre but couldn’t watch a horror movie. You mentioned that you didn’t think anyone respected you, much less like you and you wished you weren’t so dramatic, but explained that these were the thoughts and feelings you were having.

When you were done, Rindou didn’t say anything for a long time. You were about to ask him to say something when he whispered, “I’ll kill him.”

“What?”

“I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll gut him like a fish and feed him to your piranhas for making you feel this way.” He snapped, his voice cold and deadly.

You shook your head and burrowed yourself into his chest. “Don’t do that. You’ll make yourself work more for something those fish won’t eat.”

He gave a slight chuckle but pulled you in closer. “I’m glad you’re making jokes but I’m furious someone would make you doubt yourself like that. You are not a baby and you are not a whore. I love you so much, I married you. If you want, I’ll stop calling you baby. I call you whatever you want. But you have to know that I have never thought less of you and I never will. You are the love of my life and I will never, ever stop loving you, okay?”

You nodded. “Can we go home?”

Rindou kissed the top of your head. “Of course, my love. Right after I call Ran, okay? I have to order a hit.”

“Tell him to be slow and painful.”

“Anything for you.”

[ghostymarni]

can we consider that during intense life events, the effect it has on shifting life choices + reasons behind it? character trauma is WILD

just some personal rambling below the cut; venting somewhere for my peace of mind.

[warning heavy life shit]

After my husband passed, I’ve basically been coping sober the last 5 months. It’s to the day today.

From enjoying life on a high, to drop kicking my survival into sobriety. Not that it was bad, it was controlled enjoyment. Knowing that since I’ve dropped weight from grief, alcohol is neither a smart choice nor does it help with digestion which back tracks fitness progress; I also choose to never relapse my 20’s drinking habits.

I’ve almost become extremely wary of doing anything because I refuse to give chance to any potential to lose my career, kid, home, or peace of mind. I’ve shifted back into high caffeine intake but since getting sick I’ve had to go from 3-6 cups of caf to no more than 3 a day. Fitness is on hold until my cough goes away. But with end of the year work overtime, no help, and survival single parent widow perseverance, it is taking its toll on me. I can’t stop, I have no one to fall back on. My eyes now have undertones of bruise discoloration from it all.

I’m taking a break from other social to be more on tumblr again because here brings me more peace of mind. Ya’ll being yourselves have been a beacon of light in all of this. So if you’re reading this, thank you. I push and look forward to the friends I’ve made on here and the chaos and laughs that bring extra serotonin to my world.

I don’t share for sympathy not one bit. Just pure venting to share what’s actually going on with me. Sharing somewhere I know has actual people wanting to interact and care. Even if it’s just a virtual hug, it’s more than I can ask for. I purely enjoy being here and I just want to be treated without the cloud of people I know in person’s judgment for coping how I need to or how I make my own life choices for my kid and I. Which feels ironic that no one gave a shit before, but since his passing everyone now has a say or opinion.

Deep breath. I’ve got additional real world shit I’m trying not to let bring me down. I need to remind myself I’m capable and I’m doing more than I have ever processed in my life. I wouldn’t be okay without the bad batch, without the clones, without my friends here. [also mega shout out to Lupe for being the sweetest person ever and for listening to my constant nonsense <3 ]

I personally find the clones and their loss in a sense comforting, more so relatable because of my own loss. Regardless of fictionality, that they live to fight another day. They keep pushing, they keep fighting. Because that’s exactly what I need right now. You guys are my brothers in that retrospect. No pressure no responsibility just support and happiness.

You’re still here?

Hey 😏