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[karaplush]

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[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Products & Services Worth The Splurge

Fashion:

A great couple of bras in black/nude (your best skin-toned shade)

Comfortable, breathable, and seamless underwear

Outerwear (Coats, jackets, blazers)

The perfect pair of jeans

An LBD that works from day to night

Comfortable, sturdy, sleek, and timeless footwear (a versatile black boot, a black heel, white sneaker, and a black flat/loafer/sandal)

A timeless and versatile crossbody or shoulder bag (a larger one for the daytime/work or school and a smaller one for nighttime/events)

One or two well-made classic jewelry item(s)

A conversation-starting item or accessory

Beauty:

Sunscreen

Any skincare/skin cosmetic products that are game-changers for you

A quality hair brush, comb, and hair towel

Your signature scent

A quality razor/hair removal product

Vitamin C/Retinol serums

Reliable hair tools and sturdy nail tools

A quality hair heat protectant/scalp cleansing or conditioning spray

Makeup brushes and beauty tool cleaners

Home:

Lamps/lighting

Couch/desk chair

Everything for your bed: Bed frame, mattress/sheets/pillows, etc.

Knives

Dishwasher-safe and microwave-safe dishes & cups you love

A full-length mirror

Vacuum

Storage solutions/cedar blocks or moth balls

Quality holders for everything: Paper towels, shower storage, hooks, mailbox/key bowls

Name brand paper products/household cleaners

Electric toothbrush & Waterpik

Sound-proof headphones/Airpods

MacBook Air

Health & Wellness:

High-quality lettuce and/or sprouts

Organic frozen fruits and vegetables (if fresh is too pricey)

BPA-free canned goods

Potassium bromate & glyphosate-free grain products

Snacks free of artificial colors

Quality coffee

An at-home massage tool/heating pad

Fur products for skin/hair removal

Vitamin C/Retinol serums

Quality running shoes

Anything that goes near your vulva or into the vagina: Sex toys, lube, condoms, toy cleaners, pads/tampons/menstrual cups, cleansing wipes, etc.

A yoga mat, resistance band, and a pair of small ankle weights

Spotify subscription

Books and audiobooks

Services:

Therapy

A top-tier haircut

House cleaning (even if it's only once every couple of months)

Top-tier hair removal/brow maintenance services of your choice

Best doctors, dentists, OB/GYN, and dermatologists you can get

At least one personal training/styling session in your life

Professional/Social:

Ownership of the domain for your full legal/professional name and/or business name

A CPA/bookkeeper/fiduciary financial advisor

Automation workflow/content management system software

A lawyer for contract review/LLC services

Personalized stationery/"Thank You" cards

Memorable client gifting for the holidays/milestone successes

Niche skill-based certifications (Google, AWS, Hubspot, etc.) or courses made by trusted professionals in your field

Subscriptions in world-leading and industry-authority digital publications

[luigi-is-ace]

So I know this may be old news by now, but there are actually two variations of the furby Valentine set! And I just got my hands on the other one!

This one comes with a metal tin (oval shape, no lid). The plush inside is the same. Mine was very squished and pathetic.

It also comes with the same journal notebook as the other set. Instead of the ceramic coffee cup, this set has this plastic cold cup with a straw!

This is hand wash only, while the ceramic one is dishwasher safe (minus the silicone lid and grip). This one also says on the bottom to not put anything hot in it.

Here's the tin with everything taken out. It's just a thick paper thing stuck inside the back.

The stickers are different as well. There are many more of them, but they are smaller.

There are two of these sheets inside. This set is also covered in the horrible tape, although this one seemed to have much less. It was also easier to peel from the tin, instead of the cardboard box from the first set. And that's it!

BUT! I also found a bonus!

These are so cute, and comes with pins! I will be sending these out to my friends.

[merridelicious]

I’m moving into college in 3 weeks have you got any tips :0

yes!! quite a few actually. :) *for mutuals outside of the u.s., this advice is based on a U.S. American university experience, so some of it may not apply to you.

PLEASE SEND ASKS if you have specific questions, and I’ll either speak from my own experience or give information from other friends in university rn!!

packing:

You don’t need to bring ALL your stuff. (Really, it’s okay. Also, you have limited space.)

A quick Google search of “college packing list 2023” will yield many results. It’s up to you to decide what “essentials” are actually essential, but suffice it to say, think about the things you use on a daily basis and then think about what you don’t have at home that you’ll need in student housing.

Apartment or dorm, unless you’re really lucky—you’ll be sharing living space & appliances with other people. Yes, that includes showers. If you can get toiletries cheaper locally than in the location of your university, save yourself the time and money. Shower shoes are an absolute must, because those showers can get disgusting.

If you have a meal plan that lasts the entire year, you don’t really need to pack a bunch of food (or go grocery shopping a ton during the school year) but it can be nice to have dry goods & snacks on hand. (I keep rice, macaroni & cheese, crackers, & some type of dried fruit around, if nothing else. Whatever tastes strike your fancy, feel free to add/substitute.) If you’re cooking all your own food, you’re going to need at least a cooking pot, frying pan, spatula, dish sponges, and dish soap, as well as some resealable food storage containers and cheap cups and bowls (I got most of that at Target. They tend to have back-to-school sales and bowls & cups go for less than a dollar each.)

Laundry is going to be a pain in the ass, unless again, you luck out and have a washer and dryer in-unit. Ditto for dishes (unless your space comes with a dishwasher). Do yourself a favor & get a huge bin of Tide pods, pack of laundry sheets, & at least two paper towel rolls so you don’t have to run out every week to replenish cleaning supplies. (I personally despise having dish towels to wash, so if you don’t mind them take the paper towel advice with a grain of salt.)

My dorm was weird and had a sink in it. If you’re responsible for cleaning your own sink it will get nasty quickly. Either take turns with your roommate(s)/housemate(s), or figure out who the designated sink cleaner is.

friends/socializing:

Your first friend group in college will likely not be your last, nor will it last. This group is usually composed of people close in proximity to you aka convenience friends. You might realize three or four months in that these are not your people and you don’t like hanging out with them. This is perfectly normal and okay! You’ll find people who you do vibe with. I encourage you not to limit making friends to your specific university, although if you go to a small one like I do that can be tough.

Universities often have events with free stuff, including free food. Take advantage of these events if & when you can. They’re usually very laid back, and if you’re not in the mood to stick around, you can grab food and then dip.

Orientation events & icebreakers within your first week are to be expected. Try to remember a fun fact about yourself (which is what you usually get asked, along with your intended major, name, pronouns—sometimes, & hometown).

Your RA(s) aren’t cops, but they also aren’t your friends. They’re required to report sketchy shit that happens. My RAs had a rule that if they didn’t hear, see, or smell anything suspicious, it was like nothing happened, but try to get a feel for what yours look out for.

It is more than okay to need/want therapy. You’ve just gone through a massive change in your life and you did it mostly, if not all, by yourself. Your university counseling services (if applicable) are generally not the best place to go for therapy, though. This is especially true if you’re worried about your privacy. I don’t think I’ve heard of student discounts for therapy, but some therapists have this policy called sliding scale where you pay what you can. Find a person you can talk openly with and who is experienced with your mental health concerns/practices the right kind of therapy for you. (CBT, DBT, & EMDR are a few examples.)

dating, love, etc.

First and foremost, if this section doesn’t apply to you because you don’t participate or aren’t ready to in college, please feel free to skip!

If you’re still here, obviously I am not the expert on your love life—you are. That being said, without getting too personal, here are some things I’ve picked up through trial and error.

If you’re starting college, and haven’t yet dated anyone, it’s okay to feel behind. What isn’t okay is being patronized or taken advantage of for your lack of experience. I wish I could say it’s just common sense, but it’s crucial to figure out what your boundaries, limits, & standards are before getting into an intimate situation with somebody. (I myself learned this the hard way.)

simply put: It is okay to be picky! (Read that again.) Or not—what works for one person won’t work for everyone. Some people date & hook up just for fun, especially during college when a lot of changes are happening, and that suits them fine. Some people want stronger, longer connections, and that works for them. Some people focus on friends over partners and refrain from the entire dating & hookup scene. All are valid and healthy. (As long as you stay safe, sane, & consensual, and get tested.)

school stuff:

Please do yourself a favor and don’t schedule 8am classes five days a week. I don’t care if you could do it in high school—chances are you’re going to need to wake up way beforehand to get ready OR your roommate will do something ridiculous in the middle of the night that will wake you up. In this more than likely event, you won’t want to wake up and go straight to class. If you’re not a STEM major, this advice is easier than if you are (and if the first applies, my condolences and much love).

You need sleep no matter what—if that means midday naps, go for it. I don’t recommend skipping class to nap unless it’s an emergency though.

Re skipping class: some professors take attendance and your grade can suffer if you don’t attend. Aside from mental health days, skipping class for fun can be a slippery slope at some universities. (At some, Cs get degrees and grades don’t matter as much, especially if you aren’t looking to go down the postgrad path.)

[mayanneaa]

'golden cove' series - ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ.

005. - just the heat || on wattpad.

PAIRING : jj maybank x fem!kook!oc

WARNING(S) : swearing, kinda not proofread, if you spot any errors please lmk

A/N : cove's a certified 2016 music lover

WC : 1.4k

golden cove masterlist. | jj's masterlist.

I try my best to hide the excitement at dinner. I don't know why, but the thought of doing something—anything—that isn't a stupid kook party and not going further than to the beach has me buzzing. For once, I actually feel needed.

My parents sit by the table, the usual silence between us three. We're eating the chicken I made with Dad when I finally speak up, "I think I'll go shopping tomorrow."

My dad barely looks up, just nodding before cutting another piece. "Do you need the car?" he asks.

"Yeah," I reply quickly. "I promise I'll refuel!"

He hums in response, and that's the end of the conversation. We sink back into the silence.

It's an everyday pattern in this house. My dad is a good person, he works hard for us to be able to get anything we want, but he just does not listen or care. I could tell him I was pregnant by some random internet guy, and he'd just hum and go back to his papers. It was... tiring.

It got worse when Mason left for his 'big trip' with his best friend, Lukas. As much as I hate to admit it, he was the only person in this house who could listen to me.

I'd barge into his room and talk about the stupidest little things while he played some games or waxed his surfboard. And he would listen every time.

Of course, I had my mom. With her shifts as a nurse, when she came home she usually wanted to rest, and I respected that. But the sting was still there.

So, now, I was left to myself most of the time. It truly was a blessing in disguise. Most of the people in my classes would kill for a situation like this - being free all the time, being able to do pretty much anything you'd want.

I sigh as I finish my plate and get up, "I'll be heading to bed," I say while loading the dishwasher. "Goodnight!"

After my shower, I slip straight under my sheets.

Tomorrow's going to be a long day. With all the driving, I need a good night's sleep—or at least enough to survive JJ. Although, with him in the passenger seat, crashing might not be the worst option.

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I am ready to go when I get down, and the car's waiting for me in the driveway. Anxiety bubbles up inside me. I'm not usually the one driving around the Outer Banks—my bike is enough for me. Besides, the world doesn't need more CO2 emissions, so I'm basically doing everyone a favor.

I just hope JJ got the memo. Sure, plenty of people stroll through the museum in regular clothes, but we're not just tourists today. We need to get access to the deeper parts and to do that, we have to look like we know what we're doing.

I check my bag for the fourth time. Everything's packed. When I get outside, the breeze wraps me around, a momentary relief before the wave of heat hits. Thank God Dad fixed the car's AC already. Handling JJ and sweating my ass off in a metal box for a total of six hours? No way.

The car starts slowly, warming up. In the meantime, I connect my phone to the radio and shuffle one of my playlists. I drive off the driveway accompanied by Halsey, lowly singing along. The engine roars, and now I'm fully on the road. With both of the front windows rolled down, my hair is dancing in the wind.

By the end of the song, I pull up to the Chateau.

JJ's already sitting on the stairs, kicking some rocks. His brows are knitted together, golden locks hidden under a hat. Somehow, he managed to pull an acceptable outfit. He doesn't notice me at first, so I make sure he hears a loud honk.

The boy jumps up, and I can't help but giggle. JJ rolls his eyes and gets up, dusting off his shorts. The honk must've alerted the rest of the Pogues because Kie appears from the inside. I wave at her, and her eyes are thin splits.

"Hi." She carefully greets me, as if she's scared I bite.

"Hey. Did John B. tell you...?" I lean out the window, my voice trailing off.

She nods in response, "We should be back before the sunset. I can, you know, explain more then."

I feel the tension fog up the string of friendship we had, but it's not broken - not yet. At least I hope so. Her lips form into a shy smile, and I answer with a bigger one. She nods and retreats back to the house, and I hear JJ, "Can I drive?"

"No? You'll probably drive us into some ditch."

He groans but walks up to the passenger side and pulls the door open. "I wouldn't," he mutters under his breath and climbs on the seat.

I roll my eyes and start the GPS. The road stretches ahead, bathed in the sharp golden sunlight. Tourons are already wandering towards the beach, dragging their oversized umbrellas and chairs.

Through the music, I catch the sound of JJ's sigh. I glance over to find him leaning back on the seat, staring out the window. He is... quiet. Too quiet.

I can feel it's just the silence before the storm. And, of course, I'm right.

After his fifth sigh—louder this time—I grit my teeth. The noise grates at me, like a broken record. By the time he lets out the next one, I shoot my head in his direction. "What?"

His brows dart up when his eyes meet mine. "Nothing."

"I can hear you sigh."

JJ rests his head on his hand, "I'm pretty sure that's called schizophrenia-"

We didn't even make it out the Outer Banks. I groan and make a sharp turn, sending him flying across his seat. When the car stops on the side of the road, he looks at me deer-eyed. "Are you mental?!"

I'm already jumping out of my seat and walking around to his door. "Get out."

"Gonna leave me here alone?"

If murder was legal, I know who'd be first on my list. A whine escapes my mouth. "I wish," He's parting his lips, ready to say something but I pull him out of the car, "You'll drive. If I would have to listen to you sigh like an angry kid for the entire trip..."

I see the blue eyes light up for a second. JJ quickly switches with me, now sitting behind the wheel and adjusting the seat. "Just don't crash. My dad got this car like, two weeks ago."

His shoulders are a bit more relaxed now, but he holds the wheel in a strong grip. A smirk appears on his lips, "Nothin' to worry about, princess."

I roll my eyes as he starts the engine again. This is gonna be a long ride.

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Two hours pass, and the sun is now high in the sky. We are only an hour away from Chesapeake. I feel the hot air even with the windows down. I notice JJ stirring in his seat, sweat creeping up on his neck. I fan my face with my hands before I say, "Let's try the AC."

JJ steals a quick glance at me, "Well, not stopping you."

I click one of the buttons, but nothing happens. I do it again, and again. Nothing. Just as I raise my hand for the fourth time, his fingers wrap around my wrist—warm and steady and not tight, just enough to stop me.

For a second, my brain freezes, like it's lagging. Then he lets go, fast, like touching me burned him. He leans back, his gaze returns to the road. "This way you'll only break it. Are all Kooks like that with basic car assets?"

I huff, "I don't even drive that much. Why would I get a whole ass car ready for a trip to the store that'll take me five minutes by my bike?"

He shakes his head, and when he speaks up again, his voice is laced with amusement, "Ever considered just trying a different one?"

I grimace at him and smash the other button. Just like magic, we both feel the breeze hit us. Despite that, my cheeks warm up, "Oh."

JJ's lips form a weird smirk—I can sense he's holding a laugh. "Don't-"

But with the shake of his shoulders, I know it's a little too late. "Real princess, huh?"

He grins like he's savoring my embarrassment and leans back. I turn to the window, focusing on the passing trees and the distant sight of the ocean, ignoring the way my cheeks warm again. It's just the heat. Definitely the heat.

[horny4hetfield]

Rockies Christmas - Day 14

Warnings: Fluff, Marvel Universe Referenced, New Years celebrations, (Hang on!  It’s cumming!  {see what I did there}) Finger Fucking, NSFW

Guide: CBF = Cali’s Boyfriend / CGF = Castor’s Girlfriend / MBF = Marcella’s Boyfriend {I didn’t want to give them names}

The day dawns bright.  Right into my eyes.  Patting the bed, James’ side is empty.  Then I hear the toilet flush.  I slip out of my side and pad into the bathroom.  James scoops me into his arms, planting a kiss on me.  “Morning gorgeous!”

My hands find his shoulders, “Morning handsome!” and kiss him.  Then I sniff.  And look at him.

“Shower.”  He picks me up and carries me into the shower stall.  As I wash his body, I am amazed at how quickly he’s healing.  James sees the look on my face, “What?”

“Are you sure you’re not part Wolverine?” as I gently caress his bruised face.

“I might be.  I was back onstage 15 days after the fire.”

“How the hell where you able to do that?  You had to have been in serious pain.”

“Just stubborn idiocy.”  He rinses my hair.  “And I didn’t want to disappoint the fans after what happened.”  He gently kisses me.  “I promised myself after that happened, if at all possible, I’d get my ass on stage.”

“You should be proud of yourself.  You’ve done pretty good.”

He turns off the water, “It was because of me that the Australian dates had to be cancelled.”

I kiss his wet back, “That was needed.”  I turn him, “And I am proud of you.  That environment is tough to stay sober in.”

“Hey lovebirds!  Pancakes!” comes from downstairs.

I am almost dumped on the shower floor as James bolts to get dressed, “PANCAKES!”

“Go!” comes from downstairs.

It took me a little longer to get dressed before I could make my way to the kitchen.  I snort a laugh as I see James sitting at the table behind a stack of about eight cakes on his plate. 

Marcella is at the stove grinning.  As she flips another cake, “I made a whole batch just for Dad” she tells me.

When everyone is done, I kick the kids out of the kitchen and start with the clean-up.  James helps with the unload on the dishwasher.  He puts the big platters away in the high cupboard.  He smacks my ass when I bend over to put the cookie sheets in the drawer under the range.  I stand up rubbing my butt, “That one hurt.”

Pulling me to him, “I can kiss it and make it all better” he grins at me.

“Gross Dad!”  “Take it upstairs!”  “There’s kids here!” comes from the table.

We snort in laughter.

As we finish with loading the dishwasher and starting it, CBF comes into the kitchen.  “Out.”  We quickly depart the kitchen.  Cali sits on a stool and watches her man with a grin, hand on her belly.

“Hey Dad, are there still skis downstairs?” Castor asks.

“No.  I donated those to the ski school a couple of years ago.  Why?”

“I thought about doing a couple of runs.”

“You could call the run and see if they can help out.  You’d need them to be brought here and a tow to the lift.  I’m not driving today.”

Castor uses the house phone.  By the look on his face, it’s not what he wanted to hear.  “They don’t have someone to do the tow.  I guess a bunch called in sick today.”

James pats Castor’s knees as he sits on the sofa, “Sorry about that buddy.”

“Mind if bang awhile?”

James gives his son a look, “When did you grow up?”

“When you did” Castor gives his Dad a look.

“Will you two please go bang away!” Marcella gives them both a look.

“Race ya!  First one gets the drums!” James is grinning broadly.

“Now!” Marcella yells and they bolt from the room.  Laughter is heard from the studio.  Quickly followed by drums being played.  “Castor won” Marcella states.

I go to the tree and start collecting the empty gift boxes and collapsing them.  Marcella joins me, flattening out the tissue paper.  We manage to manhandle the boxes to the bedroom I’ve set up as my office.

Seeing the monitors and computer, “Whose set up is this?” Marcella asks.

“Mine.”

“Those monitors are huge.”

“I have bigger ones on my desk at work.”  I open the closet door, and the wrapping paper bin falls out.  We both giggle as we wrangle the rolls back into the bin. 

“How often do you have to work?”

“You mean you haven’t seen me working?” I grin.  She nods.  “I got the top files done the first week of December.  If something gets pressing, my boss would have called me.” 

The boxes threaten to fall off the shelf, but Marcella gets them organized and closes the closet door.  I slid the bin of papers under the bed.

“Don’t let Dad see that.”

“I’ll move it later.  Thank you, I appreciate the help” I tell her on the way back upstairs.

“You’re welcome.”  She stops on the stairs and turns to me, “I have noticed a change in Dad.  A good change.  What happened?”

“I was ready to walk out the door, but didn’t get out before the snow in September.”

“What aren’t you telling me.”

“My boss edits my notes to the authors that I edit.  I can be a little blunt.  Sometimes harsh.”  I sigh, “I was downright mean in the letter I wrote to James.”  I heave a sigh, “He still says that my bluntness was what he needed to see that he was being a …” I hesitate.

“A jerk?”

“That’s a nicer word” I smile.

“Your ring.”

“This is not an engagement ring” I look at my diamond encrusted band.  “I told him that I could accept his apology.  But that he’d have to work on my forgiveness.”  I play with the ring, “He said that this is his promise ring to me that he will work for that forgiveness every day.”

“I like you” she states simply.

I grin at her.  “James has told me that he will never marry again.  I told him that I don’t need the blessing of an archaic theological institution to say that I can love someone.”

“Soooo, you love Dad.”

Patting her shoulder, “With every fiber of my being” I tell her from my soul.  Marcella nods and we continue up the stairs into the living room.

Father and son are still pounding out music in the studio – all songs from other artists.  Marcella, myself, CGF, Cali, CBF and MBF all sit around the living room.  We occasionally pause when the song from the studio changes.  We start to see who can name the song first.  The discussion then goes into the memories of the new song.

“We could help you take this stuff down” Cali offers.

“No thank you.  I’ll get it taken down later” as I snuggle into the sofa a little.

CBF stands, “I need to check the Jambalaya” as he goes into the kitchen.

CGF looks at Cali, “You are so lucky.  Castor can barely boil water.”

“Yeah, but he can order a mean pizza” Cali deadpans back.

Nodding to Cali, “He learned that from his Dad.”  I manage a straight face for about 30 seconds.  Then there’s outright laughter.  “CBF, that smells wonderful!” I smile at the young man as he returns to the living room.

“Thank you.  It still needs a little longer.”

James and Castor walk into the living room, arms around each other’s shoulders.  Both sweating.  “Bit of a workout?” I ask them.

Using the hem of his t-shirt – exposing his still bruised belly - James wipes his brow, “Little bit.”  He sinks into the sofa next to me dropping his hand on my knee.  I smile softly at him.  Castor picks CGF up, sits and plops her into his lap.

“Was that better than skiing?” James smiles at his boy.

Castor laughs, “Not nearly as messy.”  CGF gives him a look.  “Wet snowsuit, wet socks, snow covered boots …”

“Usually left in the middle of the hallway.  Skis dropped in the driveway” James smiles at his kids.

“Hey!  Those weren’t my skis!” Castor says pointing at Marcella, who smacks her brother’s leg.

“I never left my boots in the hallway” Cali says.

“No, you’d leave yours in the garage and then complain that they were frozen the next day” James points out with a grin.

Nodding, “Ok yeah, I did that all the time” she confesses with a grin.  Then she looks at her belly.  Total fear written on her face.  “Dad?”  She looks again, “It feels weird.”  CBF is ready to jump up and dial 911.

James is instantly sitting on the table in front of her.  “Show me.”  She puts his big hand on her bump.  James feels around a minute, then grins and kisses her forehead.  “That’s your baby moving.”

She works her fingers under his big hand, “Really?”

“Yup.  Right there.”  James smiles, “That’s probably a foot.  Too early to tell for certain.”

Cali’s eyes tear up, “That’s our baby” she leans into CBF’s shoulder.  His hand joins Cali’s, wonder etched on his face.

James returns to my side, draping his arm around my shoulders.  “You used to kick your Mom really hard” James tells Cali.  “Especially late at night.”  Looking to Marcella, “You had your butt out almost the whole time.”  He smiles at me, pulling me closer to him.  “I should have known that you’d be the drummer” he looks at his son.

“Why?” CGF asks.

“His hands were constantly playing a rhythm!”  Smiling at Cali, “Your child will only get more active as time goes on.  Sleep while you can.”

CBF, with his hand still on her belly, “I’ll see that she does.”

Pointing to the young man, “Good answer.”

“I remember the first time you took us skiing!” Marcella laughs.  “I think I spent more time sitting in the snow than standing on my skis!”

Cali points to her dad, “I remember the trip to Hawaii where you ended up carrying me because I lost a water shoe!”

James huffs a laugh “My favorite memory is the look on your faces when that elephant charged the jeep!”

They spend time dredging up memories of family trips, holidays, tours and school events.  I feel James flinch slightly at some of the school things the kids talked about.  Evidently he’d missed a few.

Castor looks at CBF, “When’s dinner?”

“About 40 minutes from now.”

Castor just looks at everyone with his own goofy grin smeared on his face.

“Hang on Castor.  I want Kira to see the Torchlight Parade and Fireworks” James says.  I look up at James.  “They ski down the main run with flares lit right after sunset” he looks at the clock on the shelf “in about 20 minutes.  Then there are fireworks lit.  Not as big a show as the Fourth, but still decent.”

I smile, “I like fireworks.”

MBF leans forward on his knees, “You should the ones in Vancouver BC.  It’s three nights.”

“Isn’t there a huge competition for fireworks?” CBF looks to MBF.

MBF thinks a second, “I think that’s the one in Finland.  There are a couple of others in the states, but not as big as Finland.”

Nodding, “We’ll have to see about getting to one of those” James hugs my shoulders.

“Can we see the skiers from the house?” I look up at James. 

“Yes.  But the best place is outside on the patio.  Which means, we’ll need coats and boots.”  He stands up and pulls me to my feet.  “I want to change shirts.  This one is a little damp” as he pulls it off. 

I toss him a look as he knows I love to see his body undressed.  Even bruised.

Everyone is searching for a coat and boots when Marcella yells from the living room, “There’s the warning shot!”  A small firework booms.

Wearing my big coat, I’m tugging on my mukluks when James comes up behind me bumping his hips into mine.  Putting a hand on the wall to keep from being knocked into it, I look over my shoulder at him.  He’s giving me a wicked grin.  Standing up, I turn to him caressing his face with both hands, “Later” I purr at him.

“It’s starting!” MBF calls.

James gets his boots on and follows me to the patio.  It’s quite the sight of all the skiers, each holding a flare, coming down the hill making a zig-zag pattern down the main run.  James wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.  I reach back and grab his pants and pull his hips closer to me.  He growls gently into my ear. 

The fireworks start almost as soon as the last skier gets to the bottom of the run.  James was correct that it was a relatively short show but still pretty.  I sigh as it ends.

“Dinner’s probably done” CBF says.  “Who’s hungry?” he grins.  CBF leads the way into the kitchen with coats and boots left by the patio door.

“I think I forgot something, but it turned out ok” he grins as he dishes out dinner. 

Taking my bowl, I sit with the others at the kitchen table.  I take a couple of bites.  “It’s delicious.”  Looking at Cali, she has a bowl of rice with a little of the Jambalaya in a separate bowl.  “Tum?”

“Don’t know yet.  I’m going to take it easy.”

“Good thinking” James smiles at her.

Marcella makes CBF sit as she, Castor and CGF clean up – which doesn’t take long.

“Ok.  There’s about six hours to midnight.  Six more episodes?” again Castor with the goofy grin.  For the win.  He almost skips leading the way into the media room. 

After four episodes, “I could use another bowl of Jambalaya” James declares.  He almost dumps me off the sofa as he stands up, barely catching me before I hit the floor, both of us laughing.  Even MBF reached out to help me.

As we walk to the kitchen, Castor drops an arm around my shoulders, “You might regret Dad having another bowl.”

CGF pat Castor’s stomach, “Yeah, you too.”

Nodding, “It might be a tie then” Castor grins.

Grabbing his hips from behind CGF chuckles, “You can’t talk!”

Pointing, “Dad is worse!”

Both his sisters shake their heads, “You can be worse!”

CBF dishes out bowls for those wanting more.  I, like Cali, go for just a bowl of rice.  Clean up was everyone putting their own dishes into the dishwasher.  CGF tosses in the pod and starts it.

“Hey, Kira.  Are there any more cookies left?” MBF asks.

As James pulls me down the hallway to the media room, “Check the pantry!” I laugh out.

Castor starts another episode after we’re all back in our places, some happily munching cookies.

Three more episodes under our belts, James stands up and stretches.  “Who wants pots and pans?”  He’s almost knocked over by his kids running to the kitchen.  James holds his hand out to me and hand in hand we follow the six kids.  They are all in the pantry pulling out the old pots and pans that I’d almost thrown out.  Donning coats and boots again, we pile out on to the patio.  James keeps an eye on the clock in the kitchen.  The kids are all bouncing around.  His velvet rumble starts the countdown, “Ten.  Nine.  Eight.  Seven. Six.  Five.”  He turns me to face him, “Four.  Three.  Two.  One.”  To the banging of pots and pans from more than just this patio and fireworks from the skir run, James leans in and kisses me.  I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer.  His hand cups the back of my head keeping me in our kiss.  He slowly lets me go, his blue eyes flaring with passion, happiness, a flash of darkness, then something deeper.  He gives me a quick follow up kiss.

“I’m freezing” Marcella says as she goes back inside.

“Me too” as CGF follows.

I caress James’ head to his neck, “I’m pretty warm.”  His smile goes a little wicked.  I wiggle out of his arms, take his hand and lead him inside.

Castor is coming back up the hallway from the media room, “I’m thinking we’re done in there tonight.”

“Morning, you dork” Marcella playfully shoves her brother.

As James gently pulls me upstairs, “Happy New Years, kids.”

A chorus of “Happy New Years” follows us the stairs.

“Hey Castor!”

“What Cali?”

“Close your bedroom door tonight.  We don’t want to hear you two again.”

James hangs his head, “I didn’t need to know that” he whines softly as I close the door on our bedroom.

I start the home device playing classical music.  Going to James, I slowly start undressing him.  His hands softly cover mine.  I run my hands over his body.  He’s still got some bad bruising.  Some are still a little tender.  Standnig behind him, I gently run my hands down his back and over his hips.  His hands grab my wrists and tug them to his belly pressing my face against his back, “Not sure I am ready yet.”

Kissing his back, I flatten my hands against his stomach and chest.  “I just want to touch you.”

Holding my left wrist, he pulls my hand to his mouth kissing my ring and finger.  Then he rotates in my arms.  He kisses my ring and finger again as a tear leaves a trail down his cheek. 

Using my thumb, I wipe it away.  I pull his head to me, kissing his lips tenderly, “You’re here.”  Another kiss.  “You’re alive.”  Another kiss.  “You’re whole.”

He kisses me deeply.  I can feel another tear fall.  Looking at me, “I will be.”  He kisses my hairline.  “If you’ll help me.”

I know what it took for him to say those four words.  “I’m in this for the long haul, James Alan Hetfield.”  I kiss him softly.  “I love you with every fiber of my being.”

He kisses me.  “Kira Elizabeth Mooreland, I love you with … every cell in my body.”  He grins at me before kissing me again. 

“You can say fiber.  I don’t mind” I smile at him. 

Another kiss.  His hands run up my back pulling my clothes from the waist up off me.  His hands softly run down my arms still over my head.  I just watch him.  His eyes slowly wander over my body as though he’s memorizing every pore of me.  My fingers gently run over his face, neck, shoulders.  His lips find my neck.  They find that one spot.  My knees buckle as he kisses, sucks, and nibbles on that one magic spot.  His arms lock around me, keeping me from falling to the floor. 

I don’t realize that he’s backing us to the bed until my bare back is laying on the cool sheet.  He’s pulled the duvet to the floor.  I arch up some into his chest.  He runs his hands down my back warming it as his lips work their way over my collar bone, across my chest, to the other side of my neck, finding that magic spots’ twin.  I whimper into his shoulder.  He rolls off the bed, moves to the end and slowly pulls off my pants, grinning wickedly at me once I am totally naked.  I slowly writhe under his gaze, my hands roaming my own stomach and breasts. 

James moves to the side of the bed and lays down on my right side, making sure to trap my right arm under him, his left arm snakes under my neck.  I slowly make lazy patterns on his back with my right hand.  His right-hand cups my chin tilting my head up and kissing me.  He tenderly encircles my left wrist and slowly pulls it to my left shoulder where his left hand securely holds it.  He looks at me.  I suck in a shuddering breath.  His right fingers slowly drag across my arm, my shoulders, caress my neck, palm my breasts – giving each a tender squeeze.  His eyes still drinking my naked form in.  Then his fingers trace tender patterns down my stomach.  They slow as they reach my pubic bone where they stop.  His eyes slowly make their way back to my face.  I’m panting slightly.  I know that I’m soaking wet.  His eyes lock on mine, he places his right palm on my abdomen just above my pubic bone, his fingertips right at the crest of my folds.  I suck in a sharp breath.  His right leg wraps around my right leg pulling it between his, trapping it between his thighs, then his right toes press against my left knee keeping me from closing my legs.  I know that I’m now totally trapped by his body and completely at his mercy.  I take several stuttering breaths.  He kisses me tenderly.  Then his right hand slowly starts exploring my folds.  I arch up slightly.  “I haven’t even started and you’re soaking wet” he grins at me.  I can only pant and smile at him.  “Already beyond words?” he purrs at me.  Again, I can only nod.  He kisses me as his fingers tease my clit making me shudder.  “Good!”  His eyes never leave mine.  His fingers are torturously slowly working my cunt.  Rubbing, then spreading my vulva, then fingertips making lazy patterns around me.  He lays his whole hand over my core, his fingertips wiggling softly.  He kisses me.  Smiling like a cheshire cat, “Ready?” as he slowly presses one digit into me.  I groan loudly just before his mouth covers mine, the fingers on my right hand digging into his back.  He’s snickering into the kiss.  Then his lips are right beside my ear as he slowly adds a digit inside me, “I love to watch you” as those digits reach deep inside me.  I arch up into his hold clawing at his back.  “So wet” he purrs at me as his hand slowly starts to fuck me.  Each thrust a little deeper.  Each deep thrust includes a wiggle from his fingers.  Each thrust making me a mewling mess.  He slows his actions watching me writhe, then adds another digit.  My hips rise on their own accord.  He grins at me as he starts thrusting his hand into me.  I’m panting, clawing at his back, my breaths coming in shorter gasps.  He kisses the end of my nose, “Should I be mean?”  I’m trying to buck my hips so his fingers go deeper into me.  “Should I make you beg?” his grin so lovingly wicked.  I whine, my right hand smacking the bed.  “Not tonight” he grins as his thumb finds my clit.  His mouth covers mine as I cum all over his fingers, my hips bucking hard against his hand.  He slows the actions with his right hand as he releases the hold on my left wrist.  I am incapable of moving, my left arm flopping to the bed.  My hips give one last lift as he tenderly withdraws his fingers.  I watch panting as he slowly sucks my wet mess from his fingers grinning at me, “Better than Jambalaya.”  I laugh softly panting still.  He withdraws his arm from under me.  He slips off the bed to recover the duvet which he flips up over my still slightly quivering body.  Dropping his pants, he slides into bed, spooning me into his body.  I curl up around his arm.  His nose buries into my hair at the back of my neck.  “Happy New Year Kira” he breathes softly.

As my eyes close, “Happy New Year James.”

[alex-fictus]

Not a suggestion, more a question - how do you make your stickers? Your art inspired me to make stickers but I don’t know where to start!!

Ooh Tutorial Time! I have a small rundown of my process here. (I’ve got a video here, but I’ve had an update in my materials. Also this got a little away from me, I hope this helps and lemme know if there’s anything I need to elaborate on!)

---  Materials:  Printer - Epson Ecotank 8500 Cutters - Silhouette Cameo 4s (I’ve got 2 at the moment) Paper - Zicoto Glossy Vinyl Laminates - Glossy and Holo Star Laminate (Both Self Adhesive) Misc    Off Brand Sticker Cutter mats     Ruler Squeegee with extra microfiber wrap    Sports glove tack spray or sewing basting spray

Printer - Aim for a photographic printer at the minimum. General print quality, color variety, and paper handling will make sure your prints are the highest possible quality. They’re a little more expensive, but my last printer lasted 4 years with frequent weekly printing. The ecotank is nice, it’s more visual that the ink is actually disappearing than the pre-filled cartridges lol.  Cutter - I’ve only used Silhouette, but I’ve heard to stay clear of Cricut due to general cut unreliability and lack of customer service assistance. I’ve also heard great things about the Siser Juliet cutter from mutuals. In order to use 2 machines at the same time, I had to purchase the Business license ( p sure it was a one time $50 purchase, but I can work twice as fast). If you want to cut by hand, check out what kind of ergonomic scissors you can find. Classic scissors over time can really screw up your hands, especially when you’re making fine cuts. 

Printing and Sizing - The Silhouette Studio resizes your stickers without many issues with quality changes. This does kinda depend on the base size of your files. I always make my stickers on a canvas 3000x2000 pixels and 300 dpi. I wouldn’t go any lower than 100 dpi for print, and no larger than 500 dpi, but you can always test this out.

Paper - I enjoy the luster of the paper I linked above, there’s almost a pearlescent quality to it. If you’d like a different quality, I recommend still sticking with glossy vinyl for your paper. Laminates on matte sticker paper have had a lot of trapped air underneath for me and it tended to be more likely to bleed in contact with water despite being laminated.

Laminate - If you’re just doing paper finish stickers, you can skip this step :)

Laminate them to make them more water and scratch resistant. The laminates I’ve listed are all self adhesive. There are also heat adhesive laminates, which require a heat laminator. I haven’t experimented much with heated laminates. Mine are best rated for hand wash, though they can go through the dishwasher a few times.  When laminating your sticker sheet, be sure to not cover your registration marks. When your cutter tries to read over them and the surface is really reflective, it can cause the machine to read improperly (and it’s worse with the holographics lol). Either precut your laminates like I do in the video I linked above, or you can use matte tape over your laminate to dull the sheen. If you accidentally cover your registration marks, the matte tape is a lifesaver.  Self laminating takes some muscle memory to not get bubbles trapped under the laminate, but a wide squeegee and firm pressure helps make sure you get as few bubbles as possible.  Mats - Your cutter will come with a few, but I find that my off-brand ones are just as good and less expensive. I prefer low-tack, but there comes a time when the tack is absolutely gone, and I have 10+ mats just sitting around. That’s where the Sports Glove spray or Sewing basting spray comes in! After washing them (soap and water, then dry for a few hours), I hit them with a few coats of spray. Right now I’m using Pow’r Tac Grip Spray. It’s just ok, but this leaves less residue on the back of my stickers than the Basting Spray I used to use. I retack every month or so, but that’s more bc I’d prefer the mats to be less sticky than risk ripping my backing sheets. 

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If there’s anything you’d still like to know, please let me know!! 

[hoatzinatlas]

"Hello there- I've been waiting for you..."

basics.

FACECLAIM VENGO GAO

CHARACTER NAME Ouxin "Atlas" Han

NICKNAME(S) Atlas, Oxy (don't call him this) , Atta Boy, Hoatzy (hes charmed by this one)

GENDER/PRONOUNS CIS MAN HE/HIM

SEXUALITY Bisexual

HEIGHT 6'3

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Very light freckles across his nose, scar on his left clavicle from the before. double jointed on his right hand, slightly pointed ears, eyes that look seeming attentive yet dazed,

APPEARS (THE AGE AT TIME OF DEATH) 45

BIRTHDAY 12/22/ 1965 (bad at math )

PLACE OF BIRTH jixi, Heilongjiang-Pokoravha Border,China

NATIONALITY Chinese (did apply for Macanes citizenship but didn't go through because COD)

FAMILY INFORMATION : Mother deceased status unknown, Unknown Father

CAUSE OF DEATH Getting shot by former boss in broad baylight

TRAITS [ minimum 3 POS, 3 NEG, feel free to include more! ] eloquent, generous, stoic, vindictive, hypocritical, cranky, snarky,esoteric

LIKES Parchment paper, the essence of biscotti, almonds, nicely spread bed sheets, class, the finer things in the after

DISLIKES chewing with mouth open, dishwasher lasgana, ignorance, scammers,

HOBBIES laminating papers, reading magazines, recouping art styles for his bardo, calligraphy, spending time with hatchlings and magpie

HABITS staring in the distance, twirling things in his hands, constantly adjusting his collar and gloves, constantly covering the freckles on his nose

optionals.

EXTRAS [ pinterest, playlists, etc. ] coming soon

CHARACTER TROPES Beware the Silly Ones, Blue-and-Orange Morality , Bunny-Ears Lawyer, Seen it All , Trickster Mentor

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Urahara Kisuke (Bleach), Mr Moseby (Suite Life of Zack and Cody), Eikichi Onizuka (Great Teacher Onizuka), R.J (Power Rangers Jungle Fury), Pegagus Yugioh

MEMES

MORAL ALIGNMENT : Choatic Good

ZODIAC/NATAL CHART :TBD

MBTI ENFP (Campaigner)

ENNEAGRAM TBD

[quasar-concept]

For Polyamorous Day of @thunder-pride I give you asexual, polyamorous John!!

Warnings: kissing, mentions of sex Content Tags: polyamorous triad, asexual John, pre-IR, OC characters, TAG-verse

Read on Ao3

It was well past midnight when John walked through the door of his apartment. A long day of coding complex rocketry systems for Brains had left him drained, and the stress of the day crunched his shoulders tight. As he slipped off his shoes, he stifled a yawn and walked into the lounge room. All of the lights were off, save a sliver of warmth from the bathroom.

The coffee table had papers scattered around it, half-translated pages and pages scrawled with red pen edits. John tiptoed into the kitchen to leave his coffee cup on the sink. John’s heart clenched. He’d shared this apartment with Alé and Rin for three years. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to leave for a tiny island in the Pacific. 

He sighed. Someone had gone and stuck a piece of paper on the fridge with a tacky NASA magnet, the note adorned with scribbled hearts letting John know there was food saved in the fridge for him if he wanted it. John smiled. He appreciated the effort, but the exhaustion tingling all over his body left no room for food.

John yawned. He chucked his satchel bag on the lounge, and groaned quietly when it pulled the draped weighted blanket down with it. He stared for a moment before deciding he was too tired to care, and threw his coat on top of the pile, too. 

The soft sound of feet on the floor caught John’s attention. Alé yawned in the halfway opening, rubbing their eyes. Their curly hair was tousled with sleep, a sloppy smile on their face as they walked towards John.

John frowned. “Sorry, Alé, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Alé slipped their hand into his. “Nah, John. Just glad you're home” 

The tension in John’s shoulders loosened. He wrapped his free arm around Alé’s waist, and pulled them into a hug. “Missed you,” John said and kissed Alé’s cheek. 

“Missed you, too darling,” They said, and nestled into John’s chest. Their black shirt hung loose around their shoulders, well below their waist. It was hard to tell in the dark of the lounge room, but John was fairly sure the shirt used to belong to him. 

Alé pulled back. “Didn’t see you this morning.”

“You were both still sleeping.”

“You could’ve woke us up, y'know. We wouldn't have minded.”

“Mm. Well, you deserved to sleep.”

“You're sweet.” Alé kissed John’s forehead. “You do, too.” 

John hummed. He cushioned his head on top of Alé’s bleach-blond hair, sleep pulling John closer and lulling him with the gentle sound of the dishwasher churning away.

“Time for bed, John?”

“Yeah,” he said, but didn’t move.

Alé managed to gently extract themself from John’s grip, and kissed his jaw. “Wonder if Rin woke up.” They tugged him down the hallway. 

“Probably not,” John said. “You know it takes a lot to wake her up.”

“Well, she’ll want to say goodnight to you, so we can wake her up,” they chuckled.

Alé tugged John into the dark room, where the large queen bed was tucked beneath the window. Rin and Alé’s clothes were strewn on the floor, and the lingering smell of sex clung to the small room’s edges. John had no interest in it himself, but he had no issues with Rin and Alé having sex whilst he wasn’t around. 

Whatever self-consciousness he used to hold about his asexuality had been alleviated early on in their relationship. John hadn’t wanted his partners to feel like he was stopping them from having fun, and Rin and Alé had assured him that their sex lives were not more important to them than he was.

Besides, Rin and Alé got cuddly after sex and John was perfectly happy to do that for as long as they wanted. Rin would drape herself over their laps, where Alé was tucked into John’s side. Warm and soft and good.

“Rin,” Alé sing-songed, and shook her shoulder. “John’s home.”

She groaned, and wriggled further under the sheets.

“Rin, say goodnight.” 

She mumbled something unintelligible, and John laughed at her muffled response.

“Don’t worry Rin, I love you anyways.”

“Good,” she said, and rolled over to face them with an exaggerated pout. She held out a tattooed arm, pout melting off her face. “Welcome home, sweetheart,” she said. “Let’s go to sleep.”

John folded into her arms. “Yeah.”

Alé gently slapped John’s shoulder. “Change clothes, you grub.”

John groaned. He agreed, of course, that he should change out of his trousers that had started to chafe, but he really didn’t want to get up now that he’d lay down. 

The soft clatter of the cupboard door closing told John that Alé had grabbed him a shirt for him. “Thanks, Alé.”

“Of course, darling. Throw this on, and you can go right to sleep, hey?”

John made a noise of agreement, and shucked his clothes before tugging on the soft shirt, and flopping back down next to Rin.

“Bad day?” She asked.

“Just hard,” John said, as Alé tucked their chin over his shoulder, and put their arm over his side. 

“Yeah?” said Alé.

“Yeah.”

“What was hard about it?” Rin tucked her hand under her head.

“Dad’s plans are amazing,” John said. “There’s just a lot to do, and none of it is exactly easy.”

Rin hummed. “You said Dr. Hackenbacker was helping out, right?”

“Yeah. He’s done all the engineering for the ships,” John said. “Honestly, his work is amazing. It’s brilliant, the way he’s designed it to integrate so easily with the kind of code I’m writing for them.” He sighed. “There’s so much to do. 

“You’re gonna help a lot of people, sweetheart,” Rin said.

“Yeah,” Alé agreed.

Silence swept over the room, and Rin cuddled up to John and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You do look a little dead though, J. You should go to sleep.”

“We should all go to sleep,” Alé said, pointedly, glaring at her from over John’s shoulder.

Rin stuck out her tongue.

John laughed softly. “You’re right.” He tucked his arm around Rin and held her against his chest. Alé moved to rest their forehead against John’s shoulder blade, and ran their fingers in small circles against John’s elbow.

Mind thick with sleep, he didn’t really need the help, but Alé’s fingers were soft, and drove away the lingering stress of the day.

“Love you Rin,” John said, kissing her shoulder. “Love you Alé.”

Alé kissed the side of his shoulder. “Love you, too.”

Rin hummed happily, and snuggled closer. “‘Night.”

“Sleep well.”

“You too, John.”

The silence of the late night draped itself over the three of them, where they were linked together, warmth cocooning them. Their breathing eventually evened out, marking the proper end of the day, and they wouldn’t wake up until well into the following day, still tucked against each other, with soft smiles on their faces.

[tl-os]

I was in the living room reading “Bellefleur” (again), and when I looked up the light had changed. The room was now dark and spot-lit in curious places where lamps had never stood.

Something, someone, somewhere. Was it me?

I got up and walked into the hallway, and instead of my bedroom, I entered the large office where the landlord (he measured everything) kept all of his paperwork strewn around the room in messy piles. And then I walked into the hallway that communicates with the apartment next door. (I like them well enough, but living without a locked door—or any door at all— between us is unnerving. So far, there has never been an issue. Nobody has wandered into our apartment. I would never dare intrude on their privacy.) Any other night I might wind up in what I like to call The Yard Sale Room - full of tables displaying costume jewelry, trinkets, textiles, china and flatware, long rambling letters full of apologies for heinous acts committed lifetimes ago, funereal urns, musical instruments long silent, coffee cans full of buttons, two verdigris deer, champagne flutes, three perfect gold spheres, empty journals, tarnished swords, One Enamel Eye, tin ice cube trays, heaps of dried flowers, lots of small jars filled with a viscous dark liquid, a collection of ceramic redwoods and sycamores, wooden spoons, a diploma, empty decorative boxes, one large stone horse, a disintegrating shopping bag full of sponges, dishwashing liquid, a can of powder cleanser, laundry detergent, fabric softener, dryer sheets, window cleaner, steel wool pads, and scrub brushes (c. 1978?), two pallets of 5 & ½ inch white candles, an entire collection of hagiographies in fine-tooled leather binding, magnifying glasses and mirrors (all broken), one pair child’s (size 3) ballet shoes, never worn, four distinctly different samovars, a pair of arms, envelopes full of receipts, hotel keys, lazy susans holding little jars of bleached herbs and spices long inert, brown paper grocery bags overflowing with prescription pill bottles (not empty), maps, a tiny little spinning wheel constructed from unpainted wood, and shards of glass crusted with some dark, rusty substance.

But no clocks. Not a single clock to tick. Just silence. Alone in the room with the weight of it all.

[crybabytoy59]

Holiday season break…

Drear John think you need a break….

It was a wonderful summers day that morning, birds chirping on the apple tree, flying back and forth swinging from the bird feeder, the wee red nuts turning white with each peck…

John loved to watch nature the outdoors always held a strange lure to him something peaceful about it made him calm…

Just as he looked out the window Aunt Dee walked into the kitchen, looking over to John she spoke to him..

“Morning You… sleep well ?”…

As she glided past him he marvelled at her beauty….

His Aunt was only ten years his senior in her late 40’s but she had the figure of a woman much younger due to her keep fit routine…

Her stunning long black hair flowed over her shoulders down her back to almost her lower back, framed by very straight powerful shoulders, she had beautiful blue eyes with high cheekbones and the widest smile !

Again she spoke breaking John from his stare !

“Did you sleep well ?” She gave a small chuckle as he stuttered a yes thank you Aunt Dee …

John had stuttered not over her beautiful presence, rather what she was dressed in !

Or the lack of it !!!

She had o a grey straight dress that had no arms like an official would ware ..But this was Very short only coming to the top of her thighs ! Around her waist was a black leather belt around 4” wide with a huge buckle….she had on a white shirt under the dress that only had lacy sleeves that clung to her upper biceps… her black hair was in a high ponytail tied with a black lace that had been woven from her crown 6” down to her neckline…. She was stunning !!!!…

But for John this was such a treat as secretly John had a huge crush on his Aunt…

For years he had made every attempt to go to her for regular holidays…

Just to simply be in her presence, his infatuation had gotten worse after he visited in his early 20’s for a long weekend.

He had gone to the toilet one day when Aunt Dee was out shopping, sitting on the toilet he looked at the laundry basket…No he couldn’t …

On flushing he walked past the basket, But stopped at the door !

It would do no harm just to look ?

Lifting the top there was among the laundry her silk frilly lace pants !

OMG he wanted to put the top back and run downstairs…

But he lifted a pair looking at them ! Then it happened he put them to his nose !!!

His Aunt’s smell was so very sweet..But worse was to come he was so excited John took out his swollen member grabbing at the toilet paper he started to masterbate hard ! in seconds he shot hot sperm into the awaiting paper !!

Truly embarrassed by his actions he put the pants back flushed the toilet and vowed Never to do such a thing again…

It didn’t last long each holiday he would wait till Aunt Dee was out then take pants…

This got worse as he started putting them on ! Followed by her bra ..

That was how it started him dressing in her underwear feeling like a naughty little girl !

A sissy girlie !!

Years had passed as he grew older the stay’s became less frequent..

John did keep in touch with his Aunt regularly so was not surprised on her invitation to stay with her after a messy break up…

But on the second day he couldn’t help him self he went to the laundry basket !!!

Stealing a pair he would sleep with them on then simply put them back in the early morning…

This he had done with a huge smug smile to himself she would know nothing of his dirty nights play in them…..

Eating bran flakes from the bowl he casually looked over at his Aunt’s current attire…

“Do you like it John ? (A nod came) I have some business to take care of today so hence my dress code…. Now finish your cereal…. Then you can help me with something”..

John put his bowl into the dishwasher and followed his Aunt up stairs to the attic conversation she strode up the stairs in front of him he was in heaven watching her cute bubble butt bounce before him !

She went into his room ? ….

Stood at the bed with her arms now folded !

John what is this ! …

She pulled the bed sheet down to reveal her silk panties !!!

How ? How could she have known what pair he took !!!!

John went bright Red !!

Aunty Dee I don’t know how they got there ?!

2.

This was indeed a half truth as he had put them back ?

Aunt Dee looked him right in the eyes !

“I hate lies ! Admit it you stole my panties and have been putting them on !”

No ...N’No Aunt Dee I wouldn’t do that ….

She barked at him again !

“Yes you did madam ! Infact I think you get off on women’s knickers don’t you !”

No Aunty please !!

“I will fucking please you madam you’re a knicker stealing Sissy !!!”

Aunty Dee held up her Mobile !!!

There in colour was him in bed with her panties on sleeping !!!!….

The shame burst through as he went Deeper red welling up !

“Get over my knee Madam ! “

She sat on the bed…

Wwwhhat Aunty Dee ?

“Eh Now sissy !!”

She took his arm pulling him off balance, then over her knee !

A spanking with his arm up his back followed !!!

“You little shit !! You have been wanking in them haven’t you ! “

Thwack !

No Aunt Dee !

“You little liar! You’re a nasty sissy pantie stealing bitch !!!”

Ppplease Auntie nooo !

“Then admit it You stole Auntie Dee’s frilly knickers didn’t You !”

Suddenly over whelmed with a deep sense of submissive feelings from the spanking, it all came flowing out as John confessed to everything ..

His pant stealing his dirty habits and more ..

But worse he blurted out his Deeply held love for his Aunt !,,,,,

She barked at him to get up and bend over the end of the bed frame !

This he’s scurried to do for his aunt as she left to get some items from a cupboard ..

On her return she spanked his red rear hard !

Thwack !

“Spread your legs wide you little sissy ! Am going to show you what happens to pantie thefts in this house !” His Auntie then tied his ankles to the bed legs wide apart ! Followed by his arms tied behind his back...

OMG Auntie Dee had a wooden hair brush !

Thwack !

“Dirty sissy pant stealing wee bitch ..Thwack !

Jerking off in my panties are you !”

Thwack... Thwack !...

Am so sorry Auntie Please stop ! It sore !

“Yes it’s sore sissy it a Punishment ! ..Now say it your a sissy pantie stealing wee bitch ! What are You?”

Am a pantie stealing wee. Sissy bitch Auntie Dee !...

“Now Am going to give You 12 Full force spankings and You sissy will stay silent for Your Auntie !

or she will simply start over until you are silent !”

To her utter amazement her sissy nephew stayed silent for All twelve !

But burst out crying hysterically at the end !

She almost felt sorry for him for a split second ...

She untied him then spoke..

“Pull your pants up sissy and come over here !”

As John turned Auntie was sitting in the small padded chair in the corner his rear on fire hurt as he walked to his beautiful Auntie...

“Kneel down here hands behind your head ! ..now tell Auntie Dee why you stole my panties dirty ones at that !”

What happened next really stunned her to the core !!!

Am a submissive Auntie Dee and I love frilly things.

But for years I have Loved You Auntie Dee... with all my heart I just want to be your subissive sissy ...

Stunned by this new revelation she put her hand under his chin lifting it so gently ..

“If you love me why are you looking at the floor sissy John ?”

Sorry Auntie Dee am embarrassed to look at you knowing you know my secret now..

She was suddenly aware of a tingling Deep within she had not felt in years a building throb ! Fuck she wanted to slap his face tell him to get out !

But the throbbing simply took over...

“So you love frilly things do you ? Right sissy close your eyes and don’t Fucking move an inch or it’s the hair brush got That !”

Yes Auntie Dee !

She got up leaving to her room entering the walk-in dressing room in her bedroom she opened a drawer lifting out a silk yellow teddy nightie and matching frilly bloomers !...

Smiling to herself she walked back to the spare room but stopped to fetch another pair of used panties and tights from the dirty washing basket !

He was still kneeling in the same position as she came up behind him...

“Keep your eyes closed and open your mouth ! No sissy Wide !”

Fuck he did as told so fast she wanted to burst out laughing ....

Putting the new dirty pants over his nose (Auntie Dee had to dig around to find this pair as she had an accident in the When first on her periods !).

“So this is the smell you love is it Sissy pantie boy !”

Utterly ashamed he blurted out a Yes Auntie !

But his words trailed off as she again barked ..

“Open Wide no talking ...You nod or shake your head Sissy !”

She stuffed the soiled pants into his right cheek firmly then lifted the pair he had in bed still wet with his come ! These were pushed into the left cheek hard then she pulled the used tights over his face pulling the legs out taught she fed them around his head wedging his mouth tightly !

This brought cute wee moans from John ....

The throbbing was building even more now as she worked on him ...

Fuck this was so powerful ! She felt in such control it was fantastic. !!!

“Stand up and strip for Auntie Dee ! Do it very slowly John or I will punish you again is that understood ?”

He nodded rapidly as he started removing All his clothing !

Fuck he was rock hard ! Dirty little shit !...

“Hold Aunties shoulders !”

John felt for her shoulders ..holding them felt Devine, he was in Sub heaven ...

“Lift your right leg sissy ! ...now the left !”

John shuddered as he felt the cool silk being fed up his slender legs then snapped around his waist !

“Ok hands off my shoulders and kneel ! (He did as told) Now hands up !”

Pulling the teddy nightie over his young body brought a smile to her face..

Here he was dressed in her silks, his face wrapped in a tights hood with bulging pantie stuffed cheeks.....Time for some fun !

“Hands behind your head sissy ! Now feel what Auntie Dee has dressed you up in sissy boy !”

She watched as he not only felt every where but was moaning and panting through the gagging obviously getting off on it !

Suddenly a vision passed through her mind ..What if ? Yes what if ?

“John are you a Girl ?”

He froze on the spot !! No that was too much he couldn’t tell his Auntie he Always wanted to be a Girl !

“I asked you a Question John are you a Girl inside ! Tell Auntie Dee don’t dare hide !”

John took a huge breath and nodded tears falling from him as wet patches now appeared on the tights hood !

“A sissy girl well we’ll we will have to find you a new name then sissy !”

Auntie Dee had lifted the yellow teddy nightie and was running her foot over his bulge !

No sooner had she started this than wetness spread, he was oozing pre-come !

OMG she thought as she got up to fetch a hand towel from the on suite ..

“What a dirty sissy girl you are missy !”

Auntie Dee opened the bloomers looking at his straining member it was covered glistening in the bedroom lights !

She folded the towel along its length to form a pad putting it under him up his rear, but too her surprise he spread his legs Wide panting loudly ?

As she pulled the bloomers back up she spoke to him...

“There that will catch your mess missy ! So to a name for my new girl...”

John had not even heard his auntie as he was caught by the soft towel material he was slowly moving his hips as he arched backwards an unstoppable force set in motion he screamed into the dirty panties !

“Sissy don’t you dare ! Don’t you mess my nice towel with your fucking filth !”

Auntie Dee kicked between his legs !

She watched as sissy arched backwards climaxing hard screaming into the gagging !

Auntie Dee was lost in lust herself now, her fingers drenched in her wet pussy ripping out a climax of her own she suddenly wanted with all her heart to hurt him...Hurt him Bad !!!

Lifting the hair brush she threw him on the floor sitting on his back she pulled the towel down spanking his rear wildly !

“Dirty girl ..How dare you do that in Aunties silk bloomers ! Dirty wee bitch ! Auntie is going to blister your naughty Ass !”

She spanked him wildly for around ten mins then realised he was actually crying and sobbing like a Baby !..

“Are you sorry sissy girl ?”

He was nodding wildly ..

“Well take a Deep breath and No sound for your Punishment 12 !

Show Auntie you Love her and take this silently Baby girlie LEMON !...Yes your acting like a baby so am going to treat you like a baby!”

He took a huge Deep Breath as the white hot pain rained down on him but Yes he stayed silent as he truly Loved his beautiful Auntie Dee....

“Clever baby lemon come over her and get a sissy baby cuddle sweetheart as Auntie Loves you too”

A plan had formed in her head as she spanked his rear staying silent for her in deep submission....

She at that moment knew two things she loved being Dominant and wanted to Humiliate him for her Pleasure..

Now knowing just the path too take to pull that Humiliation from him !

John sobbing lay his head on her lap..

He had waited so very long to hear her say those words he burst out crying sobbing his heart out as she pulled him in..

“Hush Hush now Baby Auntie will take good care of you now ....You will write a letter of resignation to give up your job.then we will sell everything you own, as you won’t be needing anything now that your coming to stay with Auntie as her Babyslave !”....

His Auntie now had a picture forming in her head she would Humiliate him beyond anything he could possibly dream of for Her Pleasure she had suspected him for so long but he wanted to be a Girl ! Well she would have him as that but as the two year olds she first knew when he was ever so cute !!!!!...

[gretagerwigsmuse]

They play games like Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who has to do which chores.

Actually, I must know, this is vital.

Tell me about the chore dynamics in that house! Who is doing what between Smart Aleck and Bradley? 🥰

oh god what a question. i feel like some things are one hates how the other does xyz chore so they do it themselves? we already know mr fussy does not like how she put the mail on the wrong table and she can’t stand the way he loads a dishwasher - because contrary to popular belief there is a wrong way to load a dishwasher. but like they’ve been together for a year at this point and do already do chores when they’re at the other’s house? bradley loses vacuuming in rock paper scissors but she brings her vacuum so he doesn’t mind as much. she typically changes the sheets but sometimes if she drags the saturday morning out 🙂‍↕️ they do it together. and she preps the lunches on sunday and he’ll get dinner started since he gets home earlier? but his favorite days are when she works from home since they can really start and cook all of dinner together 🤭

they also have a cleaning lady once a month to do the deep cleaning and eventually she comes once a week after they have gil but you didn’t hear that from me

moving in together otp prompts

[brehaaorgana]

The worst part about moving AND needing to replace a lot of things bc you no longer will have shared roommate items is like frantically mental list making about all the shit you probably need and trying to prioritize what is most immediate bc you can't buy it allll at once. Home good triage.

Also??? Wondering if you forgot something.

Chef's knife

Paring knife

Shower drain hair catcher

Wet/dry mop (like Swiffer wet jet or similar)

Shower curtain / liner

Shower curtain rings

Kitchen trashcan

Electric screwdriver/drill

Hammer

Cutting board

Paper towels

Dishwashing sponge

Stud finder

Sponges

Dishwashing soap

Plunger

Cholula

Basically all pantry staples

Ugggghhhh

Stuff I already have/had extras of, already bought Baruch hashem:

Coffee table

Dining room table and 2 chairs

Laundry detergent

Toilet brush

Cleaning spray

Cleaning wipes

Magic erasers

Measuring tape

All kinds of screws, wall anchors, hanging tools, etc

Dremel tool

Sanders

Cleaning and chemical grade gloves

More plates

Wok

2 frying pans

Glass containers for kitchen stuff

Trash bags

Toilet paper

First aid kit

Oscillating multi-tool

Assorted pots

Glass cleaner

Wood oil / soap

Hand soap

Toilet bowl cleaner

Pet stain cleaner

Handheld vaccuum

Iron

Towels (bathing / face)

Dishtowels

Probably more i just need to look again.

Tool box

colander

Jar opener thing

Dutch oven

Baking sheets

[ratthew-the-rat-man]

Young adult life advice

If you're going out into the world without a degree, or a degree that gave you zero opportunities, here's my advice to survive as an adult (in America).

You need friends. Make them at school, work, out and about in public, even online friends who live in the same country. If you want to move out of your parents house and can't afford a place on your own, you need friends to be your roommates. Note: it is a lot harder to be someone's friend when you're living with them. They way they clean, if at all, the way they cook, if at all, the way they keep their personal space, all come with nuances that you weren't prepared for. You need to be able to talk things out to make keeping the household comfortable for everyone.

Apartment hunting:

You should do a lot of research about what housing is available. If you don't have a car, you need to do your best to make sure that wherever you end up living and wherever you end up working are within reasonable walking distance. If you live in a place that gets snow, this is especially important. Townhouses are another option for renting. Some are the same price as a 2 bedroom apartment with more space, but they'll likely be more picky about who lives there, so keep your place clean, otherwise they won't renew your lease. Make a spreadsheet, with pencil and paper if you have to, to help with cost-benefit analysis, it's worth it.

Good jobs to learn life skills:

Food service. These have a very low bar to entry, unless it's high-end. McDonalds has surprisingly decent wages and benefits, at least where I live. You get an employee discount on the food, and usually a free meal once a day. They will train you for your position, and if you have a good manager, they will invest the time to make sure you know how to do a good job. A restaurant, buffet place, or fast food joint will teach you food handling and safety. The dishwasher position will teach you how to clean a lot of stuff. Like, not just plates and cutlery, but pots, pans, and other food prep equipment. There's also janitor and maintenance positions that are very valuable to learn from. If you're a proper cook at a proper restaurant, you can learn how to cook for yourself. Buying ingredients for meals instead of ready-made meals is much, much, cheaper.

Hotels. Housekeeping is a hard job, but the skills it teaches are worth it. Note: You WILL get fit from this job. You will also have an opportunity for free food if you show up early enough, but personally, hotel food isn't worth it, it's nasty, but that's up to you. Try to go for a hotel that does extended stays, with a fridge, kitchenette, dishwasher, microwave. You will learn how to clean EVERYTHING in your house, no matter how dirty it is. You'll learn to make a bed, properly disinfect a bathroom, use and care for vacuum (trust me, you'll need to learn how to fix your vacuum), and safely handling cleaning chemicals. That one looks good on a resume, too. If you go for the laundry position, you'll learn how to deal with every stain imaginable, more chemical handling, and how to fold stuff. All kinds of towels, fitted sheets, flat sheets, the works. Working at a hotel can also give you free access to a gym and/or pool if they have them. I recommend working at a hotel for 3-5 years to learn everything you can, even if you hop between them. Trust me, hotels are always hiring.

That's all I can think of for now, thanks for reading and good luck out there!

[eldritch-spouse]

*makes Breg sit down* ok listen, I love you, I love you so so much, but.... I was Originally sent to catch you for the facility.. but then I met you and started falling and I just cant hand you over! I'm sorry, I didnt want to scare you. You can be dangerous when scared and to be honest I was scared, scared that as soon as I came clean you would hate me. That you would do something worse than just kill me. I was scared youd leave me. *breaks down into sobbing*

[Hahahahah, you've met with a terrible fate.]

TW: Heavy angst.

Breg listens to you very calmly.

When you first sat him down at the table to discuss something serious, he had a number of things on his mind. Maybe you were going to mention you've been having too much sex, or perhaps he just didn't put the dishwasher in the proper settings again and ruined the cutlery. Or it could have been about him not wanting you to leave the house so often. He was a bit nervous, admittedly.

However, the more you began talking, the more you let slip, the more Breg shut down. Reality crashes upon the monster like a crushing weight, the breeder senses his heart and mind shatter together into a million shards that bleed to the kitchen floor. He feels like he's dying on the side of the road and you ran him over one last time, just to be sure. How dare you cry. How dare you look at him. How dare you speak. There's too much going through his head. Too many emotions bubbling with unparalleled intensity, too much fear and rage and hurt and confusion. It hurts it hurts it hurts so bad it hurts stop it it's enough- But he can't let himself feel that pain yet.

Now isn't the time.

Consumed by your own meltdown, you don't see the way he gulps and bares his teeth for a second. You don't see his hands fisting by his side. Breg takes a quiet, deep breath as he watches you cry. Memories of what the two of you have lived through together flash through his mind's eye while he struggles to remain composed and still his shaking.

" Hey... I- It's okay. " The breeder gets up, slowly approaching your sobbing form with a wobbly, sympathetic smile and outstretched arms. " Come here, angel. We'll be fine. " You look up at him through blurry red eyes.

" I promise. "

Relieved, smiling back, you toss yourself into his waiting arms, and Breg closes them, letting you spill crocodile tears onto his chest.

The breeder's hands rub cicles on your back sedatedly, edging upwards, one strokes your hair lovingly and the other combs over your upper back. You're mumbling something he doesn't care to hear. A long, comfortable pause unfolds.

Eventually, both pale extremities find your neck.

CRACK

Your windpipe shatters in his hands, it makes a disgusting but oddly satisfying crunch when the organic material dislocates and scrapes together. Breg doesn't take his tightened grip away until you've become entirely limp in his hold, sputtering out blood in gurgling wheezes. The pain paralyzes you, makes you pass out entirely. Breg isn't sure if that's enough, so he fists your hair and twists your head as far as he can, until several pops and cracks ring out.

The breeder holds you for a couple of silent, thoughtful moments, using the ticking of an old clock on the wall to ground himself.

Your corpse plummets to the floor when he turns, discarded like a mangled sheet of paper. Breg makes a move towards your phone, intending to find Fasma's contact in there, but thinks twice, leaving it as it is. Calmly, the monster grabs a towel, wets it, and uses the cloth to clean the blood off him.

Breg walks out the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He's not entirely sure where he's going anymore, but he keeps walking until his legs hurt, until he can feel his feet growing sore and weak.

The pain helps him keep his mind blank.

[the-fiction-witch]

Seventeen P1-4

Media The Maze Runner AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Seventeen Series

I heard my alarm blaring so I sighed and forced my body up out of my grey sheets onto the cold wooden floor, I rubbed my face a good few times trying to get my head on straight. I grabbed my phone from the side turning off my alarm. 

September 14th 6.02 

I pushed myself up taking my phone and the speaker hung on my wardrobe door with me as I headed out of my bedroom down the corridor and into the cold bathroom. I shut and locked the door setting my phone up to play my music and turning the shower on letting it warm up, I grabbed my toothbrush squirting the paste onto the bristles and starting to clean. I tried desperately to get my head on straight given it was still dark outside and I maybe for three hours of sleep,  brushing my teeth while the shower heated up. Once it was warm enough I finished with my toothbrush and stripped off jumping in the shower already hearing banging on the bathroom door I merely ignored her letting the heat of the water wash away my troubles turning up my speaker to drown her out as I scrubbed and rubbed suds across myself. Even if immediately I noticed the heat had made my dick perk up but I ignored it. 

"Uuuughhhhh! Newt!" She yelled but I just scrubbed away listening to my music "Newt! Get out!" She yelled banging on the door hard 

"Shut up" I sighed trying to enjoy my shower

"Mum! Newt's hogging the shower again!" 

"I've told you, kids, a hundred times you each get ten minutes, you think water grows on trees? I don't wanna have to get a timer in there but I'm thinking about it!" She yelled from downstairs in the kitchen

"I just got in here!" I argued

"Isaac, Don't argue with your mother, Finish your shower now and give it to your sister" My dad Yelled from their bedroom 

I sighed and finished up with my shower making sure to grab all the towels as I left, leaving none for her and making sure to leave the bathmat damp, I grabbed my stuff and headed out and as I opened the door she was waiting, tapping her foot. Wearing her pink and white stripped PJ's her hair in the weird plush roller things to keep her curls tight as she slept, and gold gel things on under her eyes and pink fluffy slippers,

Soyna Newton, My little sister likely the most annoying person I know, She used to just be the little glitter-dropping princess freak who got on my nerves now she had become a busybody flag girl with dreams of grandeur, Needless to say, we didn't much get along. 

She stuck her tongue out at me so I did it back, she then swore at me so as I headed down the corridor to my own room I put my middle finger up at her and she did it back, we kept one-upping each other so we know stood with me outside my bedroom and her in the bathroom violently but silently swearing at each other until our mum came up the stairs standing between us and gave us both a look so Sonya sheepishly went into the bathroom and I sheepishly went to my room. 

I got dry and dressed into my Converses, my brown cargo pants, my bright orange portal t-shirt and my white hoodie over the top, I shoved everything I needed for today off my desk and into my leather messenger bag and I headed downstairs hearing the shower still running. I arrived in the kitchen seeing orange juice and toast on the table for breakfast my dad sat with his paper and my mum was loading the dishwasher

"Sonya's still in the bathroom," I told her

"Don't be a tattletale Isaac" She laughs "Besides your sister takes longer in there since her bedroom mirror broke"

"So if I start curling my hair and doing makeup I can get an extra twenty minutes in the bathroom?" 

"Will you too ever stop arguing?" My dad laughs

"No" I answered grabbing some toast "Right on off to the bus, by mum, by dad" I smiled giving my mum a kiss and my dad a hug

"Have a good day Isaac" my mum laughs

"I wanna see that physics paper when you get home" my dad reminded me 

"I know," I told them before I headed out to the front stoop where I hid from the rain waiting for the bus, Soon enough Sonya joined me in her little pink dress. "You're gonna get dress-coded for that you know"

"Can for five minutes you just not open your mouth?" She says heading out from the stoop

"Where are you going?"

"Walking to Alexandra's"

"Why?"

"So the bus picks me up there"

"...why?"

"So people on our bus route don't know you're my brother," she says as she heads down the street towards Alexandra's house she lives only a few doors down,

"We have the same last name you can't hide our sibling relationship forever" I yelled to her, so I just put my headphones in and waited Soon enough the bus arrived so I climbed on and as usual sat in an empty seat listening to my music. 

We picked up Sonya and Alexandra they, of course, avoided me like they didn't know me and we headed to school picking up everyone on the way, before finally arriving at the school I waited to be the last off so I didn't have to fight the wave of people climbing off and heading inside the large brick building trying to just get on, I glanced around the corridors to these people I've known my whole life noticing just how fucked we all are and how far we had strayed from the sweet innocence of the playground. 

I reached my locker and dumped stuff inside gathering up what I would actually need for today or at least for this morning and leaving anything I didn't where I stood checking my schedule for the day grabbing the books and folders I would need for my first couple of classes, taking out my headphones and turning off my music as to not get caught using them. 

"Hey newt," Thomas smiled as he came to his own locker just beside my own, dressed for the day in his black Nike's a pair of dark grey pants, a light blue shirt with some logo on I didn't know and a denim jacket over it, his backpack over his shoulder 

Thomas Stephenson, moved to town over the summer and of course, was still branded as 'the new kid' We met up a few times over the summer and when I found out he was coming here for school I let him tag along with me till he got used to the place, you could say we had become friendly. He was a nice guy, on the debate team, in drama club working his way up the high school ranks. 

"Hey, Tommy,"

"So you have it?" He asks

"Have what?"

"The answers to the quiz in biology?"

"I might" I answered "You know I don't do drop off till two, second-floor haunted bathroom"

"Come on man I need the answers before then, I've got the class third period and I was up all night with Teresa so I didn't study"

"Well supply and demand"

He rolled his eyes and opened his denim jacket grabbing five bucks held up and sneakily offered it to me I checked over my shoulder and snatched it off him putting it in my pocket and grabbing him the answers from the folder in my locker which I handed over

"Thanks, newt,"

"Thank you" I smirked putting the cash in my pocket and shutting up my locker it was then I noticed him staring "What?" I asked turning around and I saw them.

The south side doors opened and in came, They all wore their uniform the little white platform sneakers, knee-high Light blue socks with a white stripe around the top, light blue pleated skirts most barely even reaching their thighs the insides of the pleats white, a small non-sleeve shirt in the same light blue with two white stripes making a point across their chest, and the school team logo. all of them have their bags and their hair in various styles mostly up in some form or another, They seemed to move as one in this slow-motion walk as if this corridor was New York Fashion Week. 

Of course, everyone got out of their way, like royals dividing sea of peasants with their meer presence

The cheer team, Lisa Danbury, Destiny Rochester, Beth Smith, Misty Hamlen, Lana Vine, Jodie Crusher, Alexandra Bolton, and Katie Peterson, not to be rude to them but they all kind of blended together mostly due to the fact the group was rarely seen separated leaving them to blend into this wave of blue, white and platinum blonde, of course, they all had personalities but the air of them merely being the cheer squad was pretty much all anyone really knew. 

With two exceptions, Namely 

At the top of the scale, is the queen bee, the all-mighty. Teresa Agnes. 

She stood at the front of her pack her sneakers on a higher platform than the other girls, her uniform the same but she had a leather jacket over her shoulders, black cat eye sunglasses blocking out her expression, her lips around the white and red straw that reached into the clear plastic cup of her slushie. She didn't even carry her own bag. Her jet black hair allowed to flow down against her skin with a blue hair hand to push it back. 

She was the Queen, the tip top of the social hierarchy, She said Jump you politely ask how high on your knees thanking all the gods she even spoke to you. She was the perfect picture when you imagine a cheerleader everything teen girls wanna be and everything teen boys want to get their hands on, Rumor spiralled around her but I doubt much of it was actually true. then again I had more insight than most. 

I didn't stand in awe like most just respectfully waiting as they passed us and I quickly turned to see her doing my best not to get caught, Yeah the other exception... 

Y/n y/l/n, One of the 'bottom of the pyramid' cheerleaders stronger and bigger than the rest and they are less popular but still a cheerleader and still higher than anyone else, sort of like being the lowest of the worker bees for the queen but you know still way higher then us maggots, she was everything I dreamt of and everything that drove me crazy, I'd sell my soul for her if the devil offered. 

She walked In her uniform her hair was in a long braid with a blue bow her books in hand following along with the group I sighed she looked so good, I'd give anything just to be able to hold her hand. 

"You are soo-"

"Don't say it" I snapped

"Talk to her"

"Are you crazy?"

"I mean... jury's out on that one" he laughs as we head to class

"Look Tommy, you're still new around here but I guess you understand hierarchy right? And the cheer team is at the top of the hierarchy. They all date the jocks, there all beautiful, and one of them will be prom queen. They're our pink ladies, our plastics, Our heathers. there untouchable"

"Interesting how Heathers are your ultimate in that line"

"Dead girl walking is a banger and I will not hear your dishonour, Tommy"

"Fine, but I've been here two months and I'm dating Teresa"

Yeah, that's my insight, how the fuck he did that I do not know!

"You got lucky, as the new kid you entered as a main character energy-neutral party and there could take any potential place in the chain. you are the sandy or the cady of this situation. I... I am treasurer of the chess club and head of the Scholastic Decathlon Team I am so low on this totem pole I may as well be in the dirt, I wouldn't even be a named character a backing extra if I'm lucky"

"You're never gonna get anywhere with a mindset like that, put some effort in kick yourself in the butt and rise"

"That's not possible"

"Sure it is, ...uhhhh Hu! Veronica Sawyer" he says as we sit in class

"Okay yes. But that involved a lot of betraying murder and madness." I explained "And my face is not already able to be split by a meat cleaver and have perfectly matching halves. and that's very important to be Veronica Sawyer" 

"I'll be honest I've used up all my knowledge, I'm assuming all of that was references?"

"You're in theatre club Tommy"

"Yeah, we've just been doing Le Mis songs since I got here"

"cheap bloody theatre club we've done Le mis four times. seriously go home and watch Heathers. It's great" I told him

"Will do, if you actually talk to y/n"

 "I wish there was some way I could talk to her,"

"Alright Class" Mr Janson headed in putting his stuff on the desk "Pop quiz!" 

I hung onto my bag trying to keep my excitement at bay as I headed through the school like a fish heading upstream I reached the class and sat myself down excitedly. Not for class of course not, for physiology? You must be kidding. No the only justification I even took this stupid class, She sauntered in as she strolled on air, in her little white platform plimsolls, her short socks one of which was slightly lower than the other, flesh tone tights maybe a tone or so richer than her skin under them, her cute little cheer skirt and top, her hair in the cute braid with the bow to match her uniform, she had three folders in her arms one blue, one red, and one pink. Her little blue messenger bag over her shoulder, a sweet blue eye shadow to match her uniform and a glossy cherry lip gloss over her sweet lips as she came through and sat right In Front of me setting her folders on the table and her bag on the floor, she leant over opening her bag unzipping it and grabbing her little fluffy pencil case with cat ears and a little face embroidered on it opening it up to get at all her matching brand pens and pencils 

I sat, utterly smitten the whole class. Just staring lovingly at the back of her head watching her every so often get items from her bag, Part of me couldn't help but look at the hem of her skirt as she sat one leg over the other, ummmm my little cheerleader what I wouldn't do for you, I couldn't help imagining my hands across that uniform, I couldn't help slightly leaning forward inhaling the sweetness, she smelt like cherries and ice cream. I almost shook my body so utterly enamoured with her even if I did do my best not to go too crazy given this morning I was kind a hair trigger and being this close didn't help, and I knew I only had a few more minutes of the class and she'd be gone again which would only leave me more disappointed. When I noticed something. On her bag, I suppose I never really looked at her bag? More focused on her, but I noticed in the small strap of her bag sat a clasp, of course, to attach it to the main body of the bag and she has attached a couple of key rings there, one a small fluffy ball that most girls had on their bags not sure why I'm sure it's something I don't understand, a keyring with the school logo on something I saw a lot of the cheer team and other jocks have on their bags, coats and locker keys as I assume the school just gives them out, and then one more keyring, once of those bits of acrylic with a some art inside and the picture was of a croquet mallet hu? Maybe she likes croquet? But then I noticed the mallet was blue with some blue flowers around it and a tattoo-style scroll reading 'colour me Stoked'

I almost had a heart attack!

She's not in drama club, or anything like that... 

Luckily the bell went and she headed off I gathered up my stuff still utterly shell shocked as I headed out emotionless until I reached the benches where Thomas sat waiting for me with a few others.

Alby Estine, Class president and USA in the model UN and as uptight and rule-abiding as one can imagine which didn't exactly make him popular, he and I were pretty good friends as I'd known him since kindergarten and I unfortunately was the UK in the model UN I didn't wanna be but he didn't really give me a choice. 

Alby sat in his button-down eating his sandwich and reading his Politics textbook. 

Zart Larkspur, garden club captain and the school stoner, I didn't smoke personally but we both worked at the Seven eleven after school so had formed a pretty good bond the kinda we've both dealt with bullshit kinda bond you form with co-workers in a less than minimum wage job.

Zart sat his head on the table wearing his usual green hoodie and jeans, beside Frypan

Siggmon Fredricks or Frypan as everyone I had ever known calls him, was best friends with Zart and kind of came as a package deal with him but he was a cool guy and an amazing cook he actually brought a suitcase to school but no books not one, he used it all for food and snacks he either bought or made himself running a tuck shop out of the case. 

He sat with a box of his homemade wings too busy enjoying them to really care what else was happening at the table. 

"You okay newt?" thomas asked 

"she- she uhhhhhhhh she's"

"What's up with him?" Fry asked

"she .... she uhhhhh"

"Did he get a flash under y/n's skirt and it broke his brain?" Zart chuckled moving enough to open one eye to see me 

"Sh- she's she's one of us"

"What?" thomas asked 

"She's one of us she's... a weirdo. she likes musicals, she's got a weird little fringe interest... I think I'm even more in love" I smiled laying my head on the table

"Uhhhh okay newt we'll just do stuff around you" fry smiled patting my head and putting one of his wings into my mouth