#e waste management near me

[0wasteservice]

Benefits of e waste management services

Introduction

Nowadays, a main topic of discussion has been the use of resources and the management of waste. Waste causes pollution on land and water and alternately has a greater impact on the climate of the world and global warming. There are different types of waste, such as biodegradable waste, agricultural waste, clinical waste, plastic, paper, aluminum, etc., that contribute to these problems and would therefore need to be reduced to ensure the health of the planet. One prominent type of waste in today's time is electronic waste. To deal with it, businesses and individuals should hire e waste management services.

Benefits of e-waste management services

●       It protects the environment - E-waste can be very harmful to the environment because of the toxic materials and substances that may be present within electronic appliances. If these products are thrown into the water or other resources, then they can pollute it and harm the environment as well as humans. Waste management allows these substances to be processed and managed properly so that only substances that are not very harmful to the environment or are biodegradable are released into natural resources like water bodies.

●       Preserves resources by recycling - Another major advantage of services like waste management company Gurgaon is that the disposed electronic appliances are sorted through according to the different parts and materials which can be used in the future. This makes humans less dependent on exploiting natural resources and they can rather recycle the ones already available to them. Recycled steel or metal also proves to be cheaper to producers or manufacturers, compared to traditional materials. The cost of manufacturing electronic appliances would reduce, thus reducing the overall price to consumers as well.

●       Reduces polluted air - E-waste is often disposed of by getting dumped into landfills. Incinerators are used to burn the waste, but the process ends up releasing a lot of toxic gasses and materials into the air. Not only does this make the air unsafe for breathing, but it also contributes to global warming which affects the environment and habitats of animals. In addition to this, the process of incineration also adds to the smoke and carbon released as a side effect, indirectly adding more pollution to the air.

●       Saves more space - Instead of dumping e waste into landfills that take up acres of land, by engaging e-waste management services, the same land can be used in a more productive manner. Electronic appliances tend to be very bulky products, so breaking them down into the essential components for recycling proves to be beneficial spatially as well as environmentally.

Conclusion

If a business or individual wants to be responsible towards the environment, then they can engage e waste management services. The services are responsible for sorting and recycling through electronic waste, using established channels to ensure that these elements are used in the right manner without causing much harm to the environment while at the same time being used in the most productive manner as components in future appliances.

[it-blogs-india]

Biomedical Waste Collection: Ensuring Safety and Sustainability

Biomedical waste collection is a critical aspect of waste management involving safe handling, segregation, transportation, and disposal of waste generated by healthcare facilities such as hospitals, clinics, laboratories, and pharmaceutical industries. Proper management of this waste is essential to safeguard public health, protect the environment, and comply with regulatory standards.

[mwrecycles]

In today's rapidly advancing scientific landscape, the proper disposal of lab equipment and medical machines has become a critical concern. In Singapore, the increasing volume of waste generated by laboratories necessitates a responsible approach to disposal. With regulations in place to protect the environment and public health, safe and eco-friendly disposal services have emerged as essential components of waste management.

[manishsharma7217]

Mumbai's Top E-Waste Recycling and Management Company

As of my last knowledge update in January 2022, I don't have specific information about the current top e-waste recycling and management company in Mumbai. However, I can provide you with some general guidance on how to find such information and the key players in the e-waste management sector.

Government Approved Companies: Ensure that the company you choose is authorized and approved by the relevant government authorities. In India, the Central Pollution Control Board (CPCB) is responsible for regulating and authorizing e-waste management companies.

Online Research: You can conduct online research to identify companies providing E-waste recycling services in Mumbai. Check their websites, client testimonials, and reviews to gauge their reputation and services.

Industry Associations: Explore industry associations such as the International Association of Electronics Recyclers (IAER) or the Electronic Waste Association of India (EWAI). They might provide a list of reputable e-waste management companies.

Local Recommendations: Seek recommendations from local businesses, government offices, or environmental organizations. They may be aware of the leading e-waste management companies in Mumbai.

Certifications: Look for companies that have certifications such as ISO 14001 (Environmental Management System) and e-Stewards certification. These certifications indicate a commitment to environmentally responsible practices.

Contacting Municipal Authorities: Reach out to municipal authorities in Mumbai to inquire about recommended e-waste recycling companies or any partnerships they may have.

Remember that the e-waste management landscape may change, and new companies may emerge. It's crucial to verify the current status and certifications of any company you consider for e-waste recycling in Mumbai.

[ewasterecyclersindia]

Responsible E-Waste Management by Recyclers India

Introduction

Electronic waste, or e-waste, is a growing concern in our digital age. With the rapid advancement of technology, our electronic devices have shorter lifespans, leading to a surge in discarded gadgets. This article explores the importance of responsible e-waste management and how E-Wast Recyclers India is leading the charge in electronic waste recycling.

Understanding E-Waste

Defining E-Waste

E-waste comprises discarded electronic devices such as smartphones, laptops, tablets, and televisions. These devices often contain hazardous materials like lead, mercury, and cadmium, making their disposal a critical environmental issue.

The Need for E-Waste Management

Environmental Impact

Improper disposal of e-waste can lead to severe environmental consequences. Toxic substances can leach into the soil and water, contaminating ecosystems and posing health risks to humans and wildlife.

Responsible E-Waste Management Practices

E-Waste Collection

Recyclers India facilitates e-waste collection, ensuring that old electronic devices don’t end up in landfills. Collection points are strategically located for easy access, allowing individuals and businesses to dispose of their e-waste responsibly.

E-Waste Recycling Process

Our state-of-the-art e-waste recycling plant employs advanced technology to process electronic waste safely. This process includes:

Sorting and Segregation: E-waste items are categorized for efficient recycling.

Data Destruction: Ensuring all data on devices is securely wiped to protect privacy.

Component Extraction: Valuable components like metals and plastics are extracted for recycling.

Safe Disposal: Any hazardous materials are disposed of safely, following strict environmental regulations.

Benefits of E-Waste Recycling

Environmental Conservation

E-waste recycling reduces the environmental impact of electronic waste. Valuable resources, such as rare metals and plastics, are recovered, reducing the need for mining and energy-intensive production processes.

Hazardous Material Management

Proper recycling ensures the safe disposal of hazardous materials found in electronic devices. This prevents these substances from entering the environment and harming ecosystems.

Energy Conservation

Recycling electronic devices consumes less energy than manufacturing new ones from raw materials. These energy savings contribute to reducing carbon emissions.

Job Creation

E-waste recycling plants, like Recyclers India, create employment opportunities in the recycling sector, supporting local communities.

Why Choose Recyclers India for E-Waste Management?

Expertise and Experience

With years of experience in the industry, Recyclers India is a trusted name in e-waste management. Our team comprises experts who understand the complexities of electronic waste recycling.

State-of-the-Art Technology

We invest in cutting-edge technology to ensure efficient and eco-friendly e-waste processing. Our recycling plant adheres to the highest industry standards.

Environmental Responsibility

At E-Waste Recyclers India, we are committed to minimizing the environmental impact of electronic waste. Our processes are designed to protect the planet and its inhabitants.

Conclusion

Responsible e-waste management is an ethical and environmental imperative. By choosing Recyclers India for your electronic waste recycling needs, you contribute to a sustainable future. Our comprehensive e-waste collection, recycling process, and commitment to environmental responsibility make us the ideal partner for businesses and individuals seeking to dispose of electronic waste responsibly. Join us in the mission to protect the environment and create a cleaner, greener world for generations to come.

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[on-a-lucky-tide]

i am here thinking again. what could be the moment that price catches nikolai off-guard for once? surely even the smoothest men can be caught lacking, eh?

Nik has an allergic reaction to viagra and gives Price a small fright.

cw: allergic reaction, erectile dysfunction

"Nik, ah, Nik, stop."

Price shoved Nik's shoulders and tried to shuffle up the bed from beneath him. Something wasn't bloody right. Nik was mute, none of the usual guttural moans, or slurred Russian filth, delirious with pleasure. Nik was vocal. It was part of the fun and it got Price goin' like little else.

Hell, this was the first time they had fucked in months due to a range of different reasons, from clashing missions to meetings to Nik's schedule, and Price was expecting Nik to be ravenous. Instead, he seemed to be struggling; his brow creased, his eyes foggy.

Nik slumped to the side, propped on his elbow, his big chest heaving. "John, is there... was something wrong?"

"Yeah, you, I'm worried... Nik, look at me, oi, look at me." Price grabbed Nik's chin and lifted his head from where it was tilted forward. "Bloody 'ell, you don't look right. Think it was the resta--? Nik? Nik!"

Nik stumbled from the bed, almost tripping over the tangle of blankets and pillows wrapped around his legs. He just about made it to the toilet before the expensive three course meal and the few glasses of Macallan they'd knocked back after became a wasted investment.

Price walked into the en suite after him, rubbing a warm palm over his back. "Ay, you're alrigh', deep breaths between." As Nik's body continued to seize and tense, Price looked the rest of him over. There were hives on the back of the hands grasping the toilet bowl and his skin was cold to the touch, clammy, not the flushed heat it should have been from sex. "Nik, 'm gonna call the infirmary."

"Nyet!" Nik near shouted into the toilet bowl, reaching out to grab Price just behind the knee before he could walk away. "Nyet, John... It will pass."

"Don't be a muppet. They'll give you a look over and make sure you don't need A&E." Price grabbed one of his travel mugs and filled it with water from the tap. Nik took it from him in a shaking hand and managed several gulps before slumping back against the wall, throwing the toilet seat down as he went. His chin fell to his chest, one forearm slanted across a raised knee.

"This... This is self-inflicted," Nik said. "I am already embarrassed enough."

Price squinted, sitting slowly on the toilet lid, nudging the flush down with his elbow. "Start talkin'. This ain't like you. And if I don't think you're bein' honest, I'm callin' Janie."

"She is the doctor who signed you off for your ACL surgery."

"The very same."

"I would be in trouble."

"Yeah, loads. Stop delaying."

Nik sighed, pressing his fingers into his eyes before his palm flattened to his chest. Price could see the flush of shame up his neck, the way his eyes stayed fixed on the floor rather than look up as he spoke. "I have an allergy to sildenafil."

Price wracked his brains and then huffed an incredulous laugh. "Viagra, Nik, I..."

When Nik turned his face away, swallowing, Price wanted to kick himself with steel toe-capped size twelves for being an arsehole of a partner.

"Ay, ay, don't... I'm sorry, that was... I was just... Why the fuck are you takin' viagra?"

Nik's jaw twitched from where his teeth were clenched, and he wiped one big hand down his face. The shame rolling off of him was palpable. "I am having... problems."

"Are they... Are we talkin' life-threatening problems?"

"Nyet. I simply cannot... it will not... you know," Nik waved his hand vaguely, "I... I was screened for some things. They said perhaps it is nerve damage from some shrapnel in my back, or perhaps it is all in my head, but I am... too ashamed to pursue more."

Price slipped from the toilet to sit at Nik's side against the wall, gently sliding his hand into the one dangling over his knee. Nik always spoke openly about sex, about their relationship, chuckling when Price squirmed and blushed like a prude. To watch him fumble and close up made Price's heart ache. "Why'd ya not tell me?"

Nik huffed dismissively, still looking away. "Da, how to say to your handsome, vigorous partner that you are unable to satisfy him in bed? That your body is... useless. That you are less than a man."

"Oh yeah, so the obvious solution is to take viagra, which you are violently allergic to. Absolute banger of a solution, Nik. Top marks," Price squeezed his hand, "and all this B.S. about bein' less than a man? Wind it in. It's bollocks."

"Zatknis, John..."

"Yer a smart man, Nik. But sometimes yer a..."

"...Muppet."

"Yeah, one of those," Price growled. "Yer seein' Janie in the mornin'. Not just for the allergy, for the lot."

"John, I cannot, it--"

"It could be a lot of things. Some of them more dangerous than others. Mine was stress."

Nik looked up quickly. "You have...?"

"Oh yeah. Mine stopped workin' fer about seven months five years ago. Coincided with a few large scale international fuck ups, a crammed schedule, an injury and some physio. Couldn't get it up fer the hottest piece of arse on Grindr, even if ya paid me."

"I did not know..."

"Course you didn't, we weren't exactly bumpin' uglies back then, were we?"

Nik smiled. "You have such a way with words..."

"Mhm." Price stroked his thumb over the back of Nik's hand, studying his face carefully. "You solid? No tight throat? You can breathe? There's an epipen in the first aid kit in the hallway."

"I am fine. This... It was similar when I tested it, but without the--" he gestured at the toilet, "my breathing is fine. I would... like to go to bed."

"Course." Price climbed to his feet, grunting at the clashing sensation of clicking knees and a numb arse, before helping Nik do the same. "Brush yer bloody teeth so I can kiss you."

Nik huffed softly. "Da."

When they climbed back into bed, Price kissed Nik gently, and then gathered him to his chest. Nik rested his ear over Price's heart and Price stroked his fingers through his hair. There was no fuckin' way he was sleeping that night. He'd stay awake and watch Nik sleep, listening to his slow breathing, checking the pulse at his neck. In the morning, he would let Janie eviscerate him for being so laissez faire with his health.

Then, and only then, they were gonna have a long chat about honesty, openness and trust. Cause knowing that Nik would rather poison himself than 'fail' Price in any way - regardless of how legitimate Nik felt that belief was - left Price with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Another celebration ficlet request! The original ask for this one seems to have gotten deleted, and it was sent on anon, so I can't even tag the person who sent it in. 😫

I hope you still see this and enjoy, nonnie! 💖

Heaven's in the backseat

Rated: E

Words: 1,000

Tags: Mafia AU; Hitman Eddie Munson; Mob boss Dick Harrington; Mentions of Stommy; Knife play; Dubious consent; Obsessive behavior; Violent thoughts; Car sex; Eddie has anger management issues and Steve is a little slut

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

Eddie has just lit his first cigarette of the night when one of the waiters informs him that Mr. Harrington wants him outside. As he grinds the cigarette under his boot, he imagines doing the same thing to Dick’s stupid head. 

Working for a mob boss is so goddamn exhausting. 

A week where Eddie doesn't come close to kicking the proverbial bucket is a good week - especially now that Dick has been taking him along as a bodyguard more and more often. He’s not complaining about that, though. Occupational hazard. 

No, what’s really annoying is the damn black tie affairs. As if squeezing into a fucking suit wasn't enough, the social dynamics of the underworld are mind-numbingly complicated. All of the big mob families are either related or out to kill each other - more often than not both at the same time. It makes events such as this an interesting affair, to say the least. All night long, Eddie has been hovering at the edge of the room while the boss ate and drank and shook hands with other important farts. Always vigilant, always ready to pull his knife from its holster under his suit jacket. And now he can’t even step out for ten minutes to have a fucking smoke? 

The car is parked in the driveway when he arrives. Next to it are the boss himself and a swaying figure with disheveled chestnut hair wearing a rumpled suit. 

Eddie’s blood bubbles and his steps speed up.

“-fucking disgrace,” Harrington says just as he flies down the stairway leading to the car. “You’ll do anything for attention, won’t you?” 

Eddie doesn’t catch the slurred reply, but it must’ve been the wrong one, because Harrington slaps the boy across the face before wrestling him into the backseat. Eddie’s hand is already on the knife when the asshole turns. For a heartbeat, he revels in the temptation of lodging the blade right in the middle of that ugly face, but he reigns himself in. Too much security, too many witnesses. 

“My son is drunk,” Harrington says. “Drive him home.” 

Before Eddie has a chance to reply, he has stalked past him and back into the venue.

*

“What the hell took you so long?” 

Eddie casts a look into the rearview mirror to see the venue disappearing behind them and Steve straightening up in his seat. His voice is still slightly slurred, his eyes a bit unfocused - but he's nowhere near as drunk as he appeared seconds ago. Eddie's mouth tugs into a grin. 

“What, I don't get a thank you for driving you? Where are your manners, little nymph?” 

“Why should I thank you for doing your literal job?” Steve’s mirror image scoffs at him. His bottom lip is pink and a little puffy where his father slapped him. “And don't call me that.” 

“I'm a bodyguard, not a chauffeur,” Eddie says. “There's a difference, y’know?” 

“You're a dog,” Steve drawls. “You do whatever my dad tells you to.” 

Eddie’s hands tighten around the steering wheel. Steve’s mouth curls at the edges, but his eyes stay bored. 

“How about you?” Eddie asks, once he has blinked the crimson shadows from his vision. “What did you do to incur his wrath? Must’ve been pretty bad, if you feigned being so wasted he’d send you home like some misbehaving child.” 

“None of your business, is it?” Steve snaps. Then, after a second or two, the aloof facade slips back on and he shrugs. “He caught me in the bathroom with Hagan.” 

Something slithers low in Eddie’s gut, dangerous and deadly like a coil of venomous snakes. 

“What? That ugly, freckled fuckface? C’mon, you can do better than that.” 

Steve laughs, a sound like the edge of a knife - bright and pretty and sharp-edged. “Why do you care? You don’t own me. What is it to you if Tommy fucking Hagan shoves his cock up my-” 

He doesn’t get any further than that. Eddie pulls over to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. One fluid motion later, he has scaled the middle console and has Steve pinned on the backseat, wrists trapped over his head in a one-handed vice grip. 

“Oh, honey,” he murmurs, voice low and lethal. “But this is where you’re wrong, see? You are mine. And one of these days, I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.” 

Those pretty eyes go wide as he slides the knife from its holster. The blade gleams, catching what little light there is in the dark car. With one flick of his wrist, he slices away the top button of Steve’s expensive shirt, revealing the long, graceful line of that neck. Steve exhales a shaky breath and his throat bops with it. 

“One of these days,” Eddie murmurs, trailing the tip of the blade over tan skin, leaving just the thinnest of red lines. “I’m gonna kill everyone who ever looked at you or touched you wrong and claim you as mine. Stuff you so full of my cock you forget about everyone else, until the only word you remember is my name. Carve my initials into that pretty skin of yours so nobody ever forgets who you belong to.” 

Steve looks up at him, eyes bright and hazy, and a little whimper falls from his perfect lips. He writhes deliciously in Eddie’s hold, and for a moment, Eddie thinks he’s scared, that he’s gonna plead for mercy. 

But then he slots his leg between Steve’s thighs to hold him in place and he feels it. He looks down at the boy in awed surprise and can’t help the grin that creeps over his face.

When Steve speaks, his voice is hoarse and breathy, but not from fear. 

“Do it, then,” he challenges, rolling his hips and grinding his hard cock against Eddie’s thigh. His lips strain to meet Eddie’s, breath warm and wet against his skin.  “Make me yours.” 

Eddie has never been so happy to obey in his life. 

Part 5

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[theynlife]

#2: Drunk Nights

Summary: College!Y/n gets a little too wasted and gets an offer to stay with c/n for the night

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, that’s about as bad as it gets

B/n - boy’s name

N/n - nickname

E/c - eye color

Of all the papers I had to write in the coming weeks, exams to study for, and packing to do before heading back home from college, I somehow found myself tonight crammed into a dorm room packed like a can of sardines, trying to soak up the last ounce of the semester.

F/n and I loved to sit together and share a drink occasionally, but tonight was special—we wanted to have a good time before parting ways for the next couple of months. What started as a small gathering of close friends on a Saturday night quickly spiraled into something much larger. Word got out, and soon friends of friends began pouring through the door. Before long, the room was out of seats, out of standing room, and buzzing with chatter and laughter.

Despite the spatial discomfort, I couldn’t help but smile when a few familiar faces from my English class—B/n/1, B/n/2, and c/n—managed to slip in just before the room hit capacity. I was mid-laugh when I felt a hand land gently on my shoulder.

“Hey, n/n, is it cool if I sit next to you?” c/n asked, his tone easy and warm.

I grinned, already several shots in and feeling a bit bubbly. “Absolutely! What’ve you been up to tonight, c/n?”

He settled on the floor near my chair, leaning in slightly. “We were just hanging out in my room but figured we’d check out the commotion. B/n/1 seemed especially eager to get here,” he added, gesturing toward the duo sitting shoulder to shoulder on F/n’s bed, grins plastered on their faces.

I let out a laugh, my gaze following his. “Well, he’ll be happy to know the feeling’s mutual. F/n’s been hoping he’d show up since people started piling in about an hour ago.”

C/n raised an eyebrow at me, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Is that so?”

Feigning shock, I placed a hand dramatically on my chest. “Would I lie about something like that?”

We both burst into laughter, barely able to catch our breaths before the room’s noise swept us back into the atmosphere.

As the night went on, c/n and I found ourselves grabbing drinks and keeping tabs on the budding connection between B/n/1 and F/n. They seemed more comfortable with each passing minute, but before long, I realized I was feeling the effects of the evening. My gaze had drifted to the outdated popcorn ceiling, and I caught myself staring at it for what must have been minutes before c/n waved a hand in front of my face.

“You in there, y/n?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I blinked a few times, trying to snap back to reality. “Never better,” I slurred, forcing a grin to mask how far gone I really was.

He stood and extended a hand toward me. “Why don’t we get you back? It’s getting late, and I’m starting to think these lovebirds might just be here forever.” He nodded toward B/n/1 and F/n, now sitting with an arm around her shoulders.

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet, only for the room to tilt and spin. My balance faltered, and I instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself. He caught me easily, his grip firm but gentle.

Once I steadied, we made our way out of the room, but I barely managed two steps down the staircase before stumbling forward again. C/n’s arm wrapped around my torso, catching me before I fell. Without a word, he shifted my arm across his shoulders, supporting me as we descended the stairs.

“C/n?” I murmured, my voice weak.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it back to my dorm.”

I kept my head down, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. He paused, scanning me carefully before speaking. “Do you need a place to crash? My roommate’s gone for the weekend—you’re welcome to stay in my room.”

My brows lifted at the offer. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

He frowned slightly, his voice soft but firm. “Y/n, you’re never a bother to me.”

Slowly, he guided me down the final flight of stairs and into his dorm. I noticed the neatly arranged door decorations as he opened the door and led me inside, sitting me gently on his bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, rummaging through his desk.

I gave a faint smile. “Right now? Great. Tomorrow morning? Probably not so much.”

He chuckled at my response, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and filling a glass of water. Handing them to me, he said, “Here—this might help a little.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, touched by the small gesture. While I might have thought to drink some water on my own, the ibuprofen was a stroke of genius. As I sipped the water, he grabbed his own bottle and sat down across from me.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the noise of the party far behind us.

“You don’t have to stay here with me,” I said softly. “If you want to go back to the party, I’d understand.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather be here with you.”

I turned to meet his gaze, my heart skipping at the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, I was speechless, the weight of his words hanging between us.

Before I could respond, he stood and began tidying up. He set up a blanket on the futon, flattening it out.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“You can take the bed,” he said simply. “I’ll sleep here.”

As he reached to turn off the lamp, I caught his wrist, stopping him.

“You don’t have to stay on the futon.”

“I’m not making you sleep there.”

“I know.” My voice dropped to a whisper.

His gaze darkened, studying me for a long moment before he nodded and slid under the covers beside me. We lay face-to-face, the room dim and quiet.

“What’s holding you back?” I asked softly.

He hesitated, his voice barely audible. “I want you so badly, but I don’t want to violate your trust. You’re drunk, and I—”

Before he could finish, I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. His initial shock melted away as he brought a hand to my jaw, his touch gentle but firm. Our movements were slow, deliberate, and full of unspoken emotion. When I pulled back, I searched his face, my voice barely above a whisper.

“We don’t need to do anything. I just want you here with me.”

[myseungsunglove]

I Wanna See You | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language

Word count: 1k

𖠫Summary: No thoughts, just finding pleasure in your boyfriend Seungmin, spread out in front of the mirror in practice room E one random Tuesday evening after dance practice.

A/N: This Drabble is from my “Yeah, just like that” smut prompt list I posted Friday. A Nonnie Wonnie requested “open your legs for me baby, I wanna see you,” with the one and only Kim Seungmin. Whew. And of course I made the mistake of publishing this in the middle of the night so no one is even gonna see it. 🫠

◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

「© December 9, 2023 by myseungsungheart」

XMDNIX

Your breathing was heavy and your head was spinning. You weren’t sure how you ended up here, but with the current state of bliss encompassing your mind, you weren’t about to start over thinking it.

You lifted your head, looking into the mirror, Kim Seungmin’s eyes meeting yours from where he was seated behind you. You are situated between his legs, naked from the waist down while he is still, regretfully, fully clothed. He has your arms held tightly behind your back in his strong hold and the other hand between your legs, his fingers dancing along your most sensitive places, a deep blush on your face.

He kisses your neck tenderly, soft, wet kisses that make your head spin. You’re so lost in the way his lips feel on your skin, you forget about where his fingers are headed until two of them plunge into your aching core, his thumb pressed expertly against your clit as he pumps into you with purpose. You seek purchase in anything you can where he holds your arms behind you, managing to get a fistful of his shirt, tugging it toward you as your body arches desperately. You can’t help but squeeze your legs together, the sensation overwhelming as his hand moves against your cunt.

He immediately withdraws his hand from you, leaving you panting and desperate. You receive a swift slap to your leg as he knocks them away from each other, spreading you wide, his lustful stare landing on your bare cunt in the mirror.

“Ah ah, y/n-ah, what did I say, hmmm?” he rumbles, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you,” he growls, pulling you tighter against him, your hands pushed against his hard member as he holds you tightly to him. With the hand that had, only moments ago, been buried inside you, he grabs your chin and turns it to face him, your eyes locking on his. “You’re absolutely beautiful like this, jagiya,” he whispers, his lips ghosting yours between words. “Open and vulnerable,” he breathes, his lips meeting yours in a slow and tantalizing kiss. You can’t stop the moan that escapes your throat.

“Seungmin,” you manage as his fingers dance along your neck, holding you steady through the kiss. Grounding you to him. “Seungmin, please,” you beg. You’re not even sure what you’re begging for at this point, but you want him. All of him. Any part of him he’ll give you. You’re desperate and it’s evident in the way his name falls from your lips like a prayer.

“Let me hear you, y/n,” he whispers against your mouth, his hand wandering from your neck back down to where you need him the most, settling between your thighs. He wastes no time burying two fingers in you again, your body reacting immediately, a wonton cry falling from your lips. “That’s it,” he encourages, his thumb pressing deliciously against your clit as his fingers nail that soft spot deep inside you. His hands are a gift from the gods, you think as you feel that coil winding tighter, your skin on fire as your climax nears.

“So close,” you manage through the blissful haze of your mind, your eyes meeting his in the mirror once more. “Fuck,” you breathe once you see his blown out pupils, his gaze drifting down, fixating on your cunt and his fingers plunging inside you.

“Cum on my fingers baby and then I’ll give you what you really want,” he promises.

Your hands desperately search for just that behind you, finding his bulge and squeezing him, a feral moan escaping him.

The coil snaps at the sound of his pleasure, your walls clenching down on his fingers and trying to pull him in and push him out all at once. Your body shakes and your vision goes white as he holds you close to him. You swear for a holding 30 seconds you can’t hear anything but the ocean crashing against the shore as you ride out the pleasure.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Good girl,” adds with a soft kiss to your neck, his eyes falling once again to where his fingers are buried inside you.

He releases your arms he’s been holding behind your back and you slump against him, arms aching and spent from being held like that for so long and from coming down from the heights of pleasure he so expertly brought you to. However, his hard cock presses against your back reminding you of his promise. He removes his fingers from you, and holds them to your mouth. You open, your tongue sticking it out slightly as he slips them into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the two digits.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his chest heaving now.

“There’s more where that came from,” you promise when his fingers leave your mouth with a pop. “Let me show you just how good this pussy feels wrapped around that aching cock.”

You turn on him quickly, a renewed energy finding you as you push him to the floor and pull his sweats down to his thighs, his angry red cock springs free, leaking and begging for attention. His head thuds against the ground, his eyes squeezing shut as your hand wraps around him, pumping him slowly to full hardness before you’re climbing over him and aligning your dripping hole with his cock.

You sink down onto him easily, your arousal making him an easy fit despite his generous size. He moans in response when your hips meet his, his hands reaching out and squeezing your hips, rolling you forward on his cock.

“Come here,” you whisper, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to a sitting position. Your lips lock with his as you bounce on him in earnest, his mouth falling open in the middle of the kiss, short bursts of air falling onto your lips as you ride him harder.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to him.

“What’s stopping you?” you tease, rolling your hips again before you pull off of him and slam down once more with renewed purpose.

“Shit,” he grits out, his fingers digging into your back, gripping your shirt tight, as he unloads into you, his cum filling you perfectly and triggering a surprise orgasm from you. “Fuck!” he all but wails as your walls squeeze him tight, milking him dry. “Jagiya,” he stutters, his lips finding yours once more, his hands having found their way back to your neck to hold you against him as he kisses you fervently.

You’re still not sure how the two of you ended up here, fucking on the floor of practice room E on a random Tuesday night, but fuck if you didn’t hope it was the cool down for every dance practice from this day forward.

[saywhatjessie]

Charming as an Eel

Advent Calendar Day 20! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Christmas Tree | Secret Identity | Lost Bet Fandom: House - Pairing: Hilson 1k[Ao3]

Thirteen found House on the second floor of the atrium, leaning his elbows on the balcony railing, a glass of eggnog in his hand clasped between his hands. Like a real glass. There was a cinnamon stick poking out of it.

“There you are,” Thirteen started with irritated relief. “Look, the tests came back–”

“Shh shh shh shh!” House started, holding out a finger to her, looking down on the lobby below. “Not right now.”

Thirteen scoffed. “If you’re gonna poor eggnog on someone, that’s a pretty lame prank.”

“Tt,” House said. “Waste of alcohol. And this is for me, anyway. Momma needs a drink with her stories.”

Thirteen scrunched her nose at House calling himself Momma but approached the railing, looking over with him. 

“Gossip mill tell you there’d be drama?” Thirteen guessed. “Christmas party’s tonight, there’s gotta be some surgical intern who brown-nosed too close to the sun.”

House snorted. “Probably. But that’s not what the TV Guide has scheduled for this slot.”

Thirteen hummed, scanning over the lobby. Sure, she had a minute. The patient could keep for whatever this was.

She mirrored House’s posture, her elbows on the railing, and reached for his glass so she could steal a sip. He let her have it, amused even if Thirteen wasn’t looking at him.

She pursed her lips in pleasant surprise at the taste. “Good ‘nog.”

“It was one my conditions,” House said, recovering his glass. “It’s never as good when I make it.”

“Which means Wilson lost a bet,” Thirteen said, a smile spreading on her face. “And had to make you one of his housewifey recipes to drink while you watch him commit whatever humiliation you could think of.”

House just hummed in approval, sipping his eggnog. Thirteen slid her eyes over to see his amused smile. his eyes bright with wicked glee and also with the deep love for Wilson he could never quite hide completely.

She bumped him with her elbow, extending her hand toward the glass. “Lemme get another hit.”

He snorted but passed her the glass.

While they waited, Thirteen did actually get around to telling him about the test results, and House didn’t seem surprised by any of it. He waved them away, reasoned out why his current diagnosis was still the frontrunner but he’d let Taub continue to do tests while the drugs he prescribed worked it out. Pretty easy work for now, all things considered.

They abruptly stopped their hypotheticals exchange when a commotion went up from the back of the lobby, directly underneath them.

Thirteen looked down to see something green and furry in a Santa suit come running through the atrium, making straight for the decorative tree at the front.

“No…” she started.

“Mhmm,” House said, taking another big sip of his eggnog in satisfaction.

When Wilson got his hands on the tree, he turned to look up at the balcony, his green face immediately going sour when his eyes locked on House. House lifted his glass at him.

“He’s really not doing much to conceal his identity,” Thirteen noted.

“He refused to let me do his prosthetics,” House lamented. “Didn’t trust me with spirit gum near his face.”

Thirteen nodded, shrugging her mouth. “Probably for the best.”

“E tu, brute?”

Wilson had turned his attention from them and started trying to gently but quickly dislodge the tree.

The front receptionists had started calling out to him, but no one had called for security yet. Thirteen thought she heard one of them tell someone to fetch Cuddy. Which was probably the better call for this moment but kind of spoke to how fucked up this hospital was.

Wilson managed to get the tree base dislodged from the skirt and surrounding fake presents but forgot to unplug it. He went to run and immediately got tugged back by the wire.

“Oooh.” Thirteen sucked air in through her teeth. “That’s gonna cost him some time.”

“And here comes the ref with the flag on the play,” House said, jerking his chin toward Cuddy’s office.

Cuddy came out, taking in the situation – Wilson, still wrestling with the plug for the tree – and her eyes immediately went up to the balcony.

Thirteen considered ducking so she wouldn’t be implicated but a) Cuddy could see through the railing and b) whether she was present or not, House’s team was never totally free from implication. But she was also not totally implicated. She had a weird job,

Cuddy saw House and slumped in resignation. House raised his glass to her as well.

She rolled her eyes and turned toward Wilson. Wilson turned to her, his hand still on the tree.

“What do you think he’s saying to her?” Thirteen asked.

“Probably making excuses. Blaming me.”

“And she’s telling him it’s a bad look for a Jew to come in and steal Christmas.”

House laughed, handing her his glass again in reward.

She took a sip. She wasn’t above a little praise. And it was very good ‘nog.

“Still hasn’t released the tree,” she noted, nodding at Wilson’s hand, almost casually gripping the trunk.

“Punishment’s not over yet,” House said. “He’s got to get out with the tree or be tackled trying.”

Thirteen snorted. “He’s already lost the bet, he’s already been humiliated. Why would he still–”

Before she could finish, Wilson had gestured again at House and when Cuddy turned to look, he made off with the tree.

He was through the doors and out of sight before Cuddy could call security.

Thirteen handed House his glass back and started clapping. “That crazy son of a bitch did it.”

House hummed again. love shining over his face in an embarrassing display.

Cuddy looked up at them again at Thirteen’s clapping and immediately made for the elevators. Thirteen could see where this was going.

“Well, I’ll see you later, boss!” She said, grinning. “Good luck with that. I’m going to check on the patient.”

She was halfway down the hall, before House could finish shouting “Coward!”

She cackled, wondering if she should intercept Wilson in the parking lot. Maybe he’d let her keep that tree.

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 28 - Welcome Home

Itaru: (This is bad. I can’t get a taxi at all. And the line’s not letting up either… Got one shot at this left. Hopefully there’s a car rental place somewhere near he--.)

Sakuya: Itaru-san! Welcome home!

Itaru: --.

Masumi: You’re late.

Citron: We have come to pick you up~!

Chikage: Good work.

Tsuzuru: Your flight being delayed was some astronomically bad luck.

Itaru: Huh? What? What are you doing here? What about the play? No, you guys can’t all be here!

Sakuya: We were so worried that we couldn’t help it, so we might be trying for a bit of an impossible wish here.

Chikage: We decided to run through our lines in the car so as to not waste time.

Masumi: Director was supposed to be the first one I drove around…

Tsuzuru: You were a really safe driver, Masumi, just like we thought you’d be, so don’t worry about it.

Itaru: No way, you guys came to pick me up… Isn’t this like an insanely risky move?

Chikage: All’s well that ends well.

Tsuzuru: You weren’t able to catch a cab, right?

Itaru: Well, you guys doing this is definitely a huge help.

Itaru: Wait, why do your faces look darker than normal…? What did you guys eat?

Tsuzuru: Your face won’t get darker just from eating something! It’s just makeup!

Masumi: We were trying to save time.

Itaru: Gotcha.

Citron: Itaru, this is not the time to be the funny man!

Itaru: Says you…

Chikage: Well, if you’re up to doing that, then there’s no need for us to be worried.

Sakuya: Alright, let’s hurry! Everyone’s waiting for us!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Manager: Thank you very much for coming to see MANKAI Company’s Spring Troupe’s performance “Romeo and Julius ~Rosso e Blu~” today.

Manager: Please remain patient until the start of the show.

Towa: …

Audience Member A: I wonder what’s going to happen in the sequel.

Audience Member B: Do you think everyone’s got the same roles they had in the first one?

Audience Member A: MANKAI Company’s first sequel, I’m both really excited for it and dreading it…

Audience Member B: I know, right!? I saw RomiJuli back when it first ran, too, and I’m like the biggest Romeo oshi ever…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

momo has entered the chat.

shiki: Oh? I thought you were going to go see the performance on opening day today.

Iv: smth with all the fuss you were making abt the ticket gods?

momo: Had to come take refuge here because I was literally about to explode from how badly I wanted to join the conversation of the person sitting next to me

Kar: That sure is a reason lmao

Iv: ur being real sus

momo: I was really surprised when they announced they were doing a sequel for RomiJuli, but I totally get what they’re saying about having mixed feelings of both anticipation and anxiety, and to be honest I’m really looking at it with that much excitement too

momo: I can’t stop thinking about what the sequel to my favorite play ever is gonna be like, like I think I’d literally die of shock if they change my oshi’s role

Iv: i ain’t reading all that, happy for u tho, or sorry that happened

momo: Also since I got to see what goes on behind the scenes at the workshop, actually coming to the theater now makes it seem even brighter when it’s got all performance stuff up and running

momo: I can like actually sense just how many people are working behind the scenes and now I’m already filled with a lot of feelings before the show’s even started, I wonder if my heart is gonna m

Kar: momo’s been stabilized

shiki: I’m guessing it just started? Have fun!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Towa: Phew…

Towa: (I feel a little calmer.)

Audience Member A: It’s almost time for the show to start, but it still hasn’t started yet?

Audience Member B: It feels like they must be rushing to get ready. I wonder if something happened.

Towa: (Huh, trouble? I wonder if everything’s okay??)

Audience Member A: That reminds me of the time when Autumn Troupe was rushing to get ready in time so Summer Troupe gave a super long pre-show introduction to stall for time.

Audience Member B: Oh yeah, I watched the stream of that performance!

Audience Member A: I wonder if they’re all working super hard behind the scenes right now.

Audience Member B: I’m wishing them the best of luck.

Towa: (Good luck to all of Spring Troupe and the staff members too…!)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door slams open*

Sakuya: Sorry for making you wait! We’re here!

Izumi: Thank goodness! Welcome home!

Yuki: You’re late!

Azami: You’re late.

Itaru: There’s the third strike…

Azami: Just hurry up and sit down so I can do your makeup.

Tsumugi: I’m glad you made it just in the nick of time.

Itaru: No, this time it was really thanks to everyone else’s help. This never would’ve happened without them…

Izumi: But you still made it, right?

Itaru: True. But I’ve still got that high I got from meeting an overseas fan running through me.

Itaru: I feel like we could still set out on a journey across the world. Now all I’ve gotta do is just not worry and put that energy into Spring Troupe’s performance.

Izumi: I can’t wait.

Itaru: Ah, well, don’t expect too much from me, I’ve still got jet lag and fatigue nerfing my stamina. I’m relying on you guys for support.

Tsuzuru: But there wasn’t even that much of a time difference?

Citron: It is better than him trying to hide it and then freezing up on stage, at least~!

Masumi: I feel like something like that happened during our debut performance.

Itaru: Perhaps.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Manager: The show will be beginning shortly!

Itaru: Okay, okay.

Chikage: We managed to make it just in time.

Tsuzuru: Yet another time we were all rushing to be ready.

Sakuya: I feel like we’re all back on this stage with new feelings after we all took on different challenges in preparation for the new Fleur Award.

Sakuya: The first time I stood on stage was one of them, but I’m sure there will be a lot more “firsts” in the future.

Sakuya: I can remember the feelings from back then over and over again. The trembling courage to dive into a new world--.

Sakuya: Let’s always take on our “firsts” with positivity and all have fun together as Spring Troupe!

Citron: Yes!

Tsuzuru: Let’s do it.

Chikage: Right.

Itaru: I’m ready whenever you are.

Masumi: Let’s go, Romeo.

Sakuya: Yeah! Onwards, to our journey!

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[it-blogs-india]

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[cherrieguroo]

Animal crossing new horizons headcanons for the nerd bunch

Steph

- normcore I think that's what people call it but it's basically just like. a normal town with no specific style. but her house is decorated to her liking and she has her villager's home in a forest she planted herself. she also has mods and she has just a part near the top of her island where there's just a shit ton of bells just dropped on the floor.

-steph definitely gives me black tulip door wreath vibes.

-steph's favorite villager is cherry and she changed cherry's catchphrase to 'bitch' so now she says stuff like "Yeah, go for it, bitch. This oughta be good…’

-steph has a room in her house purely for 'summonings' after she found out if you combine a specific wall and flooring you can create a summoning circle.

-steph refuses to pay tom nook, so her house isn't upgraded that much.

-steph set up a small space in her island for the nerds to fool around in whenever they visited. that space now mostly consists of pit falls and stumps. someone also left a switch there and steph didn't even try to figure out who put it there and just kept it as decor for her house. also Steph has green mums outside her house which she says is supposed to be a weed farm.

Grace

-grace definitely has meticulously designed her island and it's fairycore. rip star fragment trees grace would have loved those. her island has a shit ton of pink tulips everywhere too. grace has a part of her island which is just a forest with a lot of flowers. she also has those like custom design paintings in said forest that read 'god is good' or some shit and she thinks every island should have a god forest.

-grace has the pink wedding event door thingy.

-grace has two tricycles she put outside of nook's cranny that she pretends belong to timmy and tommy

-favorite villager is ruby sorry

-grace loves the wedding event items and her island and house are full of them

Ruth

-her island is a mess to me lmao. her island tune is the iconic part in careless whisper and tiffany is her favorite villager. none of her island is actually decorated btw. and she constantly wears one of those custom design dresses that make it look like the villager has a bikini. ruth collects gyroids after she was taught how to get them by Richie. she just collects the little guys and has them outside her airport as a welcome thingy. ruth uses the effects feature a lot, mainly putting hearts on stuff. only decorating Ruth really did on her island is make a rainbow flower field which she and the rest of the nerds call the gay flower trail. ruth seems to be eternally broke. Richie offers her money and she accepts and ten minutes later she somehow managed to waste it all on the most useless decor

Richie

-his island is littered with references to animes. he has two godzilla statues outside his house. has definitely gotten much more advancements than the others. wishes he could have started out on a modded island but it's too late. his house is made to be his dream home and his room has custom designs of anime posters on the walls. he completed his museum and probably has most furniture items in his catalog. he also completed happy home designer and has a lot of amiibos. richie redecorated all of his villager's homes, both interior and exterior. richie made a crab rave on his beach. richie also collects gyroids and uses them to decorate. he also likes setting up little songs with them for specific rooms in his house.

richie's island flag is this.

Pete

-somehow the one with the best looking island. it's five stars somehow and each villager gets custom personalized yards. pete is really into flower breeding. he's also trying to complete the museum but keeps forgetting to catch some seasonal creatures and fish. pete NEVER skips blather's fun facts. in fact he writes all of them down and annoys Ruth and Richie with them. he's even memorized some for the more common fish and bugs that especially pissed Richie off when he was collecting everything (like sea basses)

petes house has the highest happy home academy rating

[countlessrealities]

@mcltiples sent:

The portal opened up in the apartment. It's in the middle of the night. Definitely not the hour that someone should be visiting, yet, Morty can't help himself. He's drunk. A bottle of Scotch nearly emptied in his hand, swinging as he walked, legs wobbled.

He doesn't care what state that he finds his counterpart in. All he cared about were the words he rehearsed in his head. What he needed to say. That he drank to give him the courage to do so.

"M-Morty," He's too drunk to notice his own stutter. It's not something he's willing to control right now either. "I-I'm sorry, I realize the error of my ways. I've been an asshole to you. Th-This whole time, I've been trying to protect my feelings, to make you fall for me as I-I have with you. A-And it backfired, I-I've been an idiot,"

He stepped closer. "A-All I wanted was you, y-you're all I've ever wanted in someone a-and I fucked it up, I-I fucked everything up big time,"

Suddenly his legs gave out, ending up on his knees. That's when the tears came, flooding down his face. His lips quivered. "I-If you don't like me, just tell me, I-I'll understand. I-I'll get over it. I-I just need to know,"

Sobbing uncontrollably was something he hadn't done in a while. And now that it was happening, he couldn't stop it. "I-I just love you so much and I would do anything for you, but I-I can't seem to show you. I-It's hard. A-And I'm so tired of these games, I-I can't do it anymore. I-I don't want to be playing these games with you. I-I just want to love you....."

{ To your E-Morty from my E-Morty // i'm so sorry about this fdshjfkds }

The sound of a portal opening caught Morty off guard. The noise was as familiar as his own breathing by now, but he hadn't been expecting any guests that night. He had even dismissed his second-in-command, because he had wanted to be truly alone. There was so much ongoing inside him. So many thoughts, so many feelings. He had no idea of how to deal with them, but he refused to ask for help.

Not that he had anyone he could turn to. One of the only two people he trusted enough to show his vulnerable side to wouldn't have been able to give him advice. As for the other one, he was the very cause of his current inner turmoil.

Useless to say, finding himself faced with that one person caught him off guard, even if he wasn't as surprised as one might have thought. Deep down, he knew that this would happen. One of them would have given in, at some point. The tension and the distance between them had gotten just too much.

Still, he was glad that it hadn't been him, because crawling back to his other self, when the latter had been the one to hurt him, would have been admitting defeat. And that was a weakness he couldn't afford.

He remained quiet as his counterpart spoke, head tilted on one side and expression unreadable. Underneath the blank mask he was wearing, however, he was nowhere near as unaffected as he looked. The glass in his hand and the mostly empty bottle of Scotch on the coffee table betrayed the truth.

He managed not to react, not to how his other self was acting nor to his words, until his counterpart fell on his knees in front of him. He was crying, begging for forgiveness, professing his undying love to him with no shame.

Vulnerable. Weak. Pathetic.

And yet Morty's heart ached for him as it had never done for anyone before.

Taking in a slow, deep breath, he downed the remaining contents of his glass in one go, setting it down next to the bottle. His head was swimming, and it was hard to tell why. Was it the alcohol in his system? Or the emotions that were filling his chest, painfully constricting it? Probably both.

Gritting his teeth, he knelt down in turn, putting himself at the other's level. He hesitated just a second before reaching out, taking that face between his palms to coax his counterpart to glance up.

"Morty. Look at me," he said, half way between a request and an order. He didn't want to be too harsh, but he also refused to waste time on simple requests.

Patiently, he waited for his words to be followed before continuing.

"Yes, you hurt me. Even worse, you made me feel like all the efforts I've made for you, all the things I've confessed to you only, all the exceptions to my rules I've made for you...You made me feel like it all meant nothing to you."

Such a bitter feeling, having allowed himself to finally open up to someone, just to find himself set aside and devalued.

"You've been a fool. You've angered me, humiliated me, and being unable to show to me how much you actually care for me. We both played games, we both pulled that rope, but I made sure to never go too far. You, on the other hand, never seemed to want to return that favour."

He didn't try to hide the hint of resentment in his voice. And why should he? His other self obviously knew that he had fucked up, he was admitting that much. He deserved to stick his fingers in the bleeding wound. It was payback, an eye for and eye.

"I should be done with you. And, if you were anyone else, I would have locked you away and kept you as a tool to relieve my stress." A nameless living being he could torture whenever he felt like. "You don't realise how lucky you are."

Afte that, his expression softened, even if just imperceptibly. The next words were the trickiest, because they meant that he would be offering his unguarded heart one more time. One last time, one last chance.

"But I can't do that, not to you. Because I...I want you with me. I'm tired of all those games too. I'm bored with them, I'm fed up with them." Especially since they had been bringing him more pain than entertainment lately. "I want honesty, I was a sign that I can let you in. And you finally gave me one tonight."

He swallowed, shifting closer, eyes falling on those wet lips for the briefest moment.

"I'm not forgiving you...yet. But I refuse to let you go, Morty. Because, against my better judgement, I...I love you too."

He didn't wait for an answer, he couldn't bear to hear one right now. So, instead, he pressed forward, sealing their mouths together. A kiss full of longing, frustration, hurt, need, love. He wanted nothing more than to consume his counterpart, to make them one, so they could never be apart, never betray each other again.

If only...

He didn't break away until his lungs forced him, burning for the lack of oxygen, and when he did he made sure that their gazes could meet, amber orbs looking slightly unfocused.

"...Stay with me tonight. Tomorrow, we'll figure this out. For now, I'll let you love me. And I'll put your pieces back together."

[peachym00]

Prying his eyes open to the light flooding in from the unclosed curtains in his room was not the worst way Pete could have woken up. Once, years ago, he’d woken up in the back of a car, the left side of his face throbbing from where his father had punched him for losing a match; it was still dark. He didn’t know where he was going or who was driving the car, and it scared him. He was only eleven.

As the grogginess faded to something more manageable, his head was pounding; a glass of water was on his bedside table, and he was only wearing one sock. Sitting up was a struggle; the pain in his head worsened when he moved, making him feel nauseous. Reaching out for the glass of water, he realised some paracetamol was sitting there too.

Huh. 

After giving some time for the painkillers to kick in and his brain to restart, he gets out of bed and into the shower. Standing under the hot water gives him clarity, so much so that the memories from the night before start flooding in. He was drunk. So drunk. In front of Vegas.

Fuck.

The thought renders him useless, and he drops a near-full bottle of shower gel onto his foot, yelping in pain, then wincing when the echo of his own shout hurts his head.

Vague flashbacks of Vegas walking into their conversation in the bar, saving him from face-planting and helping him to bed surface from the shallow depths of his brain.

“God, Pete, you could give me a hand,” Vegas struggled to take all of Pete’s weight as they walked towards his bed.

“Here,” he holds his hand in front of Vegas’s face, chuckling to himself while he does it.

“What are you doing?” 

“Giving you a hand,” Pete bursts into hysterical laughter as Vegas shoves him onto the bed.

“You’re fucking hilarious, Pete, really,” Vegas sighs, pulling off Pete’s shoes for him, “your comedic talents are wasted in the mafia. Do you need help getting undressed, or can you do that yourself?”

“You just want to see me n a k e d,” Pete teasingly spelt out, watching as Vegas stood up straight and put his hands on his hips. Pete tried to sit up but found he couldn’t manage it; instead, he settled for leaning back on his arms, slightly propped up.

Before he knew it, Vegas was leaning over him on the bed; Pete felt like he was going cross-eyed, trying to look up at him, “And what if I do?” Vegas murmured, far too close for comfort.  

Well. 

Suddenly everything wasn’t so funny anymore.

“You’ll have to use your imagination because the only place you’ll be seeing me naked is in your dreams,” Pete whispered back, proud of himself for being able to sound coherent. 

“And what sweet, sweet dreams they’ll be,” Vegas said lowly, his tongue poking out between his lips, wetting them slightly so they glistened in the room’s low light.

Pete gulped loudly. 

He was fucked. And that was putting it lightly.

How was Pete supposed to face him now?