#enjoy your Smurf Near

[1driedpersimmon]

!!!!!! Near in My Girlfriend's Dead and Watari in Dry Weather! :D

I started drawing Watari n then I feel Asleep 💀

[blazehedgehog]

Soaking this in

If you don't know what this is, here's an explanation: Both Fortnite and Call of Duty employ something called "Skill-Based Matchmaking" (SBMM for short), and it has become the bane of a certain subset of players who very vocally yell about how it is ruining multiplayer games.

In short, the game secretly and quietly keeps track of your "skill level." Even if a game has both ranked and unranked modes, it is always tracking this skill level stat that reports back how quickly and easily you're getting kills. When you connect to a new match, it tries to group you with players near your skill level.

The idea being you start with zero skill stat, and by playing the game well, your skill stat levels up until you eventually plateau and you are forever playing the game with people that are just as good (or bad) as you are, within some level of variance.

This means if you're one of these career streamer guys or a Youtube clip compilation sort of dude (or both), then you very quickly get put into high tier matchmaking pools with all the other career streamers and wannabe esports pros. Hence the very loud, very vocal complaints, because if you're one of those guys, the idea of having a "casual match" goes away. Everybody is always firing on all cylinders and you're expected to do the same in order to keep your rank and not look embarrassing to your captive audience.

So Activision apparently ran an experiment per Charlie Intel (article here) where they reduced SBMM's effectiveness, meaning the big fish pros and the little tadpole casual players were thrown into more games together.

The result was a sharp uptick in players rage quitting matches early, some even quitting the game entirely and never coming back. The report notes that while player retention for players with a high skill rank was improved, they make up such a small percentage of the player base (apparently less than 1%; the article has some grammar problems) that servicing them really doesn't make sense.

As it turns out, low level players don't want to get hopelessly destroyed by wannabe esports pros. And those pros make up such a small percentage of the player base it doesn't make sense to keep feeding them more low level chum, even though they are the hungriest for it. As more and more low level players permanently leave the game due to frustration, it turns into a wasteland where high level players are getting mad at each other until they also get frustrated and leave as well. SBMM ensures long term health for a game's multiplayer ecosystem.

And being a Fortnite player, it's so validating to hear this. "SBMM is ruining multiplayer" was always a narrative coming from streamers and youtubers who were frustrated by having to actually TRY instead of being able to score easy clip compilation fodder on clueless newbies.

Enjoy sticking to your smurf accounts now, I guess.

[thatsatricky1]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 | 𝐳.𝐜𝐥

“Chenle your end is near.” Y/n gritted out through clenched teeth furiously scrubbing her hands in the bathroom sink.

“My stylist specifically bought non staining body paint Y/n.” Chenle’s voice came muffled through the closed bathroom door, no doubt with his face squished against the door as if it would help.

“Yeah? Did she happen to also test it out beforehand?” Her question was met with silence.

Chenle had rushed his makeup artist to find the paint since the party had been only a week away back then. They had in fact not tested it beforehand and if he recalled it right it was the same brand they’d used on Renjun, Jisung, Jeno and himself which had not come off well.

“We could try using nail polish remover?” Chenle suggested through the door.

“You do realise that amount of nail polish remover would make us high off the fumes right?” Y/n retorted all the while Chenle heard the sink still on full blast.

“Alright you got me there, open up, two pairs of hands are better than one.” Chenle offered. At the moment he wasn’t feeling too good about this outcome but he knew they’d both laugh about it later.

Chenle half expected her to just dish out another anger induced insult but Y/n was unlocking and swinging the door open seconds later, hands clearly still stained blue with light blue drops of water dripping down.

“Oh shit.” He winced out now realising why she’d be so mad.

“Not helping.”

After a whole fifteen minutes Chenle had managed to remove a bit of the staining on her hands with the effort of a lot of lavender scented soap. Chenle moving to slather more soap on his hands moving toward her face.

”Uh no.” Y/n cut off his actions, shoving his hands away.

“So you want to be like violet from Willy Wonka that bad?” Chenle asked out unhelpfully.

“No I’m just gonna shower instead, it’ll be easier to do it all in one.”

“Why didn’t you think of that to begin with?” His next question was met with a blank look.

“Why didn’t you get me proper non-stainable body paint to begin with?” Y/n shot back before getting up from where they’d been leaning over the bathroom sink. The white porcelain now splodged in blue.

“You’re gonna have to let that go.” He groaned out.

“Oh I will, but only when the blue fades.” Her words only caused his eyes to squeeze shut since it had taken a good couple of days for them to get the blue of their skin after the whole Smurf fiasco years ago.

“I think I might actually break something soon.” Y/n sighed out trying not to freak out when the zip on her dress wouldn’t go down, not sure if it was just the frustration or a bit of the alcohol they’d consumed during the party.

“As funny as it would be seeing a blue stained you smashing shit I’d prefer it not being my stuff.” Chenle answered back, moving closer.

“Help?” Chenle asked out without context knowing she knew what he meant.

Chenle only moved to grab the zip after seeing her nod from behind. It was already a bit open but had caught against fabric so he had to pry the material out from under the zip first beforehand.

“This is not what I expected to be doing after the annual Halloween party.” Y/n grumbled out as Chenle unzipped the back of her dress.

“What, you mean you don’t enjoy being a Smurf 2.0 while fighting with your dress around 11pm at night on the 31st of October with a guy dressed in an oversized suit?” Chenle practically snorted out.

“Next time I want to dress up as an introvert, and take my role seriously by staying at home and being a no show.” Y/n replied done with the day not caring Chenle was in the room as she slipped the dress off.

“You did your whole body!?” Chenle exclaimed, noticing the blue everywhere.

“Wow Lele, I was expecting a different kind of comment coming from you seeing me in my underwear but yeah, your stylist helped me paint myself so there’s that.”

“Well I’m not complaining about the view but that’s gonna take you at least two hours in the shower.”

“Not my water bill.” Y/n shrugged, moving over to the shower.

Chenle knew this could screw up everything, but then again she’d literally undressed in front of him. If not he could pass it off as a joke.

“Remember how I said two sets of hands are better than one?” Chenle suggested, following towards the shower.

“Your game is weak, but grab a loofa or something.” Y/n agreed amused.

“Should I grab the blue one?”

The only response he got was a bar of soap flung at him.

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[neteyamyawne]

🎀 — Cockwarming

༄ Pairing : Miles Quaritch x Fem!Scientist!reader

༄ Summary : You have always the colonel's personal plaything, His little slut, and when he says has a phone call in the midst of fucking you into oblivion, he makes sure to have his cock nice and warm till the call ends.

༄ Warning : semi-public sex? Cockwarming, PinV, Daddy/babygirl dynamic, age gap, explicit.

༄ Word count : 1k proof read.

༄ Note : Y'all I'm so down bad for him, like omg! And I'm sorry so SUCH a late update, but life's been giving me like a ton of lemons and I don't have enough time to make lemonade but I'm trying, I'm getting into writing again (in between my exams, i know I'm crazy) all my pending fics will come!!

It was usual wednesday afternoon, head bent down on your desk with a new plant specimen that Daniel, the department head, needed an detailed report on, which meant EVERY detail was meant to be written, rushing from one station to another as you collected information diligently as the afternoon slipped late and so did an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise but he was quick to place a hand on your mouth to stop it as he bent down and chuckled near your ear.

“Wacha doing, cupcake?” he grumbled against your neck, pressing a few kisses and a few nips to your cheek and ear, not giving you enough time to react as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you out of the laboratory like a potato sack while you angrily protested, hitting him with your fists “Put me down, you tall smurf, I have work!!”

He raised his eyebrow at your nickname and smacked your ass making you squeak in embarrassment “What did you call me, cupcake?” his tone was low enough to give you your needed warning about what was to come but you couldn't help but whine

“I’m working, sir, Daniel would kill me if i don’t complete it soon!” you were slightly exaggerating it but who cares when you were with the colonel himself? He just chuckled at your complaints and walked around the lab to get out without hitting anything “where’s this Daniel guy-” he didn’t have to wait as Daniel himself came grumbling to your desk as he held a file in his hand “Y/n, how many time have I to- told….”

He trailed off as he Quaritch with you on his shoulder, ass up “puny, do you mind if i borrow one of your scientist for a while” his voice dared Daniel to say no, but the nosy scientist knew better as he immediately nodded to the secOps colonel “Of course, of course! she’s… all yours” he said with clear disdain written on his face, of course he couldn’t have you under his thumb for a long while now.

Miles was more than happy as he carried you back to his quarters while your embarrassed face stayed hidden in his muscular back, other passerbyers were not surprised at the scene, being used to it by now, it was a weekly occurrence if not daily and he took nothing but pride in the fact that others were watching, he didn’t give a fuck.

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

You knew what was coming and you fucking enjoyed the thorough drilling he gave you, his sweet cupcake who could do no wrong, his hand on your bare back, guiding your wet pussy on his cock like a wet glove, ass smacking into his skin with rhythmic slaps, your gasps muffled by his huge hand covering your saliva coated mouth.

"just like that cupcake... Such a sweet little whore for me, ay? Letting daddy fuck your brains out" He growls in your ear as he fists your hair, gripping it tightly to send that delirious shiver down your spine, your messed up moans were incoherent to understand as he picks you up and flips you over like a rag doll before pulling out, laying down on his back after he pulls you on top of him, making you sink down on him again without any mercy.

Your whimpers were unheard of by him as Miles only gave you a few minutes before he was pistoning his hips back up into your dripping cunt, making your tits bounce almost pornographically, a string of slurs escaped your mouth as he coached your body to bounce on his cock "Fuck! Daddy... Thrust... S- shit"

He just smirked at your angelic voice, tired from the relentless rounds until a holographic square appeared on the bedside table, vibration loudly as bold letters showed who called "General Ardmore" bright on the screen

It was quiet for a minute as he stopped, placing you down, cock still snug in your warmth, both of you quiet for a while before he spoke "Keep your mouth shut for me okay? Don't want her to hear you, hmm?" He whispered before he sat up, an unwilling groan wisping through your lips until you shut up when met with his glare as he picked up the call and placed it on his ear.

General Ardmore spoke from the other side while he specifically shifted to torment your already overstimulated hole, nudging back and forth and watch as you bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, his other hand gently caressing your waist, sharp eyes following your shaking legs to the point of connection of your bodies.

He purposely placed the call on the speaker, making you listen to her points about the new mission but all you see and hear were his smirk and quiet chuckles as he kept you impaled on himself, the call was long and agonizing, having you as his Cockwarmer while chatting with her like he wasn't engaged in something much more serious

As he talked to her about the details when he moved up inside you and you squealed suddenly and he stopped, Ardmore stopped "Colonel, is someone there with you?" He scrutinized you heavily and you couldn't help but squirm under his gaze "No, General must be some wild animal outside" he covered up for you as he covered your mouth.

He spoke and nodded to the general's words, keeping your mouth shut and fucking you silently "understood, General, I'd work on it" he said gruffly before ending the call the threw the phone on the mattress before he saw your tear-stained face and rolled his eyes "you sneaky slut, can't keep your mouth shut can you? Then show daddy how loudly you can scream my name" he smiled maliciously before flipping you over with his hand snaking to your throat.

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[surr3al1sm]

Just Dance Highscores I’m proud of

I don’t really talk about playing Just Dance on here because I play it a lot and don’t want to bother you guys with it every time but I just wanted to highlight some of the scores I’m proud of. All will be below the cut to not clog up your dash.

Disclaimer: Now I know that they probably aren’t the highest scores (or the hardest maps) you’ve ever seen BUT I still get to be proud of them (plus I have a coordination disorder so take that).

With that being said feel free to reblog and flex your scores on me. I wish to know them.

List time! Yippie!

🩷 The mega stars (aka the dances I dance to way too much) 🩷

⚡️Girlfriend - 13078 - The first song I 13k’d and still one of my favourite maps

⚡️Treasure - 12904 - I used to be really bad at Treasure compared to LooH, but they kind of flipped one day lol

While we’re on the topic

⚡️Locked out of Heaven - 12681 - The first map I actually took the time to learn the choreo for. Just need to figure out the tracking ig-

⚡️10.000 Luchtballonnen - 12810 - A dutch (Belgian technically) song. Probably the best K3 song on + and maybe even on unlimited.

⚡️Judas - 12699 - Come on, it’s Judas. Can you blame me for being proud.

⚡️Rasputin - 12699 - This is just what my (lack of) rizz has come to. Also may I refer back to the coordination disorder.

⚡️Levitating - 12566 - Si’Ha Nova my beloved 🫶

⚡️Can’t Tame Her - 12536 - LittleSiha, need I say more

⚡️Beggin’ - 12498 - I started out with consistently 3 starring this song and here we are now. Improvements people.

⚡️Disco Inferno - 12275 - I don’t care that its an easy difficulty: I have played this song exactly once. Let me be proud of my beginners luck.

🩵 The super stars (aka maps I am learning or am just mid at) 🩵

⚡️Therefore I Am - 11832 - This map takes a lot of coordination and balance that I do not have.

⚡️Physical - 11733 - As someone who was not active what so ever at the beginning of the year, being this decent at a map like this one is just pretty rewarding

⚡️Canned Heat - 11728 - It’s a Wanderlust song what can I say, we don’t mix well-

⚡️Dark Horse - 11344 - My friend had JD2015 growing up and the most I could get was 4 stars max when I used to play with her so this just heals my inner child.

⚡️Applause/Stage Version - 11307 - It’s an extreme. I am no where near properly touching extremes (like actually consistently doing them). Let me be proud.

⚡️Wannabe/Extreme Version - 11459 - Scored this while dancing against my Kpop friend. She knows the official choreo by heart.

⭐️ The 5 Stars (Songs I do every now and then and choreo’s I live laugh love without being good at them) ⭐️

⚡️Rock ‘n Roll - 10877 - I don’t know if it’s just me or if the tracking on this is just wierd but it’s the highest score I’ve gotten so far so I’m just gonna roll with it lol

⚡️Buttons - 10672 - This map is just difficult for me- idk why-

⚡️Bad Romance/official Choreo - 10521 - Slowly trying my best to learn this one. It’s hard.

⚡️Gimme More - 10421 - Agend D is probably one of my favourite coaches in the game but ngl this is one of the harder mediums imo.

⚡️Can’t Stop The Feeling/Danceverses Prince - 10051 - That I have beef with the smurfs choreo’s doesnt mean I can’t enjoy them and be proud of my scores. He’s just very fast okay-

Sorry for the long post again. It’s just a post I wanted to make for myself. Could I just have noted them down for myself? I already have. Sometimes you just wanna share stuff with the world okay? Before anyone says it 🤫 I know these aren’t the hardest maps out there. That doesn’t matter.

Again, feel free to reblog and flex your own scores. I love seeing people be proud of themselves for accomplishments!

[archangelsunited]

12, 13, 16!

Choose Violence Ask Game (Skyrim edition? Rolling the dice on this one. I am so sorry if this was meant as a star wars ask)

12.) The unpopular character I like and why more people should like them.

I think I can like any character enough, if they are written well. In my own works, I've had push back on Harkon and Madanach, so let me talk about my violent love affair with political nightmares. As with most things Skyrim, this is conjecture.

Harkon fascinates me, because he is an itty-bitty part of a vast daedric game that has been going on since the daedra have been in play. And he's been mostly silent player- while he was able to gather at least two elder scrolls. He's lord over the vampires, which means he's got to manage a large swathe of area, while being hamstrung for half the day. And I think he's good at it. I think he sends the right people to do the right job. He has the two ambitious members of his court fighting each other, and the competent members overseeing areas- where do we need eyes, where has something gone wrong. I think he looks at problems and finds solutions. I also enjoy the fact he has a terrible family life and that opens so many doors. He's also in a weird place historically. He's a funky little dude. He turns into a smurf (dm whoever came up with that, because it was hilarious) . He's evil, he's good at his job, he's nigh on indestructible. What's a funner villian to play with? Alduin? He couldn't last past the Merethic Era. Miraak? You either play the game of daedra or die. He ended up imprisoned for four thousand years. Please.

Madanach: From a purely democratic standpoint, the Reach already belongs to the Reachmen. They have the majority of settlements- and it looks like theirs are more populated. So any commentary on the rights of Ignmund or the Silver-Bloods being the proper rulers is, to me, null and void. Every single job you take in the Reach involves killing Reachmen. (Not including Peyite's quest and the Dragon roosts) Your job, as a mercenary, is to kill Reachmen. The guards job, it seems, is to kill Reachmen. The Jarl has decided, when he is giving the jobs, that his duty, is to kill Reachmen. Please consider this to be a sign that the Reachmen are being hunted and systematically killed. I understand a player could be offended that they shot the almighty dragonborn with their arrows (which are worse than iron arrows), but if an armed stranger was coming near my settlement with a weapon I would assume (I hope this isn't out of left field for anyone) that they were coming to kill Reachmen. So, Madanach, little cockroach that he is, survives the systematic killing long enough to take over Markarth. Then he waits in a dungeon for /over a decade/ and both handles the busybody Silverbloods and his fight for the rightful rule of the Reach. He holds onto hope for /over a decade/. I would have given up much sooner. Also, I think his speeches are really good, and that he seems like the sort of verbose person who you never wonder what they are feeling. This delights me.

13.) Worst Blorboficiation

Who to offend.... Who to offend...... Honestly, probably Farkas. (this does not apply to @elfinismsarts, whose fic makes me love Farkas in a way I did not know I could) Very sweet man- also ripped several people to shreds in front of you and sends you to go hunt vampires on your own for 100. 100. It doesn't matter if you are level one or level ninety. That is highway robbery.

16.) I can't understand why so many people like this thing

Aetherium questline. Just. All of it.

[theliterarybeldam]

Five Thousand Dollars?!

Found this in some old writing journals. I'm pretty sure it was based off a prompt? I made a note that Josh was based off J Cody from Animal Kingdom 🤤

I don't wanna say this is a fic....but it's something? Anyways enjoy, while I go rewatch Animal Kingdom because now memories are coming back!

J Cody x OC!Reader

warnings: pregnancy

Main Masterlist

“Oh god, I hope he’s okay..” Naomi whispered to herself as she cleaned up the living room for what seemed like the 5th today.

She was getting kind of worried about her boyfriend Josh. He was never really good at shopping by himself, but he insisted this time. It worried him to see Naomi walking around all the time at 7 months pregnant.

They had bought all the essentials already: diapers, baby wipes, breast pump, bottles, formula (though she would be breastfeeding majority of the time), and all the little knick knacks that came with expecting your first child. As well as gifts from the unavoidable baby shower thrown by Josh's grandma, Smurf.

The only thing that was missing was the crib. Josh and Naomi have been having a hard time with agreeing on one. Naomi knows the baby will probably be sleeping near them in a bassinet the first couple months, so she doesn’t want to spend a lot of money on a crib right now. Josh on the other hand has gone for the most expensive crib in EVERY. SINGLE. STORE.

Naomi froze remembering this as she grabbed a snack from the fridge.

“Shit.” She mumbled.

She had already dialed Josh’s cell when she heard the front door open. She walked over to the hallway warily, gasping seeing him dragging in a ready-made crib with one of the neighbors helping him.

“Thanks man, appreciate it.” he smiled at the neighbor before turning to Naomi excitedly as he closed the door with his foot. “Surprise!”

Naomi slowly walked around the crib rubbing her stomach gently.

“What. The hell. Is this?” she spoke slowly.

“Our new crib!”

She looked up at Josh raising an eyebrow.

“How much was it?”

“$5,000…” he mumbled looking away from his pregnant wife’s gaze.

“Five thousand dollars?! You have got to be kidding me.” She yelled walking away.

“Babe? Baby.” he said following her.

“You have 24 hours to take that shit back or you’re sleeping on the couch for the next 2 nights.”

Josh stopped walking and gaped at her.

“But it’s supposed to work super well….has a built in baby camera…mirrors since babies like mirrors…and a mobile that hangs over the baby or you can disconnect it and hang it from the ceiling.” He tried reasoning.

Naomi groaned sitting down on the couch looking at him.

“Take it back. You promised we’d get a simple crib.”

He sighed in defeat before nodding sitting next to her. It was quiet for a bit before Naomi gasped sharply.

“Are you okay?!” he asked worriedly putting his arm around her.

“I’m okay.” She giggled seeing him visibly relax. “The baby just keeps kicking the same spot. She’s trying to kick her way out or something.”

Josh began to rub the spot where the baby had kicked before freezing slightly.

“You said she…..does that mean..?”

Naomi grinned kissing his cheek and leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Yea you’re getting a little princess.”

“Damn I should’ve gotten the pink one then.” He mumbled, pulling her onto his lap and rubbing her belly softly.

He laughed to himself at his joke as she groaned irritated cuddling into her boyfriend.

“You’re lucky I love you.” She whispered as she fell asleep.

“Looks like we’re keeping it.” Josh mumbled to himself, smiling in victory, before carrying her sleeping figure upstairs.

[nbrook29]

but baby, it’s cold outside

So, I might have written a thing 🤭 Robbe’s photo related thing to be more specific.

Also on ao3!

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“Wow, who knew making a fire could be so sexy?”

Robbe heaves a long-suffering sigh and looks at the sky above him in hopes it gives him strength to deal with the dork also known as his boyfriend.

“Don’t you sigh at me, Robin, you’d agree with me if you could see yourself right now.”

The tone of his voice is enough to let Robbe know Sander is currently in his teasing mood and lives to rile him up.

He looks very pleased with himself when Robbe turns his head to give him an eyeroll, even more so when he notices the smile tugging at the corners of Robbe’s mouth. At the eyebrow wiggle he then receives Robbe stops fighting the smile altogether and laughs quietly at Sander’s antics, his chapped from cold lips cracking a little.

“Will you help me or you’re just gonna stand there looking pretty, huh?” he lights another match but it’s immediately blown out by the wind and he lets out a small whine in frustration.

“But you’re doing so good on your own! I can cheer for you though?” Sander’s offer sounds almost genuine but the blossoming smirk acts like a tattletale and yes, Sander is definitely in the mood.

And Robbe can’t even be mad that he’s a little shit because he’s a sucker for him and that smile and they both know it. So he just shakes his head in feigned resignation, giggling when Sander actually does start cheering for him, whooping and clapping his hands, and just being embarrassing in general.

It’s getting noticeably colder with the temperature dropping significantly since they left Sander’s house over an hour ago. There has been a warning of a blizzard coming to Antwerp this evening but it feels like it may come sooner than anticipated.

They went for a long walk in the afternoon to get a bit of fresh air and to enjoy the dearly missed for years snow after being cooped up in their respective bedrooms for days and days on end, cramming for finals (Robbe) and finishing up projects (Sander). The sound of fresh snow crunching under their shoes felt like freedom at last, both of them instantly turning into 8 year olds, threatening each other with snowballs and making snow angels, soaking half of their clothes in the process.

For the artist inside of Sander, the winter wonderland-like scenery was like a wet dream, his fingers clicking away on his vintage camera every two minutes or so, making their walk extra slow. Robbe didn’t mind though, being long acquainted with Sander’s artistic habits and indulging him every time he turned his big eyes on him to request them getting off their track a bit to take a photo of yet another thing looking awesome covered in snow. And then after every picture taking his hands into his own to rub his freezing fingers in order to warm them up because Sander refused to wear gloves. Granted, they weren’t very practical for operating a camera but still. Robbe had a very personal relationship with these beautiful hands so it’s not like he could just let them freeze off. It was basically his duty. The sweet smile Sander shot him every time he did it was an additional bonus.

They grabbed a coffee from their favorite coffee shop at the corner of Sander’s street but the wonders that the warm liquid did to warm them up has been long gone by now. Robbe is pretty sure the sound that’s coming from his left side is actually Sander’s chattering teeth so he doubles his efforts and after a few attempts he finally manages to make fire pit lit up. His boyfriend lets out a loud whoop and then immediately comes closer, wrapping himself around Robbe’s small body from behind and holding his palms above the new source of warm.

“You know,” he starts as Robbe pokes at the fire a few times and throws a piece of wood in it and letting it burn before melting into Sander’s embrace and warming his own hands over the flames. “I already knew I’m dating a skater boy but I had no idea I’m also dating a scout boy.”

Robbe snorts. “Lucky you because otherwise you’d freeze to death. I’m expecting your gratitude anytime now.”

Hey, he can be a little shit too if he puts his mind to it.

“Well thank you, baby,” Sander purrs sweetly into his ear, placing a kiss on the spot on the side of his neck currently not covered with scarf causing a shiver go through Robbe’s body, only partially due to his cold as ice lips.

He tilts his head to the left and presses a lingering kiss to his mouth, his eyes closing and knees buckling a little within seconds when Sander licks into him, his hands landing on Robbe’s hips to steady himself. It’s slow and unhurried, a bit uncomfortable given the position they’re standing in but it’s not like either of them actually cares.

They do care though when the darkish grey clouds over them decide it’s high time for some snow so they’re forced to separate, Sander letting out a sorrowful sigh, burying his face in Robbe’s neck and circling his waist with his arms, refusing to let go.

“Come on, let’s go before it gets really bad,” he laughs quietly when Sander shakes his head petulantly, his fringe tickling Robbe’s cheek in the process.

“I don’t want to,” he groans but after a few minutes he lifts his head slowly, surrendering. But then he dips his head again under Robbe’s jaw as if to test something. “Hey, you smell nice. Is that a new aftershave?”

“Yeah, you like it?” Robbe asks expectantly.

Sander pretends to think for a second. “Wait, I think I need to check again,” he replies before burying his cold nose in the hinge of his jaw. Robbe lets out a high-pitched squeak at the sudden coldness and tries to squirm away, giggling as Sander instead of letting him go places little (cold) kisses along his jawline. Once he manages to kiss every square of it he backs out with a triumphant smile, barely dodging Robbe’s incoming elbow.

“After a closer inspection, yes, I do like it, I like it a lot.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

Robbe tries to hide his smile, pleased with Sander’s reaction because he wants to actually keep his cool but he fails and Sander sees right through him, chuckling when he realizes the slight blush on Robbe’s cheeks has little to do with cold. Surprisingly, he decides to let it go and not tease him about it which Robbe is lowkey grateful for because it’s embarrassing how gone he is for him.

Before they leave the lakeside, they both take a picture with their phones of the now extinguished fire, or actually what’s left of it. Robbe is first to post it but Sander’s photo is better, obviously, his skills at tweaking it to look just right far more superior than Robbe’s. Once Sander’s done, he puts away his phone with a tongue-in-cheek smile and Robbe is already dreading what he’s going to find in the caption. He taps on the app icon and groans.

Fire made by my firebreather 🌬️🥶❄️☃️💙 #scoutboy

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Sander blows him a kiss, ignoring his scoffing as he entwines their fingers and pulling Robbe along to finally get them moving, the snow getting stronger the longer they stall.

Robbe forgets all about Sander’s embarrassing caption when he realizes they are still about 20 minutes away from his house and he’s almost soaked to his underwear. Sander’s in a better state than him, his leather jacket despite not giving much warmth keeping the snow from getting through, and so are his ankle reaching shoes.

They can’t exactly take a tram because the snow caused a huge gridlock, people honking at each other left and right with trams stuck in between. They try to run for a while but the pavement is too icy and it quickly turns out that one wrong move is going to cost them a broken bone. But Sander looks determined to get them to his house as quickly as possible once he notices Robbe’s soaked through clothes and his violently shivering body so they end up getting there in under 15 minutes.

Thankfully, his parents had left the heat in the house turned on before they went to the movies so once they cross the threshold they are bathed in a delightful warmth. They take off their shoes and jackets, but then Robbe lingers in the entry, aware of his dripping clothes and not wanting to make a mess at which Sander just rolls his eyes and drags him to the upstairs bathroom.

Robbe has troubles to keep his teeth from chattering and when he sees himself in the mirror, his lips are slowly turning a weird shade of blue so he peels off all the soaked layers while Sander turns the shower on, making sure the water is hot enough to stop Robbe from turning into a smurf. He has that deep wrinkle between his furrowed eyebrows and he’s acting like a man on a mission helping Robbe get off the soaked clothes and collecting a fresh share of his own for him to put later on.

“He-ey, calm down, I-I-I’m f-iiii-ne,” Robbe stutters out because when Sander gets all worried about him like this it’s best to squash that seed right away.

“Tell that to your lips,” he scoffs, worrying his own lip between his teeth. “Come on, get in.”

Robbe sighs and decides it’s probably best to just let him fret a little. He lets himself be maneuvered into the shower and then snorts at Sander’s unsure look on his face as he hovers near the shower door, clearly wanting to join in but not wanting to intrude.

“Ar-rre you seriii-oouus?” he asks, groaning in relief when the hot water hits his back. “What are you wai-iii-ting for, get in, you’re all wet too!”

That puts him in motion and Robbe laughs when he sees him shedding his clothes off in record speed, jumping on one leg when he tries to get off his wet skinny jeans, before joining him and pushing his face directly under the stream.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” Sander turns his head back and forth, letting the water wet his hair before he takes a good look at Robbe. “You’re feeling better?”

He delicately thumbs at his lower lip and the sweet gesture makes Robbe smile and give his finger a side kiss, then turning his head slightly to place another on the center of his palm.

“Yeah, I think circulation is back,” he jokes, wiggling his toes.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s my fault, if I hadn’t been fooling around we would have gotten home before it got so bad-”

“Sander, shut up, it’s not your fault it snowed harder we anticipated,” Robbe looks at him with disbelief.

Of course Sander would blame himself.

“But-”

“No buts. Period.”

Sander doesn’t look convinced so to avoid any further doubts, Robbe stands on his tiptoes, looping his arms around his neck and shuts him up with a kiss. It definitely helps to warm him up faster.

“So like... no butts at all?”

Robbe blames it on the almost-hypothermia that it takes him a few seconds to get the joke.

“Oh my god you’re unbelieveable,” he laughs into his finally smiling mouth and deepens the kiss, Sander’s wandering hands effectively erasing any cold-related feeling from his mind.

[mai-the-crow]

TW: CHILD ABUSE AND F-SLUR USED

song this is based off: Luka, by Suzanne Vega.

this is in second person, but it's not a self-insert. narrator is a woman around susan's age that lives in a small apartment building with thin walls.

dedicated to all the people that heard my parents, my brother, and i screaming while we lived in an apartment building

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32560975

My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before

You know the Mayfields. They live directly above you. The Hargroves moved in with Susan about a month ago. From a trailer park, if gossips are to be believed.

Susan is a lovely lady, if a bit paranoid. You've had her around for lunch occasionally. She's tall in stature but small in personality. Her daughter, Max, is a budding skateboarder and is snappy but sweet, like the bubblegum she loves to chew.

You don't know the Hargroves as well, yet. Billy seems to be a very polite young man, despite his rebellious looks. He's a bit flirty though, which concerns you. He's only in middle school. Neil is a veteran, from 'Nam, and looks stern. He's always ordering Billy around, but is kind to Max.

If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was

You're starting to hear odd thumps and yelling coming from upstairs. At first, you chalk the thumps up to Susan and Neil being newlyweds and doing... the thing. And the yelling is probably just from a normal fight. You think you heard a man yelling "faggot," but you're not sure. After all, when you were a teenager, you fought with your parents often.

Then you see Billy the next day, and he's got a black eye and is moving stiffly. What Neil's doing isn't right, you know that, but it's none of your business how a man disciplines his son. So you don't ask, you don't tell.

I think it's because I'm clumsy I try not to talk too loud Maybe it's because I'm crazy I try not to act too proud

Neil catches you looking at a split on Billy's lip one afternoon, and nudges Billy. He walks up to you with a charming smile. "How are you, ma'am?"

"I-I'm fine, thank you. How are you?" you say, still focused on the bloody split.

"Fine, fine. Walked into a locker today at school, though. Lip's still a bit sore." It's hard to tell that he's lying. He must have practice. The thought sickens you.

"That's unfortunate, Billy. Hope you recover soon. It was nice seeing you and your dad today, but I've got to go."

He's already turning around, and tosses a "See ya" over his shoulder.

They only hit until you cry And after that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore

You've made a new recipe for a pie, and decide to share it with Susan. She's been down a little, recently, and you remember that she always enjoyed making sweets with Max. As you near the door of their apartment, you start hearing something. A voice.

"Sorry, sir- I'm sorry, dad! Please-"

You walk back downstairs. It doesn't seem like the best time, right now.

Maybe you'll come back later, and Neil will open the door, and you'll see his split knuckles. You'll see the belt draped over the couch, speckles of blood glittering on the metallic buckle, and maybe you'll decide that this is bad. Very bad. The evidence will be right there. And maybe you'll find the courage to tell the police.

But you don't come back later. So you don't see, you don't tell.

Yes I think I'm okay I walked into the door again If you ask that's what I'll say And it's not your business anyway

You keep seeing him with more and more odd bruises and cuts. You could swear you saw welts curling across his back once when his shirt rode up. You try asking about it a couple times, thinking that it's not going to get you too involved with... whatever is going on, but all his answers are some variant of "Got into a fight" or "Walked into the door again. I'm just clumsy, it's nothing" with a sheepish smile.

I guess I'd like to be alone With nothing broken, nothing thrown Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am

You hear something shatter one night, and the next day, Billy shows up with four shallow, straight cuts on his calf that crisscross over each other. Another night, there's the sound of aluminium--like cans of beer--bouncing off something solid, and the next day, Billy shows up with a lump on his forehead.

You console yourself by thinking that Billy must've gotten into trouble at school. Billy must've talked back to his father. Billy must've gotten bad grades. Billy must've pulled Max's hair. Billy must've...

My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before

It's been half a year, now. Max is still sweet and still skateboarding. Susan is still nervous and still fills her day with magazines. Billy is still polite and still covered in injuries. And Neil... you really don't know what to think about him, now.

Noises still come from upstairs. The TV blaring news, the clash of pots and pans while one cooks, pained yells, Max indistinctly chattering, the cry of faggot!, the opening tunes of The Smurfs, that new cartoon that all the kids like, and the peculiar thumps.

You keep up the chorus of Billy must've, Billy must've.

If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was

Every night, just like clockwork, the thumps start. Thump. A cry. Thump. A plea. Thump. Thump. Thump.

But you don't ask, you don't tell. What use would it do anyways? And you really don't want to get involved in some long, complex investigation. Neither does anyone else, it seems.

It's not your problem, anyways.

They only hit until you cry And after that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore

It's been four years since the Hargroves moved in with the Mayfields.

Something happens in Apartment 204, the one right above Apartment 104. No one knows what, but the screams were louder and went on for longer than usual. And the roar of faggot! is clearly heard. Then sirens sound, and take the battered boy away in an ambulance. The gossips talk about how the father spun a tale about how he had found his son crumpled in the doorway, bloodied and bruised. It's a weak lie, and everyone knows it.

But it's none of their business how a man disciplines his son. Never has been.

The family moves away--to Indiana, the gossips squeal--two weeks later, as soon as their son is discharged from the hospital.

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The longtime residents of the apartment building are gathered together in your kitchen, playing cards. The radio's on, and a song that feels oddly familiar to them starts playing. "My name is Luka. I live on the second floor."

You know that everyone is thinking of Billy, sauntering up to the ladies, wary around the men, but shaking their hand all the same, saying "My name is Billy. I live on the second floor."

[lovemesomesurveys]

The Blue Survey by joybucket 

Is blue your favorite color? I like various shades of blue. Name three people you know who's favorite color is blue. My dad, brother, and aunt. Name three people you know who have blue eyes. My dad, my Nana, and Alexander Skarsgard (I don’t know him, but shh). Do you have blue eyes? No, I wish. How many oceans have you been to? Just one.

What is your favorite thing to do at the beach? Sit near the water and just zone out, listening to and watching the waves crash in and out and feeling the nice, cool ocean air. What is your favorite thing to do in a swimming pool? I don’t like to go swimming. Where were you the last time you had a blue raspberry slushee? I was getting them a lot last summer from Taco Bell. List ten words that rhyme with "blue." Clue, due, glue, adieu, drew, flew, crew, pursue, screw, withdrew. Do you know what the phrase "once in a blue moon" means? Yes. Do you ever use the phrase "once in a blue moon"? Yeah, sometimes. Name a song with the color blue in the title. ”I’m Blue” What is one way to cheer yourself up when you're sad? A beach trip is always nice. Too bad I can’t do that very often. Name something you like to eat that is blue. Stuff with blueberries like muffins, donuts, and waffles. Do you like bleu cheese? Nooo. Name five things you like about looking up at the sky. The clouds, the stars, the moon, the sunset, the darkness. Name five things you own that are blue. Bedsheets, colored pencils, pens, a blue gnome, scrunchie. Has blue ever been one of your school colors? Yes. Do you know anyone who can't tell the difference between blue and green? Not that I know of. What is your favorite shade of blue? I like various shades. What is your least favorite shade of blue? *shrug* Have you ever been to a Blues Festival? No. Do you enjoy listening to bluegrass music? Nah. Name 3 business or store logos that are blue. Walmart, Best Buy, and Facebook. Do you know why facebook's logo is blue? No. When was the last time you had a blueberry scone ? I’m not a scone person. What are three things you associate with the color blue that haven't been mentioned? Smurfs, Blue’s Clue’s, and sapphire. Have you ever lived in an apartment complex that was blue? No. Have you ever lived in an apartment complex that wasn't blue? No. Have you ever lived in a blue house? Nope. Have you ever had a blue car? I’ve never had a car, period. My brother has a blue car, though. What shade of blue do you think looks best on you? I don’t think I look good in anything. Do you know what the color "periwinkle" is? Yes. Would you say teal has more blue in it or more green it? Green. Do you call teal "teal" or do you call it "blue" or "turquoise"? These are all 3 different colors. Do you know the difference between turquoise and teal? Yes. Did you ever watch Blue's Clues when you were younger? Yes. What is your favorite article of clothing that you own that is blue? I don’t have one. Name three things in your room that are blue. My hamper, a bag of chips, and a highlighter. Do you know anyone who doesn't like the color blue? I’m sure. Name three countries that have blue in their flag. USA, Sweden, and Iceland. If you live in the US, does your state have blue in its flag? Nope. This or That Which do you prefer: navy blue or royal blue? Royal blue. Turquoise blue or ash blue? Turquoise blue. Blue Gatorade or blue lemonade? Blue Gatorade. Blueberry scone or blueberry pie? Neither. Blue raspberry slushee or blueberry tea? Slushee. Cobalt blue or baby blue? Baby blue. Blue jeans or blue jeggings ? Blue jeans. Do you like... blueberry muffins? blueberry scones? blueberry pancakes? blues music? bluegrass music? blueberry pie? blue raspberry slushees? Blue Gatorade? blue skies? blue lemonade? blueberry tea? blueberry smoothies? blueberries? blue jello? blue frosting? bluebirds? blue jeans? the ocean? swimming? shopping at Walmart? browsing through your Facebook newsfeed? winter? blue raspberry sherbet? Superman ice cream? Superman? The Smurfs? That's all. I hope you have an awesome day and don't feel blue! :)

[suituuup]

I’ve got a prompt. Established Bechloe, one of the girls suggests doing a passion painting kits for couples and frame it as an inside joke at their big house. The one who suggests it it’s obviously embarrassed but it turns out to be a really passionate activity 😅 Write it if you can, your work is amazing :)

the bob ross of sex painting

Rating: E

Word count, 1,7k

ao3 link

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 Chloe

  Wanna stay in instead of going out with the girls tonight? I bought us a little something...    😏

 Beca’s attention is pulled away from the meeting as her phone lights up with the incoming text, and she nearly chokes on the water she just sipped from her bottle.

 “You alright, Beca?” Her boss asks, pausing in his speech as Beca nearly coughs up her lungs.

 “Yep,” she manages, her face flaring from both nearly choking to death and the imagery of Chloe wearing the little something she just bought. “Yep. I’m cool. Went down the wrong pipe.”

 She shoots her wife a quick text once the meeting ends, wishing she could just head home right now.

 Beca

 Hell yeah. Be home around 7. Love you.

 “Chlo?” She calls out when she steps through their front door around seven, dropping her keys into the bowl by the entrance and shrugging off her jacket.

 She’s picked up dinner on the way home; sushi from Chloe’s favorite place.

 “In the kitchen!”

 Smiling, Beca toes off her shoes and tucks them away in their specific spot before padding across their large living room towards the kitchen. They bought this brownstone in Brooklyn when Beca signed with Virgin Records, halfway between her studio and Chloe’s clinic. It’s got two living rooms, a large kitchen and dining room, an office, three bathrooms and four bedrooms upstairs that they intend on filling in the years to come.

 For now though, they’re perfectly content enjoying married life before they start a family.

 “Hello,” she mumbles into Chloe’s neck as she wounds her arms around her waist from behind.

 “Hi,” Chloe murmurs, leaning back against her. “How was work?”

 “Mm, okay. My devil of a wife made the afternoon seem pretty long though,” she says, brushing a series of kisses along the side of Chloe’s neck.

 Chloe giggles. “Whoops?” She turns in Beca’s arms and captures her lips in a proper, if not slightly more heated hello kiss than usual. “Missed you.”

 It kind of blows Beca’s mind how they’re still in the honeymoon phase two years and a half after their wedding. Don't get her wrong; they argue here and there, but it’s pretty much been domestic bliss.

 “I can tell,” Beca husks with a smirk, her head slightly spinning from that kiss. She runs her palms up and down Chloe’s sides. “Missed you, too. So what did you buy?”

 Chloe laughs. “Eager much?” She slides out from Beca’s embrace to walk to the kitchen island, grabbing the plastic bag laying on the surface.

 Furrowing her brow, Beca takes it and pulls out the tube. “Love is Art?” She reads the inscription in a perplexed tone, her gaze flickering back to Chloe.

 “It’s a passion painting kit,” Chloe answers with a grin.

 “A… passion painting kit,” Beca drawls out, her confusion only growing. “Okay?”

 Chloe chuckles. “Basically, we cover each other in paint and… do it.” She nods towards the tube. “On that canvas.”

 Beca’s eyebrows fly up at that. That sounds… messy. “Huh?”

 Chloe nods again. “We’re gonna be the Bob Ross of sex painting. I bought blue and gold for, y’know, Bellas colors. Wanna try tonight?”

 Still utterly confused, Beca purses her lips. “I thought the thing you bought was a sex toy.”

 “Oh, that too. It’s already upstairs, sanitized and everything. The one you’ve been looking at online.”

 Beca feels her face heat up, which draws another chuckle for her wife. “O-okay. Cool. Cool cool cool. Let’s… have sex with paint.” Realizing how that sounds, she quickly adds. “On us.”

 They enjoy dinner first, along with one too many glasses of wine, and are both pleasantly buzzed by the time they decide to give the project a try. Chloe is clearly excited about it and while Beca’s still a bit dumbfounded by the whole thing, she’s curious to see the end result. She heads upstairs a few minutes after Chloe to find her spreading out the paper canvas on the floor, over a large plastic sheet that she supposes protects the carpet underneath from any paint splatters.

 “Need any help?” She asks, amusement leaking through her tone.

 “Nope!” Chloe straightens and pads over, setting her hands on Beca’s hips. “Hi.”

 “Hello wife,” Beca husks, the thought that the paint might never come off afterwards and they might forever look like smurfs dissipating as soon as Chloe looks at her like that. She cranes her neck, crushing the slight height difference between them to capture Chloe’s lips in a slow, deep kiss.

 Chloe hums, opening her mouth further to skim her tongue over Beca’s bottom lip.

 Inhaling through her nose, Beca lets her hands slide up Chloe’s back, pushing their bodies closer.

 Their make out session quickly turns hot and heavy thanks to their yearning following a busy week without much sex, and pieces of clothing soon add on to a pile on the floor.

 “Am I wearing it or are you?” She murmurs into Chloe’s ear. Their new skin tone strapless strap-on sits on the bed, ready for use.

 “You know you want me to wear it,” Chloe rasps with a light laugh. “But paint first.”

 “Paint. Right.” Beca gives her wife a salute and grabs the tubes, smearing some blue across Chloe’s chest, then gold. It’s sloppy and messy, but they manage to get themselves mostly covered.

 Chloe squirts the last of the paint directly on the canvas next, then looks at Beca expectantly.

 “Go on, I want your cute butt print on it,” she says, grinning while Beca rolls her eyes.

 Beca gathers her hair up in a bun and yelps as she sits down on the canvas. “Fuck it’s cold.”

 “Don’t squirm, you’ll mess it up!” Chloe cries with another laugh.

 “Stop being so bossy!” Beca cries back, glaring at her as she reclines on her elbows. “Now get      your     butt over here.”

 Chloe giggles, applying some lube on the appendage before she kneels at the bottom of the canvas and hovers above Beca. She kisses her lightly, the tip of the strap on bumping against Beca’s clit and pulling a groan from her.

 “I love fucking you with this,” Chloe rasps into her ear, taking the lobe between her lips and suckling. While Beca was unsure about them being able to set the mood with this whole paint scenario, those words definitely make her arousal soar. “You’re ready for me baby?”

 “Mhm-mhm,” Beca breathes, kissing Chloe languidly as she grips the base of the strap on, giving it a light tug and swallowing Chloe’s moan. She guides the tip to her entrance, her hand moving to Chloe’s hip and squeezing to get her to tilt them forward. The length of the toy easily slides in, its tip reaching a heavenly spot inside her that makes her vision blur for a second. “Holy shit.”

 “Good?” Chloe asks, pausing in her motions.

 Her head bobs up and down. “Fuck, yeah.”

 Their noses bump together as Beca fuses their lips in a sloppy kiss, her hand leaving a blue imprint on Chloe’s cheek. Chloe starts with a slow rhythm, alternating between long strokes and rotating motions of the hips, effectively working Beca towards her peak without rushing her to it and extending her pleasure.

 “Let’s switch it up,” Beca suggests after a little while, pushing a quick kiss to Chloe’s lips and waiting for her to pull out and roll on her back before she shifts to straddle her hips.

 One of Chloe’s hands wraps around Beca’s left breast, giving it a generous squeeze as Beca slowly lowers herself on the dildo. She tosses her head back, tilting her hips forward and back while keeping her gaze locked on her wife’s.

 Chloe whimpers, her hands possessively gripping Beca’s hips. “Oh my god, keep going.”

 Beca knows the motion repeatedly drives the other, shorter end of the toy against Chloe’s clit, and the pleasure on her wife’s face makes Beca never want to stop. She selfishly doesn’t want Chloe to come without her though, and resumes her vertical thrusts, steadily picking up in rhythm as minutes tick by. The oily paint makes her knees a bit slippery every time she pushes onto them, but she’s too far gone to really give a fuck about her precarious balance.  

 “Fuck baby, I’m close,” she croaks out, her fingers curling into the canvas for lack of something better to hold onto as she feels herself nearing her release.

 “Me too,” Chloe rasps, pushing on her arms and sitting up, wrapping them around Beca’s waist and pushing a sloppy kiss to her lips. She drives her hips up and into Beca, that final thrust enough to send Beca tumbling over the edge.

 She comes with a hoarse cry, her nails digging into Chloe’s shoulder blades as spasms make her body twitch. “Holy fuck.”

 Chloe hums against her skin, holding Beca close as she comes down.

 “How do we get to the bathroom without making a mess, now?” Beca asks after a little while, huffing a chuckle.

 “They provide plastic slippers. Here,” Chloe stretches to grab the two pairs, handing one to Beca. “Round 2 in the shower?”

 “Hell yeah.”

 After a thorough clean and another round of lovemaking, they pad back into the bedroom clad in the matching bathrobes Beca’s mom got them as a wedding gift.

 “Kinda looks like we murdered Smurfette,” Beca muses aloud as she takes in their piece of art.

 Chloe laughs, bumping her shoulder against Beca’s. “I think it looks pretty cool.”

 “Me too.”

 “Where should we hang it?”

 Beca glances at her wife in surprise. “You wanna hang it?”

 “Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point of the whole thing.”

 “Not in the living room,” Beca grumbles. “Stacie will definitely know what it is and I’m      not    having that conversation with her.”

 “She’s the one who suggested it,” Chloe admits next, biting on her bottom lip.

 Beca groans. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the fact that Chloe and Stacie often talk about their respective sex lives. “Of course she is.”

 “We could hang it above the bed?”

 Chloe always has the last word when it comes to decorating their home, so Beca rarely argues.

 “Sure, whatever you want, honey.”

[sebastiansmistress]

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how he asked you out:

akaashi asked you out while you were both at the library studying for an exam the next day. you were in your favourite sweats, crocs, your hair wasn’t done. to put it plainly, you weren’t dressed up in anyway shape or form. you were a stressed out mess; constantly procrastinating and complaining. he of course, went out of his way to assure you that you were doing fine but it wasn’t working. he couldn’t help himself but laugh at you which ticked you off slightly; only making him laugh more. in that moment, akaashi realised that you were the one for him.

when he finally brought himself to pop the question after hours of studying, your tone completely flipped. you were a flustered mess because you felt the same way. ‘akaashi! why would you ask me now? it’s supposed to be a special moment!’ which is when he replied ‘but this is special because i’m with you right now’. you appreciated the sentiment but you still detested the idea of him asking you at that moment.

he promised he’d make up for the fact that he asked you out at such an inconvenient time for you but he said that it felt right in the moment. but he was over the moon when you said yes

your first date:

akaashi made sure your first date was going to be one for the books because he wanted to make up for the library fiasco.

it was early september, nearing the end of summer and akaashi wanted to savour the last days of this season. he asked you out to a picnic date where you promised to supply a beverage of choice while he handled the food.

upon arrival, akaashi greeted you with a hug that was pure and innocent.

he was carrying a picnic basket which stood out to you. it was very plain yet it was laced with a sage green ribbon and had a lavender plant intertwined in the straw. it was definitely akaashi’s style.

when you asked him about the picnic basket, he said it was his grandmothers. he told you the story about how she used it when she went on dates with his late grandfather. it was supposedly tradition for them to go on dates and use that very basket. ‘that’s such a beautiful story akaashi. i’m so sorry for your loss..’ he replied with ‘don’t worry about it y/n. perhaps we can carry out their legacy and make it our very own tradition’ . the sentiment was very sweet making your heart thump. you also yearned for a romance like theirs.

you both settled down at a spot under a very large weeping willow tree, secluded from everyone else. you brought out a checkered baby pink picnic blanket and set everything down. akaashi opened up the basket and revealed its contents. he had specially prepared bento boxes for the two of you and even packed additional snacks. it was perfect. when you asked him if he’d made the boxes himself, he smuggly said ‘yes i did’ with a fat smirk plastered on that pretty face of his. in that moment akaashi unveiled his self-approving side. the bento was delicious but you were too stubborn to admit it.

when he asked where the drinks you chose were, you pulled them out of your bag rapidly. you decided that ramune sodas were the most fitting for the date so you brought a whole variety with you. the flavours ranged from melon, lychee, strawberry and grape. ‘pick which ones you want!’ akaashi picked two; lychee and strawberry. he was clearly a man of taste.

after you both finished eating, he pulled out a deck of cards. it was only fitting for you both to burn off those calories by playing a competitive game of uno. ultimately, it wasn’t a very good idea considering you both were merciless when it came to any form of competition. even still, you were no match for him. he was the undisputed king at the game. he happened to be effortlessly good at everything; including uno! ‘y/n, i’ve never met someone as bad as you before!’ he made multiple remarks about how your technique was flawed and how you just weren’t good at playing the game at all. ‘oh shut up keiji! you’re clearly cheating!!’

after multiple rounds of uno; which ended with akaashi’s winning streak of 7, he pulled out two small canvases, an old book and a water paint pallet along with some glue. akaashi never admitted it but he loved painting in his spare time, along with reading old novels. so he decided to mesh the two things he loved the most: ‘okay, this is some old rinsed out book i had lying around, how about we use it to make something beautiful?’ he proposed that you both make small paintings of your surroundings while including sappy quotes from the romance novel. in the end, you’d both exchange your works and cherish them as keepsakes in loving memory of your first date.

when it was nearing towards the end of the date, the sun began to set radiating soft hues of orange and pink across the skyline. the view was a sight for sore eyes and as you both sat their admiring the sky, you noticed akaashi looking over at you, staring at you contently. you didn’t want to say anything so you just pretended like you didn’t notice but in reality you could feel your cheeks go bright red. you looked over at him and he gave you a reassuring smile.

as you both packed up your belongings, you were hesitant to leave. you really enjoyed your date and akaashi noticed that you didn’t want it to end. so as a cute gesture, he carved out your initials on the tree with the fork he’d used earlier that day. ‘akaashi.. what are you doing?’ you looked over at him, tilting your head slightly at an angle. he looked back at you and gave you a soft smile ‘marking our territory. this is going to become our tradition remember?’

akaashi escorted you out of the park walking with you; side by side. you two were very close to each other, on the verge of coming in contact. you walked together in silence and admired the views. that’s when you slowly felt his fingers reaching out for yours. you gazed back at him in confusion. ‘c-can i hold your hand?’ his voice was light and tranquil yet it was clear to you that he was nervous. you nodded in response. akaashi took you by the hand and led the way; interlocking his fingers with yours delicately.

akaashi’s love language:

akaashi isn’t big on the eccentric things in life. he’s never been one for big parties or going out to densely populated places. he’s very reserved and prefers to spend his time with you alone. you could be doing anything together but as long as you are within reach, he’s more than happy. some of your best memories together are in your livingroom, cuddled up watching romance animes.

he doesn’t say i love you very often but he truly loves you with all his heart. a way he communicates this love for you is by recommending books for you. he’s been a bookworm his entire life and his favourite thing to do after reading novel is giving it to you to read. on numerous occasions, he’d give you a book just for you to finish it within a couple of days. nothing warms his heart more than hearing that you enjoyed the book. he loved discussing ideas and debating beliefs after finishing the books. sometimes you have conflicting ideas which really expands his mind in a way he never thought anyone could.

another way he loves to show you he cares his by hand crafting you care packages whenever you’re feeling under the weather (whether that’s monthly due to mestruation, or when you’re feeling sad). akaashi’s other guilty pleasure is arts and crafts and over the years he’s gotten especially good at it. so another way he loves showcasing his love for you is by making you a basket filled with goodies when you’re feeling sad. he’d hand deliver them to your door like a gentleman and sometimes leave cute notes with them too. (all those romance novels have gotten to him clearly)

favourite memory together:

his first time saying ‘i love you’ was when you were both babysitting. you were babysitting bokuto’s nephew who was practically a mini bokuto who’d just discovered the skill of walking. he was running around, constantly knocking things over. this mini bokuto was a falling hazard on his own but he was a ray of sunshine just like his uncle. due to his wild mannerisms, you both made sure to baby proof the whole area to ensure his safety.

you left him to watch cartoons and you went to tend to akaashi in the kitchen. he’d hidden while you were both preparing dinner. this left you both in a state of confusion and worry. you were sure you didn’t see him leave the livingroom.‘come on little guy! you can’t stay hiding for ever!’ you called out. you scanned the whole house in search for the little munchkin, but nothing.

that’s when akaashi went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl filled with small fish shaped crackers. ‘oh, i see how it is, i guess i’ll have these crackers all to myself!’ he called out. that’s when the little smurf emerged from behind the couch with a bright smile plastered on his face. ‘BOO!!’ he called out. ‘there you are! you little bedbug! you’re getting good at hide and seek aren’t you?!’ you bopped his nose delicately and he giggled. you were relieved to see him. akaashi reached out to him and sat him next to him, while he snacked on the crackers.

the three of you ate together, played games and watched some more cartoons. bokuto 2.0 was very fond of you and insisted you cradled him to sleep. at this point it was getting late and he would’ve been very tired after a day filled with festivities. you yourself were exhausted and found yourself deep asleep. akaashi had just finished cleaning up and walked in on you both asleep on the arm chair. he admired your willpower when handling him and he grabbed the boys little owl ‘blankie’ and placed it above you both; cocooning you both in the fabric. he planted a small kiss on your forehead and that’s when he said he loved you. he was so overwhelmed with emotion and his mind trailed off; thinking of you two of you in the future, having a family of your own.

i hope you guys enjoyed these headcanons, it’s currently 3:35am and for me it was worth staying up late :)

i’m all for doing a second part or starting a new character but please tell me what you guys think of them!

[pixie88]

The Bribe

Chapter 10 - Together - Adam & Ellie.

A/N: Once again thanks for brainstorming ideas lovely @aussieez​ ​you are a star! I’m thinking of finishing this series soon, when I finally published it a few months ago after it being sat on my laptop for almost 10 months I didn’t think anyone would read it let alone actually enjoy it! So thank you for sticking with this A&E series I always love your lovely comments they make my day! This chapter is from both F!MC & M!MC POV. I’m so nervous about this chapter you’ll ever love it or hate it! ATM I am typing with only 8 fingers so I’m hoping I removed the mistakes!🤦‍♀️ I hope you like it! 😘

If you like it let me know or if you don’t still tell me why I won’t be offended!

I am only tagging those who have asked to be tagged in this series from now on as I don’t want to annoying people with tags. So Let me know if you would like to be tagged and if I missed anyone sorry just let me  know!  

Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.

Song: Alicia Keys - In Common The chorus in this reminds me of A&E’s blackmailing ways.

Word count: 2234

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Fluffy fluff, Angst & adult language.

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy!

F!MC POV

He hangs up the phone before putting the phone to his ear again, I jump down off the counter "Adam, what is it?"

He turns away from me "Nan, I just got your message"

"Adam?"

"One minute beautiful" he mouths to me.

"WHAT! You have got to be joking! I don't think so. I'll ask her hang on, Ellie have the police called you?"

I pull out my phone "I forgot to take it off silent, I have a missed call"

"Call them back and ask for an update on your case. Nan I've got to go. Will do bye"

I redial the number that called me "Hi, It's Ellie Barlow. I had a missed call from you. OK, thank you....Oh, so you've dropped the charges against her altogether?" Adam's face turns to stormy, I feel like my legs turn to jelly"Right, OK, well, thanks for letting me know" I hang up, my mind is trying to process what just happened, I don't hear Adam until he grasps my shoulders.

"Ellie? What do you mean dropped the charges?"

"Adam, they dropped the charges against her due to not enough evidence, some story she's given them about me being jealous because she's your ex, she....she even has an alibi saying she was nowhere near your office" my chest becomes tight "Adam, I can't breathe!"

"Hey Ellie let's sit down and take some deep breaths OK. Come on," He walks me over to the kitchen table "Now deep breaths in 1...2...3...4 and out 1...2...3...4" we repeat this until I've calmed down.

"What do I do now? They made me feel like I was lying!"

He lifts my chin to look up at him "Hey, we will sort this when we get home, I promise you. For now there isn't anything we can do so let's just enjoy our time away forget about it"

I smile softly "You're right, Do you think your parents will mind if we stay one more day I don't want to go back yet. I know you have work..."

He pulls me towards his chest "Hey! I'm call Rob explain he won't mind. If you need another day then that's what you will get. Plus I think mum will be over the moon we're staying an extra day" I hear him chuckle.

~*~*~*~

"Ellie, Wakey-wakey!"

I stir "Hmm?"

"There's my beautiful wife, come on we're going to bed late," I look at him confused "While you've been snoring me, Mum and Dad came up with something to do today. Something you said you've wanted to do in the past"

"What? Go back to sleep a little while longer?!" I put the duvet over my head blocking out the light.

I feel his knees sink into the mattress either side of me "Hey Come on, get up" he pulls the duvet away.

I look up at him hovering over me "Can't we just spend the day in bed?"

He leans in to kiss my cheek "As much as I would love that, no, not today. Now get up lazy bones before I make you?"

Before I can ask what he means he starts tickling me, "Ahhh!" I shriek "OK, OK I'll get up"

"Thought you might" he smirks.

~*~*~*~

"ARCHERY? We are doing archery? Is it safe to do?"

"Hey, do you really think I would let my pregnant wife do something that wasn't safe?"

"I suppose not" I roll my eyes.

"Its safe as long as you don't step in front the fired arrows"

I snort "Well, duh. But I say let's make this interesting"

He raises his brows "How?"

"The loser is at mercy to the winner?"

"OK, if I win I want you to wear nothing to bed tonight"

I chuckle "Shh! Your patents will hear!"

He looks over at them "Their busy talking to the instructor. Chosen your prize?"

I pretend to think for a minute "Yours is just obvious, but mine will be you have to say yes to anything I ask you to do today!"

His smile drops "What?!"

I wink "What? You wish you had thought of that? Or are you scared"

"Nope! Bring it on beautiful!"

We are on our second rounds Adam has 7 points I got 9 and just scored another 10 "I thought you said you haven't done this before Ellie?"

He takes his second go and scores an 8 "I haven't! I've only done it on the Wii sports!"

He laughs, "You're telling me that I am losing to someone who learned to play on a computer game?!"

"Well you can give up now"

"Not over until it's over baby"

I take my turn and score a 10 "There isn't any point of taking my last go. I've lost!"

"Aww, come on Adam you might win" I laugh. He takes his go and hits a 10 "Well done! Mister"

His arms wrap around me "Looks like I'm your Yes man for the day. What's your first request?"

"Hmm, let me think....kiss me?"

He doesn't answer instead his lips crash to mine "If your request are like this I'm going to have as much fun as you"

"Hey you two have you finished?" Al calls over.

Adam pulls his lips away from mine, his gaze still on mine giving me butterflies "Yes, Dad, we are done"

"Who won?" Nina calls over as they make their way over to us.

I turn in their direction "I did!"

"Yes, well done Ellie! I won too!" Nina hand slaps against mine as we high five.

"We have a cocktail making at home Ellie I found some alcohol free cocktail recipes for you," she pulls me along with her towards the car.

~*~*~*~

"Ellie, I am not drinking that!" he pushes the glass back towards me.

"Oh, come on I made it especially for you. and I'm asking you to. You have to say yes"

"But it looks like vomit! What is it?"

I push it back towards him "It raspberry mojito. The floaty bits in there are raspberries I crushed as we didn't have raspberry puree. Now drink"

He rolls his eyes "Fine" he takes a sip "It's not to bad actually"

"Told you! Now let me make you a blue lagoon!" 

"Be careful Adam it looks like she's trying to get you drunk to have her wicked way with you" Nina is very tipsy.

"Nina!!" Al laughs.

"Hate to tell you but she doesn't need to get me drunk for that!" he winks at me.

"Adam!!" I blush, I end up making a jug for the 3 of them then another.

Nina is giggling to herself "What's so funny mum?"

"In the toilet I noticed something stick your tongue out" Al and Adam pokes their tongues out she laughs harder.

I'm so confused "What's so funny Nina?"

"Our tongues are blue. We look like we've given a Smurf a blowjob!" She howls, I snort with laughter.

"OK Nina, I think it's time we got you to bed!" Al starts lifting her up from her seat.

"Ooo Al are you taking me to bed?" she says with a flirty tone.

"Mum!"

"Oh come on Adam like you two haven't been at it like rabbits since you got here" Nina giggles.

"Nina, lets get you to bed" Al leads her towards the stairs. "Night guys" Al calls over his shoulders as he's ushering Nina up the stairs.

"Your mum is hilarious when she's drunk" I wrap my arms around his neck as he's sat on the bar stool.

"It's funny when it isn't your parents! But she is right about being at it like rabbits" he picks me up and pulls me onto his lap wrapping my legs around him.

I feel his beard tickles my neck followed by his lip "Not here Adam"

"They won't be back down" 

"Take me to bed"

He sighs pulling away to look at me "Yes beautiful"

~*~*~*~

M!MC POV

"Rob I'm just going to grab some lunch I'll see you in an hour"

"OK, mate" He calls back from the office. As I walk pass Bridezillas I spot it (I wonder if you can see it from the office?) I walk back to the office and you can still see it but just about!

I make my way back over to Bridezillas "Adam, Ellie isn't here today she's meeting with a supplier"

"Yeah, I know. Jess that CCTV on the corner is that Bridezillas?"

"Oh, what the one at the front of the alley? Yeah Ellie had them putting a few weeks after she moved in there one covering the entrance and there is another down the alley"

"Can I take a look at the footage?"

"Yeah of course" she does something on the laptop then hands it to me.

I take it to Ellie's office, I look through the video clips until I find the day it happened.

12.50 PM

I watch Laura walk through the door of the office in the top left corner.

1.03 PM

I see Ellie do the same.

1.08 PM

Laura leaves in a rush.

1.10 PM

Rob walks into the office.

1.19 PM

I watch myself arrive.

1.22 PM

The ambulance arrive.

"GOTCHA!" I send the clip to my email and save a copy onto the USB I have on my keys before closing down the program and handling the laptop back to Jess. "Quick question, have the police been in touch to look at the CCTV?"

"Erm..no they haven't, but to be honest its for the flat entrance not the shop so we kinda forget it's there"

"OK, thanks" I leave the shop and send a text.

[Meet me at the cafe in 10 minutes!]

I sit out the front of the cafe waiting with a coffee, I don't know what I spot first her pixie cut or the smell of her cheap perfume. "Adam, I was surprised to hear from you, have you've realized what a liar your wife is!" My blood boils (Keep calm) "You didn't get me a coffee?"

"I'll warn you once do not talk about my wife like that! Why would I get you a coffee?"

"OK, I see she still has her crawls firmly in you. What is it you want?" she hiss hurt.

"You to leave Manchester for good"

She cackles "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because if you don't, not only will you go down and you'll drag your mum with you. How do you think a 65 year old woman will survive in prison?" she looks at me confused "Giving a false alibi is a criminal offence"

"Still trying to pin Ellie's fall on me? Guess what! I wasn't there when it happened"

"But you had an appointment at five to one?"

"I did, but I was late by the time I got there, there was an ambulance there"

"I have proof to prove otherwise" I load up the CCTV footage as it's playing her face goes pale.

"Where did you get that?"

"My pregnant wife forgot about the CCTV she had installed. I guess she didn't realize it covers my office door"

Her face turns to fury "Why haven't you taken it to the police?"

"Well, we tried to do it the right way, and they let you go. Plus, if I take it to the police you'll get anything from 3 to 7 years but I want you out of our lives for good"

"So I'm suppose to up and leave because you say so?"

"No, but if you don't this goes to the police. Both you and your mum will go down"

"Then I'll tell them about this conversation and how you tried to blackmail me to leave"

I laugh, "I have no idea what she's talking about officer, I simply brought her to the cafe to ask her to say away from me and my wife, I knew nothing about the CCTV footage until my wife sent it me via email asking if it were enough evidence to prove she had attacked her. You see the thing about the police once you lie they don't trust a word you say after that"

"How can I trust you won't go to the police even if I do leave?"

"You don't! You just have to believe the fact I want you out of our lives forever is motive enough not to"

"But what if I need to come back for a family emergency?"

"Not my problem, but if you do step foot back here for any reason this goes straight to the police"

"Fine, I'll be gone by the end of the week" she hisses.

"No! Tonight!"

"But I can't just up and leave. Not with just a few hours notice"

"I couldn't care less. Tonight or tomorrow you'll get taken away in cuffs" I stand to leave, I bend down and lean in close enough so only she can hear "Your choice!" I hear my phone as I leave.

*1 New Message from Beautiful*

[Hey can you meet me at the house? x]

[Hi, yep see you in a few. Hope everything is ok? xx]

I head home once inside I see Ellie on the sofa "Hey beautiful, What's up?"

She looks up at me with a blank stare "I saw you," she doesn't look at me, her words are almost a whisper.

"Saw me?"

She huffs "I saw you with her outside the cafe. Why were you with her?"

"It's not what it looks like I promise. I wanted to keep you out of this, but we promised no secrets. Ellie I've sorted it she won't be bothering us anymore"

"What? How?"

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 11

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[callmeunstable]

Angels & Demons - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Characters: Reader

Summary: She finds herself in the middle of a unknown forest after falling asleep. It seems like a normal forest until she gets to meet a mystical creature that welcomes her in a different world.

Warnings: Monsters, Cursing, Blood

Words: 2.000+

A/N: Hey! This is my first fic and I decided to place it in the universe of the greatest of the greatest. Geralt of Rivia! I don’t know where this will go 100%, but I know it’s going to be interesting. 😄 The reader starts of in our modern world and stumbles into the universe of The Witcher. I take my information mostly from the books and games but my fic is set based of the Netflix series so it’s basically beginners friendly.☺️

Disclaimer: GIF’s and PNG’s are taken from Tumblr and are not mine! Credits to the creators!

Song:

“Two face, two face, yeah Black, white, left, right, yeah Up, down, all night, yeah Can't escape it ever Don't forget my name I don't feel the same On a trip, no train“

The music made her headphones vibrate. Probably loud enough for everyone around her to hear. If there was anyone. She was alone, hiking in the forest. It was what she always did when her anxiety got the best of her. The city is loud and dirty, squeezed full with people that never look around. Never realizing what was going on in the real world. At least what that’s what they called their reality. She always thought it was foolish to believe that they were alone in this big of a universe. Impossible.

Some stones here and there made her trip but she didn’t stop. She knew where she wanted to go and she didn’t intend to stop before she reached her destination. Kicking some branches out of the way and silently passing other hikers that greeted her with waving hand. She didn’t like the people in the city. All of them were selfish and money orientated. Of course, so tried to earn some money as a health center receptionist at her university but only to keep her head above water. Her focus was on her degree in medicine. She wanted to be able to afford a good life for her and her dad.

“And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm fallin' from Eden”

She slowed down and let herself down on the ground.  Pulling her knees to her stomach and breathing in the fresh air of the trees. The pollution caused by cars and all of these different companies laying behind her. Closing her eyes and trying not to fall asleep. Her insomnia got worse on hot summer days like these. The missing air conditioning in her dorm room made it even worse. Two hours have to be enough to function. She couldn’t wait for the autumn to start. For the leaves to fall. And the crowds to shrink

“So fuck me like a rockstar, dancing on a cop car Nothin' in the world can stop me now Fucked up like a rockstar, riding in a cop car No one in the world can help me out-“

Her music was cut short and her eyes gazed at the screen. The Battery was almost empty. With an annoyed groan, she took off her backpack searching for her power bank. The only good thing summer had for her was the power of the sun being strong enough to charge the battery of the device. Still having her headphones in her ears. Just in case someone stumbled across and wanted to have a conversation. The easiest way to ignore people without seeming too harsh.

Her glance went up, analyzing anything she was able to catch. The mountains far back on the horizon hugged by a thick layer of clouds that protected them from any unwanted attention. The distance colored them in a blueish gray tone that would capture a lot of people. At least the ones who noticed and wanted to have a peerless experience.

Some strange black orbs were able to sneak into her daydream making her once again face the consequences of her lack of sleep. Slowly blinking she took a look at her watch. 2 pm. Still early. She just wanted to close her eyes for a few more minutes. To help her find her lost energy. Just in case she set her alarm for an hour and put her phone in the pocket of her pants. - “Everybody said that I'm falling, uh Took another line, I'm calling, uh I'm so sick of the nonsense, uh I'ma dive into the mosh pit, uh I don't really think I'm the problem I don't really think it's a problem Me plus me is a problem One gunshot could solve 'em Tell my friends I'm sorry though T-T-T-Tell my sins to go. And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm fallin' from Eden”

The tones of her favorite song woke her up. Her headphones got disconnected while she was asleep. With panic caused by the rush of adrenaline, she paused the music. Taking a deep breath and enjoying the silence again. Her arms were stretched above her head and a yawn made it through her mouth. Slowly gaining back clear vision she looked up again. But something was different. The dusk was slowly setting in.

She failed to set her alarm correctly. But it could be worse, she wasn’t doing anything special today anyway. As she was standing up she looked for the mountains in the far, however, her view was blocked. Big deciduous trees rose in front of her. Maybe she fell asleep in a different place? A little far more into the forest? 

She got herself up and started walking her way back. At least what she thought was the right way. Somehow everything looked a little different. As different as forests could look like. The hiker trail was gone. Slowly breathing away her risen heartbeat she tried to focus. It’s just the forest how bad can it be? She always found her way out of it. She got lost a couple of times whilst exploring new paths but still. The air felt different. Not as heavy as she was used to. The trees were able to give her better oxygen as in the city but they just couldn’t hold all of the smog back.

Her feet automatically began to walk faster and faster as time went by and nothing seemed familiar anymore. She tried to find her starting point again but that seemed rather impossible right now. There was still a lot of light left but everything seemed strange.

She started to run. Jumping over the rocks and logs that blocked her way. As she was trying to bridge over the next log she wasn’t able to see the small lowering that led to her stumbling and rolling a couple of feet down. ‘Great, just great.’ 

Her thoughts were sarcastic, helping her to cope with the panic rising in her throat.

She looked up and let out a short scream. Some big bright yellow eyes were looking at her from above. They belonged to a child with pale blue skin. At least it looked like a child. She didn’t dare to move one muscle, staring at the creature in front of her.

It was barely as tall as a 9-year-old and it’s skin made it look like it was suffocating. A rough crown made out of sticks sat on top of its head. It wore some pants that had seen better days. They seemed to be made out of a cheap fabric that was ripped in several places. A green scarf was hanging from its neck. 

“Hello.” It could speak. His mouth was stretched to wild smile.

“It’s been some time since an ol’ villager got lost in ma forest. That was some fall you had. Are you alright?” Still staring at the creature she tried to get her words together.

“Ehm…yes I tripped and fell. I don’t think I’m hurt. Thank you.”

“Good to hear. So what’s your name? I’m James.”

She hesitated. She didn’t even know if this creature was human. She couldn’t trust just anyone.

“Alva. My name is Alva.”

“Nice to meet you, Alva. So what did ya run away from? Thought the Drowners were after ya.” Drowners? What the fuck are Drowners?

“Yeah so. Excuse me the question but you seem rather … blue?” She was scared to ask something like this but this little creature seemed friendly.

“Oh that. Have you never seen a good ol’ Godling? Because that’s just what I am indeed.” The little boy laughed and seemed to be happy to have found some company.

“That is a Godling?”

“You never heard of us amazing Godling?”

The little blue boy explained to her that Godlings are woodland creatures dwelling in burrows and moss-covered hollow stumps on the outskirts of human settlements. They are deeply rooted in their home territory and perform acts of care and guardianship to those dwelling near their burrows. They watch over people as well as animals, but, shy creatures by nature, they try to do so while remaining unseen. Godlings are drawn to joy and innocence, and so delight in the company of children and usually only show themselves to the young.

“That’s why I am talking to ya. You seem fun. At least you look funny.” The boy started to walk around her while lifting her flannel and poking her skin.

‘He’s the one looking like a tall version of a smurf. What is he talking about?’ Her thought rushes inside of her head, making her regaining the feeling of dizziness.

“So you’re telling me you’re some kind of magical creature as in Harry Potter?” The girl tried to order her thoughts by sitting down and trying to hold on to the facts the little guy was telling her. Maybe she was in a coma? Or dreaming? Possibly. These are the only explanations she could come up with.

“I don’t know anyone called Harry Potter. Is he a friend of yours?”

“Ok, listen up. You’re probably just part of my imagination so why don’t we have some fun while it lasts?” As long as she sleeping and lucid dreaming she could at least make the best out of it.

“Yes, let’s have some fun! I love singing, I love music! I heard some strange melody coming from your direction. That’s how I found you.” James started to do some little happy jumps and clapping.

“Oh, you mean this?” Alva took her phone out of her pocket and showed it to him.

“What witchy device is that suppose to be?”

“No magic. Technology. Let me show you.” She pressed on some Icons and song from earlier continued.

“So fuck me like a rockstar, dancing on a cop car Nothin' in the world can stop me now Fucked up like a rockstar, riding in a cop car No one in the world can help me out.”

The little one danced to the music and showed off some rather random dance moves. Spinning in circles, jumping up and down and throwing his hands in the air.

Still thinking of her lucid dreaming she joined her little Godling friend. Turning the music louder and louder they enjoyed themselves.

Until a growl broke the peace of the music. But both James and Alva were to focused on having von dancing to notice some strange noises. They didn’t hear it, down to the moment when the girl got hit by something sharp, making her fall to the ground.

“Don’t stop dancing Alva, you’re no fun.” The Godling still didn’t realize that Alva was sitting on the ground covering her bleeding upper arm with her hand. Looking up she saw the scariest creature she could’ve imagined. 

In front of her is standing a sickly blue or green colored human, with slime and sludge oozing out of every pore and the acrid stench of rot wafting off of it. No, that wasn’t a human.

“James! What the fuck is that?” The girl cried for help.

Finally objectifying the situation, James was hurrying towards the creature when it rose its arm for another attack.

Covering her face Alva started to realize that this is the moment she was going to die. You can’t get hurt in a dream. That is just not possible. Her arm was on fire, giving her a pain she never had felt in her entire life. This was real. Waiting for the next hit but it never came.

Slowly she opened her eyes to see only James in front of her. The monster not in sight.

“Where did he-?” Completely shocked by the situation and being unable to talk, Alva starred at the boy.

“Don’t underestimate the power of a Godling. Nothing comes between me and my forest. And since you stumbled in it you’re a part of it.” He looked down at her bleeding arm and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You need a healer. As much as I’d love to I can’t heal it.”

The words barely got to the girl. She was scared for her life. She never believed something like this could happen. But one thing she knew for sure. This wasn’t her reality.

“And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm falling from Eden.”

[randomsevans]

PAIN OF BEING IN LOVE PART 5

“CHRIS !” Minka voice rang from the hall , instantly making Chris take a step back shoving his hands  into his pockets . Leaving you grasping onto the side of the conter in shook and confusion . As you look back to Chris , all you see in his eyes is sadness and regret .

“but for who ? you , minka , HIM”

Minka came around to coner looking around the room utill her eyes met the back of Chris as he contuined to stare you . 

“oh there you are “ 

Chris turned around and pt on an innocent small , walin gtowards Minka , and place a kiss on you forehead , as your chest tighten at the sight 

“this is why you didnt want to be here , it hurts to much “ you reminded yourself .

“sorry , i didnt hear , you i was just getting so water 2 he said with a happy grin on his face 

“how could he change so quickly ? oh wait his a FUCKIN actor “you asked you self 

“with y/n ?“ your name was bitterly said by Minka 

“ oh i just ran  into her “ chris said as he tried to get Minka and himself out the room ,as he wrapped his arm around her waist 

“now that hurt , is he just going to ignore what happened , you dont even FUCKIN understood what just happened”  

just before there was about to turn around and leave “wait wheres your water ?” Minka asked clearly not buying it . 

there was a moment of silence , before Chris spoken up 

“ i already drunk it “ he said , She seemed to of brought it she nodded , closing her  and leaned up and place a kiss to chriss lips which he just stoped with his eyes open slightly looking in your direction . 

hurt was all you  feel , as well as being confused , your mind a mush , as you watched the pair leave , Just before Chris turned the corner his eyes soften back to sadness and looked in your direction , and lazy smile lied on his face as he turned away from you and kissed the top of Minka head 

Silence was the only thing that followed , complete slight , meet with a heavy breath you needed .

“ i need a FUCKIN drink !” you half yelled , half whispered 

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you had found you way towards scott bumping into every possible thing , personal , plant . You had been drinking none stop for the last hour and it was finally catching  up to you . you were in a mind of you own as the sky had turned black , and the people were slowly beginning to leave , Your head was pounding and you felt like you were on the edge of tears once again , You were confused , hurt , in pain , sad , depressed  , anxious , you name it you probable felt like it , all yu emotion blurred into one . PAIN ! and there was  no stopping it . 

why did chris get that close ? why was he so bothered / what is Scott playong at ? 

and just like that your drunken voice called out for your best friend 

“SCOTT !” You shouted the best you could your voice becoming out broken and sour form the alcohol . 

when there was no answer you shouted for him again “SCOTT !”

still no answer , everyone began to look at you like you were a mad women , when you were just drunk and wanted to go home . 

you become anxious you didnt know where scott was , how was you going to get home . he was the only one who was going to understand what was going on with you . You needed him .

you began to lean on a back of a chair , and stared at the ground as you began to slowly cry ,praying  that Scott would come back , if anyone was to look at you , there think you thought he was dead by the way he was acting . 

it wasn't until strong arms came around you shhign you , You calmed instantly as you head met his chest 

“Scott ?” 

“he went to the toilet “ the voice startled you , it wasn't Scott . 

you pushed your self away from Chris and stepped away from him . He frowned , he eyes full of worry   as you wrapped your arms around yourself 

“he will come back soon enough .. you know how he is , the life of the party , he probably got disgraced  “ chris let at a dry chuckle as he tried to lighten the mood , taking a step closer to you , while reaching for your arm .

“are you okay ?” he asked 

you felt uneasy being this close to the man that was hurting you so much inside because you love him , your arm burning to his touch a feeling that was all to addicting . 

you sighted for a second enjoying his warmth as you closed your eyes 

“never better “  you snapped your eyes open , stepping back .once again , away from him . He frowned again , but as well as worry , annoyance  grew in his  eyes 

“why are you keeping doing that ?” he snapped  his eyes fixed on the ground near your shoe before flipping back to you 

“doing what ? “ you asked feeling anger boil over 

“keep pushing away , not want me to speak to you , be near you , help you !”

“maybe its because it dont want you too “ you barked , anger showing in your face , that grew redder ,

his fist tighten while he looked at you , his expression slightly changed to one of hurt before anger two took him over . 

“why !”

just before you could l say anything someone tugged at your elbow you turned your head to see Scott with his eye fixed one you . As you looked behind him to see everyone , friend , family , neighbour looking towards you and chris . You quickly become embarrassed 

“lets get you home ya ?” Scott spoke slowly and softly as your eyes went back to him , glossing over . 

“yeah i think you should !” chris voice boomed in a vicious way . , your head snapped at him a s he stared at you with anger , one you have never seen before . 

“CHRISTOPHER “lisa came next to chris truing to come him down , he pulled him self away from his mother , and turned to you pointing his finger at you with a cold expression 

“and dont even think about coming to the wedding !”

you were in shook , you were going to explode at any moment ,  tears or anger was anyone guess right now 

“ i wasnt planning on it “ you spitted back , releasing yourself from scott and shoving past the Evan family heading to Scott's car 

i guess anger won !

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could you recommend your favorite wayhaught fics please? i’m also very picky about characterization

had to really dig into my account because it has been that long since i’ve properly read anything (i’m so sorry everyone, one day i will get my ass into gear to read and then you’re gonna get spammed by my crying comments). but some favourites: 

basically anything by @iamthegaysmurf - the characterisation is off the charts and honestly sometimes i want to take nicole away from the writers and give her to smurf... also she did a prompt for me which is utterly delightful: my thoughts are warm (and they go deep inside of you)

also @bootz-n-catz is very very good, personal favourite is harry potter au i counted the stars (and they led to you)

@odaatlover‘s high school au the things that scare us. i’m really not usually into this type of thing, usually i just can’t relate (and also i’m older now) but they sent me the preview chapters as they were writing it last year and it felt very believable for their ages

half the world away by haughtscot was a really fun au set on my side of the ocean for once 😂 very different kind of scenario but again, pretty good characterisation 

sincerely yours, m by lanamcrae is a very different paced au to the ones above, very mysterious and definitely got a little dark - i haven’t actually finished reading this one (i think i started it just as i lost my mojo) 

gonna give another shout out to @bootz-n-catz, i’ve briefly skimmed a chapter of their new fic when we were young, a sort of peter pan au, and already i am STOKED. i’ve bumped this up to near the top of my list for when my will to read returns 👀 (it will)

looking at those, they’re obviously mostly au’s. i think it’s harder for me to connect to fics set in canon with the show, because a lot of the time i feel very differently to the scenarios and such. but anyway, hope you enjoy!