#how long till i get canceled chat?

[razzydasombralover]

Showing my dum boyfriend how to use a joystick 🕹 (I'm a real gamer. For realsies.)

[aetlasx]

prologue

pair: eddie munson x witch!reader

summary: Ah, memories. You journal your first day of high school, but things quickly take a turn just a few weeks later.

tw: menstruation, pad/tampons, bullying, name calling (pls lmk if there’s anything I missed)

a/n: just stick with me lol. he’ll be in the first part. Also, this is an AU!! For spooky season!! thank you so much for reading!!

*the chat font is the diary entry and it goes back to normal at the end*

August 22nd, 1983 It's been a few months since i've written in this thing. I thought it'd be a good time to start now since I finally made it to high school!

You know what that means? Four more years till I leave this shithole!! Better than five. June was actually waiting by the door when I got home, she really wanted to hear every detail of how it went. I told her about my classes, I have Jonathan in two and Nancy in several. I told her how the school and people were so different from anything I was used to. But, it doesn't take her long to find something wrong with the way I think. She started with her usual warnings and advice, all the things I need to avoid, all the mistakes I shouldn't make. I know she's just trying to protect me, but it feels like she can never have trust in her little sister.

On the other hand, at least Teddy asked if I had fun. He's always been the one who knows how to lighten the mood, especially knowing how his wife is. He asked about my teachers and any clubs that looked cool enough to join. He even asked about Jonathan and Nancy.

Jonathan was definitely not as excited as me. He's quite, but he's always been that way.I know that his mom was excited for his first day of high school, she even convinced him to bring his camera. Right now, I'm trying to convince him to join the newspaper but he just shrugs me off. And Nancy, well, although it's been one–girl is practically glow. Within just 8 hours of the school day, she was able to meet a boy. She kept gushing about him and is pretty excited for the rest of the school year here. I'm genuinely happy for her.

Before June could add her two cents, I interrupted her with how I stopped by Aunt Claudia's after school to see how Dustin's day went. He was already sprawled out on the couch, 'exhausted' from fighting with his new math teacher. It had been a bit since I had seen them, I slaved away my summer at my job so stopping by, I felt grateful that they weren't even mad. I'll have to start hanging out with him again.

Anyways, I’m determined to make the most of freshman year with my friends. I’m ready to prove that I’m more than just a product of this stupid town.

Wish me luck!!

September 16th, 1983

I think I lied. I don’t know where to start…but a four year wait is too long. I don’t know where it all went wrong but it started over the weekend.

Sometimes I’d like to think that if my mom was still around, this wouldn’t have happened. Hell, June is like my mom, why did it happen. I’m talking about mother nature’s gift. It seemed as though no on thought to inform me that a girls first period would be this chaotic.

Nance and I had a movie night planned. I hadn’t really talked to her much, only in class, because her new boy toy or whatever—Steve Harrington, was taking up most of her time. I thought this would be a good time to just catch up and gossip, I was wrong. That Friday was horrible. I ended up throwing up, getting the chills, my body ached to no end. But I was still determined to make movie night happen, especially since June and Teddy were gone for the weekend.

As I was dying on the couch, Nancy finally showed up. But to my disappointment, it was only to cancel. Her and Steve were going out on their first date. I don’t know if it was how hot I was feeling or my intestines twisting, but black spots started clouding my vision. I just remember her screaming for Steve and once I knew it, I woke up in the hospital.

What I’m about to write, I’ll say with confidentiality…probably because I’m the only one reading this. Whatever.

A period is probably normal for all females. What’s not normal is having to go to the hospital and having your best friend’s boyfriend make fun of you because the doctor called you a late bloomer. I mean, she apologized but, if I could’ve just died on that bed, I wouldn’t be here.

Even June lectured me when I interrupted her weekend getaway. The whole ride home she kept complaining and saying ‘how could I not know’ and ‘you just gave us another unnecessary bill’. Like, sorry my baby’s natural response has ruined something for you.

Fuck. That’s not even the worst part. When Monday came back around, everyone was looking at me when I walked in. I know how cliche it sounds after what had just happened but knowing how popular Harrington was and who his friends were, he had already told the whole school by now. During gym, Carol and a few other girls threw pads and tampons at me. I got called ‘Bloody Mary’ and ‘Leak Freak’ in the hallways, at lunch, and anytime anyone had the chance. I tried to stay strong, I even hoped Nancy would say something to me during class or at least when she saw me but she just looked at me with sympathetic eyes. It’s just hard to believe that a few weeks ago, everything was fine. We were making fun of our teacher, gossiping with Barb, and even went shopping but I guess things change. Now when I look at her I’m just consumed with rage.

Jonathan has been supportive, though. The evening I got out of the hospital, he had actually brought over some of my favorite snacks and listened to me cry all night. Even when the mocking was bad, he’s stuck by my side. He’s told some kids to fuck off, walks me to class, and I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong but knowing that I have to wake up and go through it again doesn’t really ease my pain.

I feel like my chances of making friends and actually joining some clubs are ruined. When I try talking to some new, they give me dirty looks. When I go to ask about different clubs, they turn me away. I’ve lost hope. Thought this was suppose to be a fresh start but I guess not.

And just to add more salt to the wound, I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes and drift to away, I’m met with such an unsettling environment. The atmosphere is thick, groggy, red. It’s coated in fog, but a man I’ve never seen before always walks through it. He says his name is Henry, he starts talking about my worries and pain. It’s always the same—he says he’s ‘there to help me’, he’s there to ‘take away the pain because he knows what it’s like’. I truly don’t know what has caused my subconscious to create things like this but I guess I’m just tired of feeling like shit.

I don’t even know why I bother keeping a journal around. Sometimes I feel like I won’t even be here in the future to reminisce on the shitty days like this. Why would I even? I guess it’s just easier to write these things down than having to say them out loud. I thought I’d be able to make my sister, aunt, cousin, and friends proud, but I’m starting to think I’m just not cut out for this.

Closing the diary, the blonde places it back in the shoebox you hid it in. Pushing it back under your bed, standing from the place he sat. A satisfied smirk on his face.

He’d been following your turmoil closely, knowing that this was just the turning point. Your struggles were feeding into his plans. This entry was straw that broke the camels back—your vulnerabilities, your fears, and your desperations. It was almost too easy.

“Your suffering is almost poetic,” Henry said to himself, walking out of your room, your house, determined to take action now. He planned to finally confront you, to force you to acknowledge the full extent of what your destiny could be with his help—with what he had to offer.

[thefallennightmare]

För Alltid: Jolly Karlsson x OFC! Astrid-One Shot[JP Universe]

Pairings: Jolly Kalrsson x OFC! Astrid[Just Pretend Universe]

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut( unprotected p in v while Jolly sits in the computer chair, slight biting, slight masturbation, Jolly suddenly realizing he has a breeding kink)

Words: 4,011.

Summary: The rope that binds Jolly and Astrid together is bound to snap. Can they tighten it before it's too late?

Authors Note: I've realized we haven't had an update into this couple since Fika came out so I decided why not! A little insight into the JP world without posting the next chapter. Also, I didn't tag anyone because I'm currently working on my tag list.

ASTRID

With a soft yawn, I scratched at my stomach as I walked into the apartment, the bag from the pharmacy clutched tight to my chest. My heart beat wildly in my chest with the only thought in my mind was making it to the bathroom. Thankfully, Jolly wasn’t home so he wouldn’t question what was in the bag. Even if he did catch me, it wasn’t like Jolly would say anything. He barely spoke more than five words to me since this morning; since our fight. He left almost immediately after our fight with a simple love you and I hadn’t seen him since, which was almost eight hours ago

The fighting had been more recent, almost every day one of us would bicker about something. It was like this months ago when I was dealing with the aftermath of my fathers death. Jolly suggested I talk to someone, outside of our relationship, about how I felt about his death. I took his advice and started seeing Dr. Poulos, which helped immensely. Jolly and I were good again, our relationship was thriving like how it had been in the beginning; back when he came to Fika every day. 

I kept up my therapy appointments until recently. The last two weeks, the only thing I had energy for was working at Fika from open to close and then coming home to sleep off the exhaustion. Jessica and Tori quit, both deciding to move onto better things which I couldn’t hold against them. I still had Sean and a few other new employees but none of them were management material. So all the extra behind the scenes work fell on my shoulders. Jolly would come and help out when he wasn’t busy with Bad Omens but that wasn’t nearly as often. 

It was four in the afternoon on a Thursday and I had plans on staying at Fika till close but after getting sick, I decided to come home for the evening, not before stopping at the pharmacy. 

Setting the bag on the counter in the kitchen, I glanced around the quiet apartment and felt my heart sink when I still didn’t see Jolly’s Bad Omens sweater hanging on its normal hook. I pulled out my phone to check if I had any new messages. 

I had five. Four from the girls group chat and one from Jolly. 

My hands shook as I clicked on the one from Faye first. 

Faye 🩵🧚: I’m going to throw up. I’m shooting for The Ghost Inside tonight while Matt works their front of house. 

Tay 🍓: Meanwhile I’m going to cry because I’m looking at huskies for adoption but my apartment doesn't allow dogs. 

Y/N 🐦‍⬛: Don’t get me fucking started on crying. 

Tay 🍓: Shit. 

Clicking out of our text thread without saying anything, I clicked on Jolly’s text. 

Joakim ☕🩶: I’ll have dinner for us after you get home from therapy. 

Fuck. 

My therapy appointment was in two minutes but even if I wasn’t sick, there wasn’t any way I’d make it in time. 

Right, were you sick the last two times you skipped therapy?

Typing out a quick excuse to Dr.Poulos about needing to cancel for being sick this time, I set my phone on DND and let it rest on the kitchen counter. As I reached into the bag from the pharmacy, the front door opened revealing Jolly who wore his typical sweater and dark glasses hiding his eyes as I locked mine with them. His hood was pulled over his hat but his long hair poked out down his shoulders. 

“Shit,” I murmured when I noticed his shoulders stiffen. 

“You’re supposed to be at therapy,” Jolly noted with a deep voice. 

I rubbed my elbows. “Yeah-uh-I haven’t been feeling well.” 

Jolly took off his sunglasses, setting them in the bowl on the table next to the door, and furrowed his brows while resting his hands on his hips. “Is that the excuse for missing the last three appointments?” 

I blanched. “How did you know?” 

“Dr. Poulos’ office sent a letter home,” he held up a letter that was ripped open. 

“You read my fucking mail?” I seethed while slicing my eyes into him. “That’s an invasion of privacy!” 

“I had no other choice, Astrid! You’ve been keeping shit from me,” Jolly sneered while throwing off his sweater and not bothering to hook it up. Instead he let it rest on the back of the couch. 

I bit my tongue trying so hard not to have yet another fight today. Mentally I was exhausted and needed to remember what it felt like to be loved by Jolly. 

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” I blew out a shaky breath while running a hand through my white hair. 

The brokenness in my voice made Jolly’s stern face soften just a tad. “Karaste. I just want you to talk to me.” 

I scoffed. “Talk to you? Why would I when I try to, it always leads to a fight.”

“You’re lying to me!” His voice boomed in the space. “Are you even sick? You had no problem going to work all day.” 

Every word he spoke dug the knife deeper and deeper into my chest because while I didn’t look sick on the outside, I knew what was wrong on the inside. Jolly wouldn’t understand, not unless I told him what was wrong. I just needed confirmation first. 

I looked away from his assessing eyes and casted my gaze down at my feet, kicking my scuffed up VANS along the hardwood floor. When Jolly first moved in, he made the emptiness in here feel like a home. Now with all of our fighting lately, it was as if the love had been sucked out. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Jolly,” I held up my hands exasperated. “It’s not like you’ll believe me since you think I’m lying.” 

He crossed his arms over his chest and I did my best not to gawk at how his thick muscles clenched underneath his tight black shirt. Somehow with him throwing off his sweater, Jolly was still able to keep the black hat on. I let my eyes linger too long on the tattoos covering his left arm, up to the typical cross earring he wore, and finally over the dark facial hair that covered his face. He always made it look so good. 

I clenched my legs together hoping to curb the fire that festered low inside of me. It had been so long since we touched each other but both of us were too angry with each other to even think about sex. 

“Do you plan on getting back into therapy?” Jolly wondered. 

My lips parted but nothing came out because truthfully, my therapy sessions were the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. 

“I-I don’t know,” I answered honestly. 

“You fucking promised,” Jolly scoffed while running a hand over his jaw. "Everything is a lie. Every fucking thing!" 

The door slamming in the small confines of my apartment echoed causing me to jump, doing whatever I could to keep the tears at bay. I wouldn't cry, not for him. Not for Jolly.  Even though the moment he walked in the door, all I wanted to do was cry not only because of the constant arguing but because I missed him terribly. He was here physically but emotionally, Jolly was checked out. 

"Asshole," I grumbled under my breath, eyes boring daggers into the closed door of his office/studio. 

Well, you did lie to him. You've been lying to him. Keeping secrets.

Ignoring the thoughts plaguing my existence lately, I blew out a shaky breath and forced myself to turn back towards the kitchen counter.  The exhaustion had been buried deep in my bones for the last couple of weeks and I didn’t think it had anything to do with working almost every day. All I wanted to do was curl in bed to sleep the rest of the evening away. Even though Jolly's words from our fight this morning before I left for work kept pestering me. 

"I haven't thought much about the future. I'm trying to focus on now." 

I asked him in the middle of yet another argument where he thought this relationship was going because I made the mistake of mentioning how I felt like things were stale between us. Jolly didn't think of the future. Of our future. He only thought of the now. 

It had been weeks of arguing. Weeks of walking on eggshells around each other. Weeks of not having sex. And weeks of keeping a secret to myself. Now that I knew how Jolly felt, I couldn't decide on if I should continue to keep it to myself or tell him which could potentially ruin everything. 

The urge to cry burned in my throat as I snatched the bag off of the kitchen counter and locked myself in the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long moment, noting the dark circles under my eye and the dark roots of my hair indicating I had not only skipped out on my therapy session but my hair appointments as well. 

Averting my gaze away from the mirror, I dug out the box from the bag and nearly choked on a breath when I read over the letters once more. I nearly dropped it in the pharmacy when the realization began to sink in. 

Pregnancy Test. 

I had missed my period last month and it was coming up on when I was supposed to get it this month but with how I’d been feeling, I knew I wouldn’t be getting my period this month either. 

That night was a night where we had a huge blowout argument, both of us questioning if we loved another. Deep down we knew we still loved each other and it was wrong for us to question it. But both of us were stubborn so instead of admitting our love, we decided to fuck out our frustrations; Jolly dragging me to the shower with him as I wrapped my legs around his midsection, marking his neck as mine while his cocked slammed into me.. Afterwards, Jolly helped me to our bed and apologized for the fight as he held me against his chest. I took the morning after pill later that afternoon once we realized we weren’t safe which is why I was hoping the test would be negative. Maybe the reason why I missed my period was because of all the stress I’d been under. 

“Might as well get this over with,” I grumbled under my breath while ripping open the box. 

It came with two tests and I figured it would be better if I used both so after peeing on both sticks, I set them on the counter and washed my hands. These next five minutes were going to be incredibly slow so after I changed into one of Jolly’s shirts and opted out of wearing pants,  I paced the bathroom. I thought about maybe texting the girls group chat but knew with what Y/N was going through, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. I didn’t want it to seem as if I was rubbing it in her face if I was pregnant. 

“Shit,” I clutched my chest when the timer on my phone went off. 

As I reached for the tests which were overturned, I paused for a moment wondering if maybe I should have been doing this with Jolly. 

“If he wasn’t such an asshole,” I muttered to the thought in my head and turned over the two tests. 

My heart was in my ears, in my throat, and in the depths of my stomach when I saw the one word that sealed our fate. 

Positive. 

Both tests were positive. 

“Fuck me,” I breathed while resting a hand on my stomach, the tears finally falling. 

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that even though we were fighting, Jolly would be fine with whatever I decided to do. It was my choice. But would he stay with me? Bad Omens had been working non stop on touring and recording their next two albums. Hence why Jolly had been in a mood lately. I knew his anger wasn't directly related to me but because he’d been overworked. I also knew that didn’t give him the right to take it out on me. 

Pulling up Jolly’s text thread on my phone, shaking fingers worked out a text even though he was still in the next room. 

Me: I need to talk to you. It’s important. Can you meet me in the living room please? 

Joakim ☕🩶: I’m busy working. 

With a snarl, I snatched the tests off the bathroom counter and stormed out into his office, letting the door smack against the wall. Jolly didn’t bother to look away from his computer, one of Bad Omens new tracks on display, as I dropped the tests on the desk in front of him. 

“Congratulations. You’re going to be a father,” I snapped before turning to walk away. 

The chair creaked as Jolly leaned forward to gaze down at his desk, a soft breath catching in his throat. 

“Karaste,” his fingers grazed my wrist, halting me. “Wait.” 

“What? Are you going to claim I’m faking this again?” I snapped, slicing him with my gaze. 

“I-,” Jolly’s face softened as he looked back at the pregnancy tests. “You’re pregnant?” 

I let the anger fade momentarily when I heard the sincerity in his voice, the slight excitement. 

“Yeah, I guess so. I missed my period last month and I’ve been so exhausted lately. Not to mention my boobs have been really sore,” I cringed while running a hand over my chest. 

Jolly glanced up at my breasts with a small smirk but then he let his gaze lower on my stomach where it rested for a long few beats of silence. Fear of what he would do or say weighed heavy on my shoulders causing me to remain frozen in front of him. The air in the room was thick with an unreadable tension and the ringing in my ears was deafening. I couldn’t even hear our shared breathing as Jolly continued to stare at my stomach before his large hands rested there.

“Hi,” he breathed. “Jag är din pappa.”

Over our time together, Jolly had been slowly teaching me Swedish so immediately I knew what he said. 

I’m your dad.

I dragged a finger over his cheek, those amber eyes I adored so much gazed up at me underneath his black hat. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what, Astrid?” Jolly asked with furrowed brows. 

“For lying to you. For not going to my therapy appointments. For avoiding fixing things between us by working nonstop.”

I rattled off which made him link fingers with me and brought me down onto his lap, both of us now sitting in his computer chair. He rested his hands over my hip, slowly raising up the hem of my shirt so he could drag calloused fingers over my skin. It was the most contact we’ve had in a week and I leaned farther into him. His nose dragged over my jaw, breathing me in. 

“I’m sorry for all of the hurtful things I’ve said. I’m sorry for reading your mail when I should have asked you up front what was wrong. I’m sorry for locking myself away with work instead of fixing things between us,” Jolly apologized. 

Removing his hat, I looked deeper into his eyes, taking in the slight freckles on his face. 

“Can I be honest?” 

When Jolly nodded, I continued. “You freaked me out when you said you never thought of our future and now that I’m pregnant, I’m worried you’re going to leave.” 

“Absolutely not,” he cupped my cheek, dragging his thumb just underneath my eye to wipe away the stray tears. “I’ve never thought about the future until you came into my life, karaste. I might not express it enough, which is my fault but please know you’re in my future. Especially now.” 

His free hand grazed over my stomach and I nodded into the grasp on my cheek, leaving a kiss on the inside of his palm. 

“Can you promise me one thing?” I asked. 

“Anything.” 

Biting my lip, I spoke. “Can you promise not to propose to me just because I’m pregnant? I want you to propose because you want to, not because you feel like you have too.”

Something flashed in his eyes but Jolly eventually nodded. “Of course.”

While sitting on his lap, the chair continued to creak underneath our shared weight and I sighed, ready to get off which caused him to tighten his grip on me. 

“Stay,” he breathed in the crook of my neck. “I need to show you how sorry I am.” 

Quickly, Jolly’s lips were on mine in a leisurely kiss. It started off like how our first kiss did, like he was testing the waters again. I nearly sobbed into the kiss when I felt the love pour out of him. I’d been desperate to feel this way again. With his hands on my hips, he began moving me up and down his lap, the hardness of his cock pressing against the thin material of my panties. His name fell from my lips, almost immediately swallowed by his tongue as it explored my mouth, tasting me. 

Tattooed fingers slinked up my shirt to graze over my back before Jolly tossed it over my head and down to the floor, breaking our kiss. Lust bleed in his already dark eyes as he looked at my stomach, his cock straining in his jeans. 

“Shit,” he groaned while pressing kisses along my chest. “I can’t wait to see you round with my baby.” 

A moan fell from my lips as I exposed more of myself to Jolly, his teeth now grazing over my nipples. Along with my sore breasts, my nipples were extra sensitive. 

“Jolly,” I pulled on his shirt. 

He immediately understood and helped me work it off. Immediately my nails raked over the familiar tattoo along his chest as my lips met his again in a fiery kiss, this one more intense than the last. With a gentle tap to my ass, I raised my hips slightly so Jolly could drag down my panties with a bit of maneuvering. However with his jeans, it would have taken way more maneuvering on his part to slide them off completely. 

“We should move to the bed,” I suggested, breathless. 

Jolly shook his head, keeping his lips on the current mark he was working on my neck. “Absolutely not. I want you to sit on my cock while I sit on the chair.” 

Feeling feisty, I pulled away from him slightly to gaze down at him. “Really? This has nothing to do with Noah making it slip the other day how Y/N and him did something eerily similar to this.” 

He rolled his eyes with a groan. “Please don’t bring up Noah having sex right now.” 

When he motioned towards his unzipped jeans, I let out a soft giggle and then reached my hand in his briefs to grab his cock, already so warm and hard. 

“I’ve missed this,” I whispered, gathering his precum to drag it over the head. 

“Astrid,” my name came out through gritted teeth as Jolly rested his head on my shoulder. “I need to be inside of you. Please.”

Pulling his cock out from his briefs completely, I dragged it between my folds a few strokes before sinking down on him; both of us letting out a loud groan of pleasure.  It had been so long since we’ve felt this so I knew we wouldn’t last long. 

“Fuck,” Jolly strangled out while wrapping his arms around me to bring me closer. “I can’t wait to watch your belly get round with my baby.”

I mewled in response, mouth busy with leaving dark marks across his neck while one of my hands slipped between our bodies to press circles on my clit, bringing me closer to the edge. 

His cock twitched inside of me, indicating he was close when his hips stilled. “You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my kid. Your belly and tits-oh shit." 

“Don’t stop,” I begged while riding him faster this time, the chair nearly falling over. 

For the first time since I walked into the room, I noticed a soft tune emanating from the computer speakers, instantly recognizing the voice. 

“What if we got even for all the wrong reasons? What could it change?”

“Astrid,” Jolly’s voice now pulled me away from the song back to him and I brushed away the hair from his sweat slicked forehead. “I’m going to fill you up over and over again.” 

I nodded as the coil in my stomach began to ignite in a blaze of ecstasy, my orgasm about to snap. 

“I love you,” I cried out when my body finally snapped, arousal coating Jolly’s cock. 

With one final thrust, he followed me over the edge as he filled me with his cum and a breathless Jag älskar dig mer, karaste in the skin of my neck. 

I love you more, dearest. 

Falling into him with exhaustion, Jolly lifted me from the chair and carried me through our apartment towards the bathroom. 

“Are you alright?” He questioned while still carrying me. 

I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m okay.”

Setting me on the closed toilet seat, he turned on the shower and removed his pants while we waited for the steam to bellow around us. 

“First thing tomorrow, you’re calling Dr. P to reschedule your appointments,” he said while running a brush through my hair. 

“I will,” I promised. “I never meant to skip them. I just got overwhelmed with everything. Work, feeling sick, and our fighting.” 

Putting the brush down, Jolly kneeled in front of me so he could rest his hands on my thighs. 

“What do you say we get away for a bit? Just the two of us. We could head up to Big Bear. I know how much you loved it the last time we were there.” 

I nodded eagerly. “I would love that. Fika is doing so well that if I closed it down for the weekend, we’d still survive.”

When the steam began to gather on the mirror and stuck to our skin, Jolly helped me up to my feet and rested his hand on my stomach where our baby was growing. 

“I need to call the doctor to get an ultrasound scheduled so I can figure out exactly how far along I am,” I said while covering his hands with my own. 

“Tomorrow?” He asked with bright eyes. 

I couldn’t help but giggle as I led him into the shower with me. “I don’t think I’d be able to get in that quick. Plus it’s Y/N’s birthday tomorrow. Noah wants us all there by four p.m.” 

As Jolly set me underneath the stream of water, he reached for my shampoo and lathered it up in his hands. 

“We should probably keep this quiet, for multiple reasons,” he noted while working the shampoo in my hair. 

I hummed in agreement and settled into the tranquility of Jolly washing me first and then me doing the same to him. 

Even through all of the fighting we’d gone through recently, it was evident our love remained just as strong as the first day he walked into Fika asking for a black coffee with two spoonsful of sugar. Almost two years later, he still took his coffee the same way. Just like our love had remained the same, regardless of the fighting. While I was unsure of a lot of things recently, there was one thing I knew for certain now besides our baby growing inside of me. 

För alltid.

We were forever. 

[icycoldninja]

I’m sorry I just love this idea so hear my out: DMC 3 Dante X fem gf reader where they have like a really cute and fluffy late night call (basically phone pillow talk) cause y/n’s parents forbid her from dating Dante

Alright, here it is, extra fluffy! Enjoy! 💜

Secret chat (DMC3! Dante x Fem!Reader)

Giggling softly, you crept towards your bedroom door and quietly slipped out of it, padding down the hall to your parents' darkened bedroom. You pressed your ear to the door and listened intently for any sounds of movement or talking, but were thankfully only able to hear soft snores. Glad that they were finally asleep, you returned to your bedroom just as silently as you'd exited it and shut the door carefully before snatching your phone from your nighstand, leaping into your bed and sliding under the covers, a wide smile on your face.

Your fingers practically trembling with excitement, you dialed your boyfriend's number and (im)patiently waited for him to pick up. After two rings, you heard a click, followed by his voice.

"Hey, babe, miss me?" A massive grin erupted on your face as you eagerly responded,

"I sure as hell was. How are you?"

"Good, pretty good...been missing you a lot though. Folks still being hard-asses?" You nodded, sighing softly.

"Yeah. They caught me texting you once and threatened to cancel my phone service if I contact you again, so now I can only call you when they're asleep."

"Damn, that sucks. Can't wait for ya to get the hell outta there and come live with me...think of all the cool shit we could do together," Dante chuckled lowly, his voice echoing through the phone. "Could cuddle all day 'n night...no need to look over our shoulders cause we're free as birds." You laughed, adjusting your position and pulling the covers further over your head.

"I'd love that, but I love my parents, even if they are bit strict. I can't just up and leave."

"Yeah, alright," Dante sighed, though there was a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Should've guessed--my girl is the sweetest and most loyal chick to've ever lived." You felt yourself blush at the compliment, and unintentionally out a small grumble-whine. "Aww, what's wrong?" Dante cooed, laughing some more. "My girl not know how to take a compliment?"

"Shut up," You retorted, jokingly, before changing the subject. "So, did you do anything interesting today?" Dante let out a long exhale before responding,

"Nah, not really. Well, I did kill this giant demon lizard with 400 eyeballs, but not much else. You?"

"I mostly just missed you all day."

"Aww, baby..."

"What? It's true! I miss you whenever you're not around."

"Ah, you're so sweet. I miss you too, y'know. I love ya."

"I love you too, Dante." At that moment, Dante yawned, prompting you to yawn as well.

"Ya tired?" He asked, yawning again. You nodded, sighing and rolling over.

"Yeah..you?"

"Very." He yawned again, then groaned; judging by the cracking of limbs your heard in the background, he was stretching. "Wanna go to bed?" You hesitated, before shaking your head and responding,

"Nope, I wanna stay up and talk to you some more."

"What? C'mon," Dante sniggered playfully, "You'd pick me over a good night's sleep? Now I know you ain't thinking straight."

"How can I?" You giggled, grinning. "I'm crazy over you."

"Ah, you're just butterin' me up," Dante chortled, "You're so sweet and I love that 'bout you. Well, to be honest, I love all of ya."

"I love you too, Dante," You answered, blushing madly. "I love you so, so-" You paused to yawn, "-much."

"You sound real tired," Dante remarked, "No wonder, it's almost 2 A.M. Go get some rest, babe, otherwise your pretty face'll have dark eye circles."

"Ok," You conceded, reluctantly. "Love you, baby."

"Love ya too, sweetcheeks. Sweet dreams. Can't wait till our next secret chat."

"Me too, Dante, me too," You agreed, puckering your lips to make a kiss sound that Dante could hear. Then, you hung up, turning your phone off and sliding it back onto your nightstand before curling up under your blankets and getting ready to drift off to sleep.

[lizzieislife94x]

Long Distance Pt.2 (e.o)

Pt.2 of the request ♥️

Lizzie x Fem Reader

Hope you enjoy it babes I'll try my best haha Requests are always open and all feedback welcome 

GUYS I BOOKED TICKETS!! IM MEETING LIZZIE IN 5 MONTHS!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING WAS IT EXPENSIVE YUP DO I CARE NOPE 😇😇 (fyi i should have met her on the 2nd of december but it got cancelled and moved to may so another 5 months to wait ahhhhh still super excited)

Y/ns POV: 

I woke up with a weight on my stomach and wetness on my cheek and neck I open my eyes and smile as lizzie kisses her way to my lips "mhhh I fell asleep but this is perfect to wake up to" I say with a sleepy voice as I stretch up and wrap my arms around lizzie kissing her gently after a few seconds she deepens the kiss pushing me down slowly grinding ontop of me making me moan fuck I have missed this "baby baby slow down" I giggle breaking the kiss as I hold her waist and admire her as I bite my lip gently "baby please I've missed you it's been months my own fingers just don't cut it" she whispers in my ear seductively causing me to moan "fuck lizzie I really wanna rail you into next week baby but I wanna take you out so we can spend the day together" she pouts then smiles "ok baby can we go get ice cream and walk in the park" she bounces on me excitedly causing me to laugh "that was the plan beautiful I know how much you love to just walk and hold hands" she gets off me and puts her shoes on pulling me up "come on y/n let's go" I shake my head laughing as I get up and put my shoes on grabbing her hand "let's go beautiful" with that we walk out my house hand in hand and walk to the car "my lady" I say with a little bend of the knee as I open her door "such a gentle woman"

she giggles getting in as I race to my side climbing in and starting the drive to central park once we arrive I park up and we walk hand in hand into the park it's a beautiful day so there's people everywhere "how's work been my love" I smile gently rubbing her knuckles with my thumb "stressful, amazing everything rolled into one but it would have been better if you where with me babygirl the only thing that would have made it better would have been coming home to you cuddling up and waking up in your arms each morning" I pull her closer and kiss her head "I wish I was there too baby it would have been perfect just to be with you everyday" we continue to walk for 20 minutes chatting and laughing with eachother till we come to a little ice cream cart I can't help but smile as she gets really excited about ice cream "baby can you order me a chocolate ice cream ill be back in 2 seconds" she smiles and nods as I run over to a little old lady selling roses I smile "hey could I have 12 roses please" she smiles and sorts the roses "are these for someone special" she asks in an adorable voice as she hands me the roses I nod unable to contain my smile "yeah there for my beautiful girlfriend just over there" I say pointing to lizzie as I pull $100 out my pocket to pay "awh I love seeing young love you guys are a cute couple" I smile as she gently holds my hand "thank you I'm one lucky lady, here you go keep the change" she looks at the money then me "this is to much your roses where only $20" i smile and look at her "honestly keep the change your an amazing lady have a great day" after saying goodbye I grab the roses and run over to lizzie "baby" I whisper as she turns I pull the roses out and her face lights up "oh my gosh baby are these for me" I smile as she wraps her arms around me "I love them baby I love you" I hold her tighter smiling like a fool "I love you too beautiful" the man makes his presence known "miss your ice creams are ready" we smile at him and take our ice cream as we continue our walk until we come to a little bench "I love everything about you y/n your my everything" I smile as I peck her lips "I love you too beautiful you are my forever " we sit and people watch for an hour before walking back to the car as we arrive at the car I lean against the hood and lizzie wraps her arms around me just standing hugging me as I run my hands up and down her back "let's get you home so I can make us dinner" she nods and separated from me as we get into the car and drive home.

"So baby are you ok with pasta and creamy sauce" I say walking into the living room as lizzie looks up at me and smiles "sounds perfect honey" I smile and blush a little after being together this long she still makes me blush "it's just a quick option tomorrow I'll make you a proper meal" I walk back into the kitchen as I cook us dinner 20 minutes later and it's done I plate up and take our food into the living room "here you go princess" she smiles and takes the food as we sit and eat in a comfortable silence 10 minutes later I'm done so is lizzie "mhhh that was perfect my love" she says with a huge smile I take our dishes and wash them once I'm done I go lay on the couch with lizzie I don't even know what we're watching but it's been playing for 50 minutes, I smirk and take my hand running it down her body till I reach her ass I gently squeeze causing her to let out a surprise yelp making me giggle "don't start something you can't finish princess" I swallow harshly at her words as I run my hands up her tee inching higher towards her boobs "who said I can't finish it" with that I kiss her passionately as I gently squeeze her boobs making her moan into my mouth I quickly pull away to take her top and bra off "fuck this is a sight I've missed" I say practically drooling I lean for taking her hard nipple into my mouth as shy grips my hair causing me to suck as if I'm expecting something to come out "fuckkk y/n right there baby mhhh" she moans as I move to give her right nipple the same attention as I unbutton her pants "stand up" I whisper against her nipple she gladly obeyed as soon as she stands I pull her pants and panties down "mhh much better" I smirk as I stand up getting rid of my own clothes once we're both naked I lay her back down and kiss my way down her body towards her pussy I spread her legs as I reach her dripping heat moaning at the sight infront of me I've missed her taste to much to tease her right now so I latch my lips around her clit and start sucking as 2 fingers start to tease her dripping cunt without warning I thrust my fingers deep inside her causing her to let out a whoreish scream and arch her back "yessss fuck baby uhhh god see my fingers don't...fuck make me feel this good" I smirk against her clit as I let go and look up at her "because you know mine do mind blowing things"

I smirk thrusting my fingers faster as she nods and moans I lean down and start sucking on her neck as she cries out in pleasure "so..so..fucking close baby" I suck her sweet spot as I curl my fingers at the right spot making sure to hit her gspot over her moans and screams are music to my ears I could listen to her moaning and cumming all day long "baby..I'm.. fuck don't stop" she moans as she reaches for my tits and squeezes them while looking me straight in the eyes "mhh fuck baby I can feel your close to cumming be a good girl and cum for me" I say while biting my lip after a few more thrusts she squirts all over my fingers making me smirk "good girl" she lays there panting trying to regain her breathing as she sits up and kisses me "fuck I've missed that" she whispers making me giggle "me too baby but the night has just started I'm gonna make you cum till you can't handle it anymore" she bites her lip and moans "ok baby let's take this up to bed" we both get up and run upstairs naked and giggling I slap her ass occasionally earning giggles and moans from my gorgeous girlfriend. 

AN: here you go hope it's OK and yall like it all feedback is welcome good or bad requests are always open hope everyone is feeling OK and stay hydrated babes haha word count over 1.5k have a great day/night people.

[slapper-sw-h-13]

Slapper Update (Lip Filler)

What A day today has been, a massive whirlwind of events today I never want to do again.

The biggest by far was the poll I ran for my Slapper (Roxanne) What a massive mistake that was by me. This All started by meeting a retired surgeon from a friend of mine. We were just generally just talking about his work and the surgeries he has carried out in the past. A long story short he mentioned about women who want to make large There lips and and tells me this is one of his favourite works to carry out because he has a thing about women with big large lips and how they look so different once the procedure is completed.

I just mentioned about my Sub Roxanne Slapper whom I own and how I've transformed from male skinhead into my female street worker. Dr Mo Akhavani became very interested and asked all sorts of questions which led to Lip Filling. Dr Mo offered his services for free except for injectors and fluids and asked me how About it. I wasn't sure at the time and said ill put it out there on tumblr via a Poll and see what they want.

Well I wasn't expecting the vote to go for Slapper to get lip fillers as I personally think it's a horrible disgusting look, but the voters can be so cruel sometimes and they wanted it. The Poll ran till Wednesday and had to finish at 12pm because Dr Mo Said he has a cancellation for 4pm on Wednesday and would love to give Slapper Lip Fillers if the poll at 12pm was for this.

Unfortunately For Slapper It was. As she is under contract to do everything I ask of her ( She already is on a rule break and is being punished for this by wearig diapers 24/7) she has no choice now to go ahead even though I and certainly Slapper 100% Doesn't want Lip Fillers or Slug on top & Bottom lips.

So I drove her to Cambridge to meet Dr Mo and have her pre consultation before the needles went in ( She prepped before hand by eating and drinking less. Water only ) Once All done and paperwork all signed, Dr Mo began the procedure. I Couldn't Wait And Watch so I went out to sit in my car. 30 minutes later Dr Mo Calls Me To Say gone very well but wants to increase the amount of Juvederm Ultra fluid into Slappers Lips for full maximum effect ,And asked my opinion. I said you know what your doing and what you want I'll leave it to you. (Worse decision made 😢)

Oh my God when I saw her I didn't recognise her. Her lips and face were so swollen it was disgusting. I was shocked and still am. Despite Dr Mo reassuring me and Slapper that the Swelling will recede within 48 hours, I just couldn't believe what she looked like. Slapper was in total shock to and needed comforting and reassuring from Dr Mo that this is only temporary and all Swelling will be gone in a few days. I took Dr Mo to one side and said I hope she doesn't have ant side effects from what you've done, and he said just soreness only. Then I asked just how big will her lips look. He said it looks bad now but once all the Swelling gone and lips settled she will have lovely full volume prominent big lips that enhance her and her street working work immensely.

So Slapper Is Now at home resting up, and we will see in a few days where we are at. She has in no way thanked me for this and is very upset at this time and no matter how many times I apologise to her, I know she will have to get use to her new face and what will look like bit fat slugs on her face for at least the next 12 to 18 months.😢

I have set up Roxanne Slapper with her first Tumblr Blog. This way she can post and chat as she feels like it, this will be her story told to you, so why not send her a friend request @ boynamedroxy

[sharpsuite]

(listen i wanna send both of these..... but i can't decide which muse for each so i'll leave that up to you) " hey, wait a minute, you're hurt... how long have you been hiding this?! "

↳ HIDDEN INJURIES PROMPTS

It's a lonely day ; the sun is out but fall offers a comfortable temperature to sit outside a small café with drinks and snacks. It's nice for a time, but she notices something seems to keep catching Pat's eye. Pat doesn't ask though and Ann doesn't press. Ann lowers her coffee as soon as she hears Pat's voice and the concern that was lurking within. Ah. Her own gaze drops to her leg, left leg crossed atop the right - a gesture that had caused her sleek pant suit to ride up a bit and show the heavy bandaging wrapped tightly around her leg. ( Well that explained what Pat seemed distracted by. She'd probably caught glimpse of it but not enough to fully see what it was till now. )

Ann CONTEMPLATES trying to wave it off as something minor. But normal people don't go about their everyday lives with bandaging like that. She picks at the cake roll on her plate for a moment. " TECHNICALLY last night, although it wasn't TENDED TO until five after midnight this morning. " She admits. " It looks worse than it is and the painkillers are doing their job. "

Of course there's bound to be questions. " It was from work. Usually I'm in the lab these days but sometimes I still get called out to the field. A trap was left behind that no one noticed, though it thankfully malfunctioned. " She explains quietly. It feels almost wrong to talk about something so dark in the CHEERFUL SCENERY of this pretty cafe. Other people are chatting cheerfully with friends and there's some school kids in the back giggling. DEATH and DARKNESS feel taboo to bring up but here they are. " Just a couple pieces of debris hit me. We've survived worse. " Ann lifts her coffee back up to take a sip, finally glancing towards Pat to watch her expression.

" The doctors said I was fine to walk, just to avoid swimming or anything like that until it heals fully. So fortunately, it doesn't interfere with our plans now. " She would have felt terrible to have to cancel on Pat if that had been the case. / @cartelheir

[arianamidnight]

I'm not a monster! Oh.... I am...

Hazbin hotel fic

My AU that's why it's OOC and pretty far from cannon

Warnings: swearing, mention of violence, slight mention of sex and BDSM, Valentino understood that he is a bastard

Summary: radio demon usually sticks to his promises, even if they are hard to fulfill. And what happens if the abuser would see the different side of their victim?

Details: this is happening at the same time as the events of "Movie with a twist"

~~~~~~~~~~

Alastor was sitting on the bench in his radio tower. Sadly it wasn't for a new broadcast. Yeah, he would definitely need to find a new "volunteer" soon. What a shame that he agreed not to harm Valentino. But changing the overlords number wasn't now so necessary, after all, extermination time was getting closer.

Radio demon shook his head. Extermination is not his problem right now. His main problem, probably, presently is having "fun" with another whore.

Deer demon letted himself make a disgusted face for a second, but then returned his usual smile. As aroace, Alastor found that both disgusting and waste of time.

But again his mind slipped.

Radio demon stood up and started walking circles. How he can make Valentino realize that he is on the way to his end? Demons who are blinded by their power don't live long. Especially when they're as weak as he is. How that pervert moth can finally notice that he made Angel Dust not obedient subordinate, what owed soul should be, but a bunch of traumas and phobias?

Yes, Alastor himself did go too far with scarying Husk a few times. Now he understood this. A soul would more willingly do something when asked, not when ordered to. And for soul not to feel so small and helpless, they need to have some freedom and choice.

Alastor stopped, because his head started spinning a little.

If only Valentino can see the difference between the way that demonic spider acts in VoxTek and the way he acts here

"Oh!" Alastor froze and his grin widened. "I am genius, as always~"

Radio Demon snickered. Showing pervert moth how Angel Dust acts here! Maybe it would change something. Especially if Alastor, himself, would press the right buttons. And speeches were always his thing.

*****

Vox sighed, sitting in the V tower lobby. He made sure to cancel all important meetings for today. Did TV demon believe that Val can change back into his past self? He wanted to believe. After all, Vox have known moth demon for ages, and he wasn't always so... Violent.

"Voxy? Why are you here?~" TV demons' thoughts were interrupted by familiar cooing.

"Just, decided to have a time off. Tired of dealing with all the shit." huffed Vox, and he didn't even lie. He was tired.

Valentino gasped and sat near Vox on the sofa.

"Awww, my poor Voxy~ Are you suffering from the stress? I can help you reliese tension~" till the end of the phrase Val's grin became predatory.

Vox rolled his eyes and snickered.

"Not now Val. Maybe tonight, but definitely not right now." TV demon shook his head. "Not everything can be fixed with sex"

The moth demon pouted. He placed the lower pair of hands on his hips, and crossed the upper one on his chest. Valentino wanted to say something dramatical, like usual, but was interrupted by the shadows forming in the middle of the room.

"That fucker!" Vox growled, tensing.

After all he made a deal, so he needs to act now.

"Salutations!~" Alastor said, greeting two demons in the room.

Vox stood up and huffed.

"You so wanted to get on the screen that decided to go for the interview? Then you missed the floor~" Vox grinned, not denying himself the pleasure of teasing the radio demon.

Deer demon clanced his teeth, but was able to keep the smile.

"Sadly, I'm not here for you, old pal." Alastor said, leaning on his microphone cane, his grin widened "I'm here to get a chat with lust demon."

Valentino flinched and tensed up. Moth demon wanted to made a dirty joke, but only closed his mouth shut. After all, he still had the instinct of self-preservation. Alastor was much more powerful than Valentino himself, so messing with him was like buying a ticket to his own funeral.

"What can I do for such unique client?~" Valentino smiled seductively, even though he knew that it would not work on radio demon.

"Oh, nothing too extreme~" Alastor smiled. "Be a good owner for Angel Dust. Let demonic spider live where he wants and stop abusing him~"

Valentino blinked in shock.

"And if I w-won't..." Val's voice trembled, shoving his confusion and nervoseness.

Vox tensed up and took a deep breath. TV demon reminded himself that Alastor made a promise not to kill Valentino. Alastor always keeps his promises.

"Otherwise..." Radio demon's grin got more evil "you would give me Angel Dusts' soul. Voluntarily or not."

Alistair let some of his true form out.

Valentino shuddered and swallowed his saliva. He looked at TV demon.

"Vox!" Val said in pleading voice.

Vox sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry Val, but this time I agree with Al. You are being too violent with your subordinates. How many of them died this decade because of your 'games'?"

Valentino gasped and looked down. A few of them did die because his games went too far. But... They're just whores! Slaves. Is he wrong to take everything from them?

"Just think about it, Val" Vox said softly. "If you would continue beating up Angel Dust to half death, soon he would become completely unusable as a model. You don't want it to happen, right?"

Moth demon looked at TV demon. Well, that was true. Broken toys are not so fun to play with...

"Kh-m~" Alastor coughed to get some attention.

Vox and lust demon both looked at radio demon.

"How Angel Dust acts here?" said deer demon with bored voice and sly smile.

Valentino blinked.

"Like usual?" Lust demon said. "Looks down, does what I say..."

"Never takes initiative, tries to finish as quickly as possible, gets spooked by every sound" radio demon continued, turning the conversation in the direction he wants.

Valentino nodded. Yeah, that's how Angel Dust usually acts. And that's why Val has to punish him more often than before. Not like lust demon was against it, though~

Alastor could barely restrain himself from groaning, when he noticed familiar dreamy smile on moth demon's face. Will that pervert even understand?!

Vox noticed how radio demon was barely able to keep his smile and suppressed a snicker.

"Val, do you think that your whore always acts like that?" said Vox, understanding what Alastor wants. TV demon decided to help a bit. After all, he was interested in a positive outcome too.

Valentino titled his head to the side.

"Yes? Doesn't he?" Moth demon asked, confused.

"He doesn't." radio demon chuckled. "Let me show you, how Angel Dust acts when he is in Hazbin hotel."

Valentino looked at Vox with confused expression. TV demon coughed.

"Alastor, dare to do something to Val and you'll regret it!" Vox said in stern voice, witch sounded pretty false.

Radio demon snickered.

"Calm down old pal. Your moth would be fine" deer demon rolled his eyes and looked at Valentino. "Come here, I'll teleport us"

Lust demon gulped and nodded. He walked closer to Alastor. Valentino felt nervous, but at the same time curious. Is Angel Dust really acting different when he is not around?

Valentino's thoughts were interrupted by the shadows appearing around him and radio demon. A minute later Valentino opened one eye. He found himself... In the shadows?

He was able to see the lobby of Hazbin hotel. Lust demon noticed that Angel Dust, princess and other two demons were there too. Valentino held his breath, ready that they'll get noticed any second

"They are not able to see or hear us" Alastor chuckled. "Better watch"

Deer demon was standing on the left from moth demon.

Valentino rolled his eyes but suddenly...

"Angel! Gimme back my popcorn! Or at least leftovers of my popcorn! Don't eat everything, you naughty fluffy spider!"

Val looked towards the sound. Princessa was chasing demonic spider over the whole lobby, while Angel Dust was... Giggling? And then he even jumped over the sofa! And during all of this he was eating popcorn from the bowl he was holding?!

"What's the actual fuck...." Lust demon muttered, shocked.

It was so long since Val saw Angel Dust smiling and giggling this freely. He seemed... Happy....

"As I told you, moth. Angel Dust you know and Angel Dust Princess is chasing... I mean, already caught right now, are like two different souls" Alastor added fuel to the fire, sending Val's thoughts in the right direction. Radio demon felt relieved that Valentino reacted just the way deer demon needed.

Lust demon, facinated, watched as Angel Dust teased Charlie, and then burst out with laughter from how innocently princessa reacted.

Valentino continued looking at the scene infront of him in silence. Moth demon let out a shaky breath.

When Angel Dust had just sold Val his soul demonic spider was so cheerful and playful. Just like he acted right now. Crazy thoughts, puppy eyes, teasing and so bright initiative...

"Come on, Whiskers~ Be a good kitty~ We all so wanna see your amazing magic tricks. You won't disappoint your fans, right?~" Angel Dust purred with velvet voice.

This scenes made Lust demon grin softly. He was one who taught Angel Dust this way of getting what he wanted. Angel remembered...

"Soo, Valentino. What do you see?" Alastor interrupted Val's thoughts. Deer demon didn't like that moth demon got so quiet. What if that pervert moth slipped and now was thinking about something not needed?!

"I..." Val let out a shaky breath and hugged himself "I fucked everything up, didn't I? I'm such an idot..."

Alastor couldn't help the satisfied grin. Yes, yes! It's working! Moth demon needs one last push!

"Oh, by the way Valentino, random question." Radio demon said aloofly "I saw a whip mark on Velvet's face. Do you know how she got it?"

Valentino froze. Lust demon knew exactly how Velvet got hurt. Social media demon said that she won't be able to make costumes in time and he lost his temper...

"I am so screwed up.... Alastor, I'm not a monster! Oh.... I... I am..." Val whispered, getting shocked by his own actions.

What happened to him? When did he took a wrong turn? When he turned into sadistic monster? Into heartless bastard and complete psycho?

Alastor took a deep breath. It was of course satisfieng to see how much Valentino is suffering from awareness, but...

"Yes you are a pervert bastard." Radio demon huffed "You got lost in the feeling of authority. I bet you thought 'they're just slaves whose souls I own. Why should I even care'~"

Lust demon flinched. It was exactly what he thought just an hour ago...

"But you still can fix it." Deer demon added, making Valentino look at him with shock

"I... I can?" Val asked with hope. He felt really awful now, understanding in what he turned.

"Yes you can" Radio demon nodded "And you can start with Angel Dust. Become a good owner for him. Prove that you can change. Prove with deeds. Stop with the abuse. If you wanna feel powerful, win against someone who can at least fight back."

Lust demon whined. These words hurt. But it was a truth. Truth that Valentino needed to hear.

"I... I'll try, but.." Moth demon looked at Alastor with big eyes "Do you think that he will ever forgive me? After everything I've done. And not only he. All other demons whose souls I own, Velvet and even Vox... Would they be able to forgive me?

Radio demon shook his head softly.

"As one princess says -- sincerely apology is a half way to forgiveness" Deer demon said "And now... Get a hold of yourself. You have two sets of arms for that!"

Lust demon snickered from the pun, but it really helped Val to calm down

"I'm... Myself again. I apologize for getting so... Valuable" Valentino muttered.

"Good. Now I would teleport you into the lobby, you would grab that demonic spider, and then you would have a chat. And pray to Edem that Angel Dust would come back here happy, or I won't be nice. Clear?" Deer demon looked at Valentino with his usual smirk and ice-cold eyes.

Lust demon gulped and nodded rapidly.

~~~~~

With black spark Valentino appears in the middle of the Hazbin hotel lobby.

"Angel Cakes, I see you done here. I need you" moth demon said with aloof voice, and then looked at Charlie "I hope you don't mind, princessa?"

[beccalendsahand]

Predictions and Thoughts on Shadow and Bone Season 2

Wanted to write out all my thoughts here coz I need to talk about this! Enjoy a short little break from Takarazuka posting as I chat about the other fandom I am most passionate about, the Grishaverse! (This will contain spoilers for season one and the Six of Crows duology)

So I have been theorising non-stop ever since season 1 ended about how they are going to continue including the Six of Crows characters in the Shadow and Bone story, especially with the introduction of Wylan into the cast, and now with this Entertainment Weekly article, we can finally start to put the pieces of the puzzle together!

First of all, my thoughts on the big news about Ruin and Rising being included in the new series. I think it's important to reiterate that the article does NOT say it will cover the entirety of Ruin and Rising which seems to be miss reported in the majority of fandom posts I've seen. Instead, it says they "will also cover events from Ruin and Rising" which suggests it will be partially covered. Whilst this still makes me a little worried about the show's pacing, I'm not too scared by this. If memory serves me right the events of Ruin and Rising pick up straight after where Siege and Storm left off (please correct me if I'm wrong, I don't have the books on me at the moment) so I could see them continuing on a little further into Ruin and Rising if they wanted a more substantial ending to the season rather than a full-on cliff hanger. What does make me worried is their mention of a plot point from another book that even surprised Leigh Bardugo. This could be good or bad! But it has motivated me to finally start King of Scars in case there's anything from there, so well done writers!

Now about the crows! I've seen a split in fan opinion about this, some are happy that the creators are waiting before they start the ice court and others are upset because of the worry of deviating too much from the Six of Crows story by having to fill in another season of backstory and also the very real worry that the show will be cancelled before we get to it. I am in the former camp. I think this is a great idea personally. I've decided I'm just not gonna think about the possibility of cancellations coz I just want to enjoy the show whilst we have it, I don't want to be worrying about the what-ifs, so for now, assuming we do get to continue the show this is definitely the right way to go. And there's definitely still so much potential for things to cover before we get to the Ice Court heist.

First of all, Nina. When Six of Crows starts Matthias has been in Hell Gate for a year, I doubt he will be in it for that long (unless the show begins after a time skip) because they need to justify why they introduced him in the first place in season 1, as the Nina Matthias storyline was probably the most disjointed from the main plot in season 1. But I do think that this gives potential to show us how Nina got involved with the crows and how she became so close with them, particularly Inej. The two have a really strong bond in the books but we don't get to see how it started so I'm looking forward to seeing that!

Next Wylan. Wylan has definitely been the Crow that has confused us all with what the writers have planned for season two, and now that we know he is not there for the Ice Court heist I think it's safe to say that like Nina we have the potential to see the early stages of his involvement with the crows. We know Wylan had been working for the crows before the Ice Court and that Jesper was the one that was sent by Kaz to hire him, but we don't know much outside from that. So I feel this season will be a good way to fill that in, and from the wesper content we've seen, this is definitely going to happen. I think the biggest mystery will be if we find out he is a Van Eck this season or if they are saving it till Ice Court time, because the character development they can do with him I feel is so reliant on his relationship with his father, so it will be so interesting to see what they decide to do with that. Also, will we get the start of the Wesper romance? The worry with waiting for the Ice Court heist to happen whilst having these characters already established is what does that mean for the romance plot lines, will they be put on hold or will they have them developed before the storyline even starts? On that note, let's told about my favourite ship of all time Kanej.

Like everyone else I have been obsessing over that one teaser photo ever since it dropped. WHAT ARE THEY DOING?! I originally thought it was a flashback of Kaz giving Inej her first knife but then I saw a post pointing out that the painting behind them is the one from episode one that Kaz supposedly stole recently, so then what is it? She did loose a knife when she killed the Ravkan soldier to save Kaz, so maybe he's giving her a new one? But also when zooming in and turning up the brightness I can't see anything in his hands, maybe he's just taking off his gloves? I've given up but Amita saying it was her favourite scene to film has made me very excited to see what that scene will be!

Freddy and Amita pulled off the Kanej relationship so well, I started the series having not read the books and even though they had no love confessions or anything, the looks they gave each other were enough for me to start obsessing over them and was one of the big reasons for why I started reading the books with Six of Crows instead of Shadow and Bone. I just HAD TO KNOW if they were going to end up together or not. I feel like the development of their relationship in season 2 could go one of two ways, either it starts to accelerate into the kind of developments we see in the Six of Crows books OR it starts to goes backwards. What I mean by this is that one criticism I saw a lot of fans have with season 1 was how Kaz was not as scary or intimidating as he was in the books and that he calls Inej by her name and not the Wraith. I've never had much of a problem with this, maybe because Freddy's Kaz was my introduction to the character, but even so, from the standpoint that Shdow and Bone is a prequel to Six of Crows I think it makes sense, at least with his relationship with Inej. Season 1 was Inej's origins as the Wraith, she hasn't made her first kill when we first meet her and so there is no reason for Kaz to call her that. At the end of the season, a Ravkan soldier calls her "Wraith" which makes me think that this is the start of that legend and identity being associated with her. At the end of season 1 Kaz says "We need you...I need you" which you could be parallel to "Stay in Ketterdam...stay with me" at the end of book 1 of Six of Crows. Now, this sets up for two possible outcomes, either Kaz is going to start opening up more in the next season OR he could start getting all angsty and pushing her away coz he feels like being in love with her is a weakness and THAT'S when we start seeing him call her the Wraith. This will absolutely kill me, but it makes the most sense if they want to save the Kaz and Inej romance stuff for later seasons and will also help with wanting to make Kaz more like book Kaz. From the teaser trailer, it already looks like they are going to make him darker so I think this is a very real possibility for Kanej next season.

And now finally, how the hell is this all going to intertwine with the Shadow and Bone storyline? Really...I have no idea. As said above Matthias can't be in Hellgate for the entire season because they need to justify his character being in the series. My best guess is they are going to need him for something else, not the Ice Court and I feel like they may try and merge this with Shadow and Bone in some way. In the final episode, Inej tells Alina that "My hand is yours" I wouldn't be surprised if Inej's faith and Nina's duty to Ravka get them involved in the Shadow and Bone crews storyline in some way. The Fjerdans aren't mentioned a huge amount in the Shadow and Bone books (that I can remember?) but as they have been established in the series because of the crows, I wouldn't be surprised if the writers make them more involved in some way and by doing that make Matthius valuable to the plot, but only time will tell...

Overall I am very scared but also very excited. I have faith that it will all work out coz I really feel like Shadow and Bone was made by people who genuinely care about the series and its fans. Season 1 had so many fun little Easter Eggs, and there is so much attention to detail in the sets, costumes, and script that I think we really could be getting something special with this new season, so fingers crossed!

What do you think of my ideas? Do you agree/disagree? I'd love to hear your thoughts and theorise together!

[caseyhealingwellness]

Six Easy Ways to Get The Most Out of Your Massage Therapy

Want to get a great massage?  We put together a list of six super easy ways to make sure you are getting the most out of your massage therapy experience.

Massage can be great…it can also be miserable. Just browse through Google reviews or Yelp reviews and you will see experiences that run the gamut between amazing and horrific. In between the lines of those reviews there are frequently experiences that did not have to be bad, but were created by a series of misunderstandings or misinformation. Sure you might get a dud of a massage therapist now and again, or someone on a bad day but the majority of Massage Therapists are professionals who want to give you what you want. We put together this list of easy ways to get the most out of your massage experience to help paitents and clients navigate how to avoid some of the common problems that come up on review sites.

1. Arrive on time: Actually arrive 10-15 minutes early, especially if it is your first time. Frequently customers think they have purchased an hour of time. What they do not realize is that that hour of time is very specific to it’s time slot. If you booked a 5pm for one hour, your hour starts at 5 pm. Arriving at 5pm and then needing to use the restroom, fill out paper work and check in, will cut into that time. Paper work is a big time suck. Even at a gym or salon there might be some liability forms to fill out, so err on the 15 minute side of early if it is your first time at a location. Additionally you might consider asking have them send you the paper work in advance or if it can be done online. One of the big complaints we see online is that the appointment was cut short. Generally this will not happen so long as the customer has arrived with time to spare, this is literally getting the most ‘time’ out of your massage. (if it does then see suggestion number 6)

2.  Advocate for yourself: There are MANY different depths and styles of massage. Before most sessions your therapist will either take a medical history, ask your likes or dislikes, and what you want to focus on. Some processes are more thorough than others…but whereever you are, this is your time to speak up and make your needs known. You do NOT want someone else’s massage. You want the massage you want. If you like a head massage, let the therapist know. If you do not want your new blowout touched, let the therapist know. Asking a questions about what will be massaged and what will not be is another good way to go. “Full body” does not mean the same things to all people, so try instead to say things like “I would really like I would really like a massage that focuses on my back, legs, calves, arms and neck, I do not care so much about my hands and feet”. Clarity of words can go a long way to clearing up any misunderstandings and having an experience where your legs were mysteriously left out.

Come in with a plan. Knowing what you want ahead of time will save you time and money. If your goal is to relax, that is totally valid, but a ‘full body’ can be made very un-relaxing by your therapist chatting away. Stating what you came in for can be really helpful to both you and for your therapist in order to get what you want. Same things goes for sports massage and medical work. Let your therapist know both your long and short term goals so that they are not guessing at what you want. Some people are terrible guessers.

3.  If you are sick or have a possibility of a schedule change, let reception know ASAP. Most places have cancelation policy’s. Those policies are often more lenient the earlier reception knows there might be an issue. If you wake up with the sniffles or your boss throws a curve ball,  give the reception a shout as soon as you know…they might be able to do you a solid. When you wait till an hour or two before your massage because you waited to see if you could really come, you are not going to find much flexibility.

4.  Be forthcoming in your injury history and health history:Things that may not seem like a big deal to you, such as that trick shoulder that separates when you put your arm over head, might cause a serious problem if your therapist does not know. Sure you have had it all your life, but this is your massage therapists first time seeing it. Medications are equally important. There is no judgment, but some medications can leave you at risk for bruising, blood pressure complications, and injury. Most complications are easily avoided just by knowing the medication, so please be honest.

5.  Do not come in medicated, drunk or high: Massage therapists are supposed to legally send you home if you are altered in any way…and you will probably be charged a fee. Even if your therapist does take you after a few boozy lunch drinks, it may be because they are not exactly sure if you are or are not altered. The likely outcome is, they are not going to give you the massage you want, instead they are wondering if they should be sending you home and giving you the most conservative massage possible. If you have medications you’re taking for an injury and that is what your coming in to be seen for, then call ahead and ask about them. Any medicine that alters your sense of touch or judgment, is a no-go for massage because it may increase your ability to be injured.

6.  Complain…but start at the right place first. Businesses are not perfect. No one wants you to have a bad time. Seriously, a business is only as good as their customer service. If you had a bad experience or feel you were somehow wronged, reach out to a manager. Frequently I hear stories where a customer might have mentioned something to reception…and you should totally do that since they are sitting there, but know that not all reception knows that means you needed help. Receptions job is to take payments and greet, often they will be overtasked and not realize you complained at all, or that that complaint should be passed on. Politely asking for a managers email is totally ok, and it will get you the fastest resolution. For small businesses, they are often grateful for this approach as they WANT to find out about problems before they hit the fan. With larger businesses you may indeed have to go to social media to get someone’s attention….but this is rarely the case with self run businesses or businesses that are not chains.

Every massage is going to be a little different. It is important to keep in mind, we do this every day as massage therapists but it may be a special day for you…Hopefully this guide helps you navigate our world of massage therapy a little better.

To book an appointment, or ask us a question about our practice find us here on our Contact and booking page.

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What Are the Most Common Complaints About Delta Airlines?

Delta Airlines is one of the biggest names in air travel. There are some customer complaints, no matter how big the airline is. I worked for a decade at Delta Airlines as a customer service agent. So I know about the positive and negative facts about the airline well. I am willing to share my experience about the customer complaints about Delta Airlines through this article. I hope you will gain a lot of knowledge at the end of the article.

Flight Delays and Cancellations

One of the frequent complaints is flight delays and cancellations. Sometimes flights get delayed due to several reasons. Some of them are technical issues, unfavourable weather conditions and air traffic. Travelers have to wait at the airport till the issue is recovered. Because of this reason passengers often report long waits at the airport. This can be frustrating, especially if you have connecting flights. 

Delta usually tries to notify passengers about flight delays and cancellations. However, every passenger does not receive timely updates. I suggest you check the flight status online or use the Delta app before your flight. Delta Airlines cancels their flights if an unstoppable incident happens. But on the passengers' side this is really frustrating. They have to cancel or postpone their plans due to the mistakes of the airline.

Customer Service Issues

Another common complaint is about customer service. Some passengers have complaint thatDelta’s customer service is not enough. This may happen on peak days due to the busiest schedule. But as customer service agents they always try to provide their best for the passengers. 

For instance, a passenger might call Delta’s hotline to resolve a problem. But he has to face long wait times or unhelpful responses. I agree this can be frustrating. But you are not the only one calling them. There are so many passengers who call Delta’s customer service second by second. Delta has implemented some procedures to improve its customer service. They offer multiple channels for support, including chat options and social media. 

Baggage Handling Problems

I think every airline faces problems with baggage handling. Some passengers have complained that they lost their bags. Personally I have experienced that this issue is mostly related to checked bags. Delta’s policy is to track and return lost baggage as quickly as possible. In the meantime, travelers can file a report and receive temporary essentials.  As customer service agents we always tell our passengers to pack important items in their carry-on bags.

Although Delta Airline has some complaints it is a well reputed Airline in the world. Delta always tries to give the best service to their passengers. So as passengers you also should pay attention to minimize these issues. Then you will have an enjoyable journey.

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The lady at the bar (Tangerine x f reader)

Enjoy babe

Warnings: Alcohol, flirting, SMUT (in future chapters)

Summary:

Tangerine was always sharp and dapper, intimidatingly classic man. He never found the time to experience romance of any sorts. Lemon begged him to get out there and if he found the right one and he empathizes the RIGHT one she would love him despite his work field. He found that to be absolute nonsense he believed there’d never be anyone for him till he found you.

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“Lemon how many times do I have to tell you, date who you please I’m not envious.” Tangerine explained as lemon awkwardly announced he had a date tonight and said he’d cancel if tangerine didn’t want him to go.

“Mate, last time I’ve brought someone home you threw a little attitude and left with a hard slam of the door” lemon said questionably raising a brow to the liar.

“ It was a particularly rough night. Everyone loves lemon, no one wants to love tangerine.” Tangerine talks of himself in the worst way never taking a hint of the woman who were enthralled over him.

“You just need to open your eyes a little more. You'll get there. I promise go out and have some fun tonight.” Lemon patted him on the back as they continued down the sidewalk

———-

Tangerine listened and went to this luxury bar in London he fancied. Taking a seat on the bar stool and ordering whiskey. He sat and enjoyed the drink. The atmosphere was quite lovely and warm although there was something he felt about tonight something new.

He let himself daze into his thoughts till he heard a small eloquent voice a stool away from his.

“May I have an espresso martini please” you were beautiful, you smelt of sunflowers and wore a small flower detailed dress. It hugged you beautifully as if it had been made on your body.

“Hi” he’d stare for too long and you caught notice of him and god was he the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid sight on.

“Hello darling.” He seen your blush at the name and he felt thrill roll down his spine nothing non-violent ever thrilled this man yet you had.

“My names Y/n and yours.” You paid attention to the way he sipped his drink, how his mustache rimmed the glass and tilted up a bit when he smirked.

“Tangerine, gorgeous name for a gorgeous lady.” He expected you to make a comment jokingly on his name he’d grown used to it.

“Pretty name it fits you weirdly, and I happen to love tangerines.” You’d noticed his eyebrow twitch up for a second before he began to speak again.

“My brother's name is lemon.” He hadn’t known why he’d stated that he never had felt the urge to tell a woman he’d barely met details of his life nevertheless about his attention grabbing brother.

“Unfortunately I like limes more.” He’d laughed at your Witt you’ve never known of craving a sound but god you’d do anything to hear it again it was manly and strong basically to die for.

You had received your drink and scooted a seat over if you wanted to stay in his presence he’d gladly welcomed you. a bit surprised that youd care to chat more he assumed you’ve been here with your mates or maybe disgustingly a boyfriend it wouldn’t have been surprising if you had.

“So tell me about yourself love.” Tangerine needed to know you he so weirdly craved your voice.

“Um I’m an art professor at the local college and sometimes I help my mum in her flower shop down the road mm I also enjoy baking or cooking of any sorts I guess.” You’d wondered if he could tell how nervous you were and how you were trying your very best not to stumble over your words.

“And about yourself?” He hadn’t been prepared for you to return the question and his mind struggled to conjure an answer.

“ if you work in secret service or happen to be some type of murder you don’t have to tell me.” He’d seen you smile as you said that and he debated telling you the truth just to see how you’d react.

‘I’ll just leave the work field out of the question but I am born and raised in London and I have one brother whom is my partner in crime and I enjoy fights and now talking to you.” God he was so horribly smooth cause you looked at your glass flustered and he’d worried he’d been too forward until he seen you smile with a nervous tuck of your hair.

“Your awfully charming, but I must let you kno-“ his expression fell so fast as he interrupted your sentence.

“You're married or you’ve gotten a boyfriend.” He’d spoken a little coldly and his gaze hardened as he heard you laugh loudly. It was like music, his favorite kind. But surprising as to why?

“No actually neither.” He’d smiled again as he held your eyes with his own. They were a light shade of brown with streaks of a blondish honey color to them.

“Then what love?” You’d looked away and to your now empty glass.

“ I was going to say if you're flirting with the hopes to take me home I’m sorry but I can’t,” those had not been his intentions and he’d sort of felt like a twat now.

“ I’m sorry I made you feel as such.” You’d look up quickly to reexplain.

“Oh no no nothing like that it's just your incredibly handsome and every time, someone who’s rather appealing has chatted with me has had other intention and I like you tangerine and I’d rather just put it out there.” He’d been relieved he hadn’t been a creep of some sort and gave you a soft nudge.

“Trust me if i'd tried to take you home I wouldn’t have talked so much, I’m thoroughly just enjoying your company.” It was genuine and sweet he was a comfortable character despite how intimating and sexy he was.

“Obviously you're very beautiful but I happen to find you unique and interesting,” he’d spoken so strongly you wished to someday taste his accent on your tongue.

“Don’t charm me in such ways.” You gave him a soft laugh before looking over to see two pairs of eyes on you a bit away.

“I’m sorry but do you know them?” He’d turn around and look in the direction you’d been looking at to see lemon and his date watching him with smiles and wiggly brows lemon quickly tried to duck down but wasn’t fast enough.

“Sorry darling that happens to be my idiotic brother which means its time for me to go do you need a lift home.” He offered extremely displeased with lemon.

He slid a solid Benjamin to the bartender for your drink and his own with a nod to his head.

“No thank you I’m okay um may I get your number.” He’d never felt butterflies till now like the ones he gets when he's on a high speed police chase and gladly typed it into your phone before leaning down to press a warm soft but telling kiss to your temple.

“You have a beautiful night darling,” he walked away at that and god you truly believed if he’d offered you would definitely let him take you home.

He made it to lemon with an eye roll pulling his ear harshly.

“Ow mate enough.” Lemon pulled away as tangerine let him go.

“Why do you have to ruin my time.” Tangerine asked a little to angrily.

“Sorry sorry but I don’t have the keys to the flat on me but mate she was a beauty a real looker.” Lemon admitted honestly.

“No shit you fucking twat” tangerine said harshly striding to the car

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I’ve sprung out of writers block for a new little mini series <3

Please leave comments tell me what you think or leave ideas for chapter two and as always my requests are open love you.

Part two here!!

[twistnet]

i’ll be home [ kelly severide ]

CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN PROMPT ─ day 07 [ “i’m sorry we can’t spend the holidays together.” ]

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, slight angst + general fluff

“i can’t wait to see you, baby.” kelly whispered into the receiver, paying mind to those asleep in the bunk room. you chuckled, getting yourself ready for bed after a long day of meetings.

you had been whisked off to a conference in calfornia for a week, all with company promises that you’d be home just in time for christmas with your families. and with your week slowly wrapping up, you were excited to get home after not seeing kelly for a bit.

“i miss you too. can’t describe how hard it is sleeping without you next to me.” you state, sliding under the blankets and getting comfortable against the pillows. “oh, i can imagine.” he teases, chuckling lightly at your shriek of excitement, “kelly severide, you need to behave.” you laugh along with him, “but, seriously, i’ll be home before you know it and i won’t probably ever leave again.”

“you better not, it’s been hard without you here.” you frown slightly at the saddness in his voice, reassuring him again that it’s only a couple more days and you were all his before telling him goodnight and that you loved him.

--

kelly was seated at the squad table, reading over the newspaper when he phone started to ring. he smiled as he stood, stepping away from the table to answer, “hey, baby. you on your way home?”

he heard you sigh sadly, the smile dropping from his face, “i don’t think so kels. my connecting flight got cancelled. something about o’hare having cancelled all incoming flights due to weather.” kelly turned toward the bay doors, finding snow barreling down, “they’re saying earliest flight out is sunday.”

“but that’s after christmas.” kelly answered, sighing deeply as he paced the floor, “i know, and i know it’s something i can’t control, but i’m sorry we can’t spend the holiday together. especially since i’ve been gone for the past week.” you apologized, feeling horrible that your christmas was going to be spent almost a thousand miles away from your loved ones and family. “we’ll figure something out, baby. you just worry about getting yourself home safe.” 

you nodded to yourself, smiling softly, “i’ll let you know if anything changes alright? i love you.” kelly smiled, “i love you too.” ending the call before heading into the kitchen to refill his coffee mug.

matt took note of his sad face, moving to comfort his friend, “she’s not back yet?” kelly shook his head as he filled his mug, “no, won’t be till after christmas.” matt made a disheartening noise, patting his friend in comfort on the shoulder.

“why don’t you spend it with gabby and i?” matt offered, gabby piping up from behind to say that she was perfectly fine with the idea, “sure, beats being alone.”

--

kelly shuffled into the living room christmas morning, greeting gabby and matt as he made a beeline for the coffee pot. the three chatted idly about different things until gabby asked if they could open presents, ushering the two men around the tree.

gabby quickly started passing out gifts she had gotten the two, smiling to herself when she caught kelly’s woeful expression as he ripped open the wrapping. he thanked gabby for the gift, setting it beside him on the couch.

there was a brief knock coming from the front door, kelly’s brows furrowing in confusion as he spared a glance to gabby and matt, who were trying hard to hide their smiles, “i’m gonna go get that.” gabby stated, standing from her seated position and carefully walked to the door. 

kelly looked to matt, silently asking what that he been about, receiving nothing but a reassuring smile as he heard the door unlock. kelly paid no mind as gabby walked back into the living room and settled back next to matt, “who was at the door?” 

“just a last minute gift for you.” gabby smiled, watching as you wrapped your arms around kelly’s neck. he jumped in surprise, turning in your arms with a smile as he wrapped his own arms around you. he pulled back, standing up to step around the couch to hug you properly.

“what are you doing here? i thought your flight got cancelled?” he questioned, now confused on how exactly you managed to get home before sunday, “it was. i drove here.” kelly stepped back, raising a brow in your direction, “you drove 14 hours to get here?” you nodded, smiling bight before he leaned in to press a loving kiss to your lips, “god, you’re amazing.”

he helped you remove your coat, letting you get comfortable on the couch before joining in beside you. gabby passing the two of you gifts she had procured from your shared apartment. the four of you continued to unwrap presents together, sharing in the festivities before promising to get out of matt and gabby’s hair and head to your own apartment.

kelly scooping you back into his arms the minute you had set down your luggage, pressing kisses any place he could reach, “i’m so glad you’re home.” you smile, leaning back to looking into his bright blues, “i told you i’d be home for christmas.”

“and that’s what i love about you.” you share a smile, before connecting your lips once more.

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[madfantasy]

I went grocery shopping for the first time

Hello dears..

I've been meaning to tell u all how my first time of shopping ever went, but I got into the high-crash of realising how many things I'm actually missing from life, and how I was hyper aware of them all. So I was greatly conflicted, highly intrigue as if in experiencing life for the first time —which I am— after absolutely drained from it.

I was the reflecting again on how I have not seen people in years, having my dental pain reminding me a person need to be up and personal close to me, touching me in order to treat me, and as usual all my body did was explosions of tingling fear running across my skin, tensing my muscles and disallowing me to breathe. I told my guardian there's no hope of seeing a doctor while my body burns with fear just thinking of stepping outside and see faces.. They hit me again with the usual 'just don't be afraid'. I responded with you'd think that would have worked, trying to do that all those years. If anything, it got much worse.

They apologized and offered to drive me around, I told them I have to be in between people doing nothing stressful whatsoever so my body gets used to be around them. So they suddenly agreed to take me shopping after denying it since the beginning of time.

I was taken aback, and feared that my body would fail me but I tried to distract myself with anything while the promised time approaches while I got no sleep. 7:30 am. I made sure to wear pajamas and treat this occasion as if it was nothing. I came to them and they were in bed, sheepishly asking if we could move it to 12 pm. I said NO

The minute I wore my face cover, I couldn't breathe. Usually it only bothers me a little cuz I'm not used to wearing it. But this issue that happened to me before we move, unable to breathe for 2 weeks to a point I could not stay upright while the world spun, it's gone thankfully but now it returns in mini waves, like small chest pain near the right side of my armpit. I didn't want to cancel this cuz who knows if it will happen again. I sent bye to sib group chat then they all suddenly came saying good bye to me and signing hearts with their hands, I already felt better

The minute we arrived, my guardian said just get in and I'll follow. I said no thanks. So I waited till they shuffled to me and we got in together. The second the sliding doors opened I was tittering, I couldn't stop I was so overwhelmed by everything. It was amazing I felt intensely alive and living through the moment is definitely not just knowing about it. I was in and out between tense and hyper with all the things around me, tense when my guardians leaving my sight and around the employees and other shoppers, making myself look at them when its not rude and marvel on how we are sharing the same space. I was specifically excited when the cashier was a lady too. My guardians tho shooed me to the car instead of letting me stand near them till she finished.

The minute I left the sun and the wind played me good, it was super sandy too and I feared that I can't breathe again from the heat and dust.

25.9.2022

I returned home it was 10 am. I made sure to choose snacks that my sibs love, coffee to me, so they were super excited by the snacks and we made a party

I felt new kind of energy and desire of living I did not feel in years. Even going to bed felt extra exhilarating and made me think how those adventures goes.

It got sour when I woken up and my other guardian was yelling and saying they expect better and whatever, made me remember it's never enough anyway cuz the food prices were fire, and I haven't been making commissions for so long now I can't contribute to anything, and the net have one day left of being active, and seeing all my efforts in getting commissions through tiktok went into the toilet, cuz gaining followers ≠ getting noticed, but someone had the time to do so in stupid ways , of somebody just going their assumptions and shi and tagged me, making me realise no matter how good of an art I do nobody cares nobody will share it nobody will care, and people will only point out of you what brings the drama and have low degrees comprehension to top it

I blocked them and deleted all my snarry out of my Instagram, I already don't post anything on tiktok and nobody knows of my twitter, I was on the brink of deleting all of them too, but I can't, I have no outlet, and it was just another platform I can't fukcing post I can't ficking even talk about ga y stuff irl anyways cuz it's a whole place of anti everything different here, what's the point anymore of drawing fandom shi it being either cant connect with people over it or be totally ignored or shallowly judged, and nobody cared of my non fan art before or after anyways

I can't do this anymore I can't , nd even when I can, I have no place to share

[worldsover]

Synamphoteron

Part 1 of Till The Sun Come Up, a series by @themanthemyththeverite and @worldsover

Few people get paid to have sex, the rest have to pay, and everyone has nothing else to do. You’re the sole person who can say how humanity got here, but you can’t begin to explain how you got here.

The startled starborn suffuses through smog, creeps like ice up maple bark, syrup slow, clangs past glass, clatter, clunk, and before its destination, it dances in fear of its father fire—millions of miles away, sure, but for light, those millions become minutes, so the meandering amasses. Hysterical wavelengths between dying sun red and orange of autumns forgotten seep into the room; you’re uncertain whether they complement or clash the mercuries, the xenons, the heliums in the tubes that sigh neon cyan and purple. With one arm, you lean against the window as hot coals on photonic feet give your unclad skin an ever-fresh coat of paint. That window leads to a wall of glass, leads to a concave sheet, a dome of glass, then hexagonal panes of—would you look at that, another layer of glass. Tomato-tinged air trapped behind transparent lasagna.

First measured in nanometers, electromagnetic waves transmute into meter-long air oscillations as sound shares light’s prismatic temper. "You had to send that in the group chat." Your tone is kindred to the two girls’ demeanour: annoyed, testy, like the restive, red-biased hue.

Bora sits at the edge of the bed. Her eyes could blast lasers, cook lasagna to a crisp. Tap. Tap. Her feet are purposeful and slow—a bit faster, now the count is in beats per minute. Fifty, forty-five, a dreary Largo. The rhythms accompany an implied song, a dirge that should not have percussion, yet the floor is a drum to Bora regardless.

Minji kneels and crosses her arms. The submissive stance runs counter to her irked brows, pouty lips. Nipples light and half-stiff in spite (or maybe because) of the cooking pot pressure of the enclosed space. Neatly trimmed so that your focus is on the tummy above and the sinuous folds below. You’re in full male gaze now but think of it as inspecting for clientele feedback. That’s why you’re writing it down so precisely in your memories, laser engraving every subtle line of her tits, her lithe arms. For work. Definitely. Professionals look out for professionals.

Direct your attention back to Bora. That same experienced eye discerns the contrast in her curves to Minji’s. Filled further in both of her money-makers—ass and tits—yet they command a comparable cost. Different strokes. She has writing along her cleavage. Are those notes? Closer inspection (not too close, not right now) gives a glimpse of a few words: three, Amazon, harsher. Of course, the woman would write notes on her own body.

The earth spins too slowly, the sun’s scaffolding too sound; it hangs in the sky for uncountable time. You expect a retort by now. The air conditioning is at full blast, yet sweat drips down all three of you.

Bora almost falls off the bed, leans forward, and words fail when she tries to explain. The anger between the two girls only forces your erection to admit itself, and you want to exclaim that the whole situation is silly when everyone’s stripped down to the bare essentials.

“I—”

Just when Bora finally finds her message and parts her lips, Minji interrupts. "I was first! Open your phone right now.”

She isn’t wrong. However, Bora was much closer, already at the hotel restaurant when she called you up. Even the express tunnel took an hour or so for Minji to get here. No sense in arguing because it was all your fault regardless: you made the final mistake of giving both of them your room number after much dawdling. Hindsight tells you to have canceled with each of them, maybe postpone for tomorrow, but hindsight’s a dead concept in these times—at least, that’s your excuse.

“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” Bora says to Minji.

You puff up your cheeks, storing air to blow out dramatically, exasperated. “Yeah, yeah, you’re all mad, look. Since we’re all naked and, as it seems, in the mood anyway, how about we compromise?”

The two of them glare at you for the disgusting profanity. The world’s a concession, so get over it, you wish you could say. Again, you keep quiet since you find no sense in starting further arguments.

“There’s no point hiding shit between us, is there?” Your eye contact with each of them is to search for approval. Both are empty with an emotion you can’t decipher. Increased anger? Understanding? Whatever. “Minji needs practice taking dick in her throat. Bora needs to practice taking dick in new ways. Ah, Amazon position," you say as your sight inevitably falls on Bora’s tits used as a canvas.

Their glares pierce the feeble filaments of your explanation.

"I-I, uhh, look. What? I’m sharing company secrets, not even secrets, really, to company employees. Who cares.”

Try not to fall—you’ve already tripped. The signals they send between each other are palpable. Smirks, slight nods. They see through your pretense.

Or at least they think they do. This is your most potent weapon. Give them a common foe, and they’ll come to that dirty word of compromise. No, Minji and Bora aren’t best friends, but they are the kind of friends who push each other. And sometimes those pushes are mean-spirited, a toe gets stubbed, some scrapes, but they’re always forward-facing shoves. Much better than your shared past.

They glance at each other, both skeptical but with fantastical sparks in their eyes, flashes of consideration dancing in their pupils. Even the hungriest of the pack would rather secure half a meal than risk no meal at all.

“Alright,” Bora mutters, the scowl on her face still prevalent but significantly less marked. “Are we sharing or not?”

“So impatient,” Minji retorts, her tone as sharp as ever. “But fine. I’ll pity you just this once. You need the practice anyway.”

Bora’s jaw sets into a tight line, taut and irritated, her mind eagerly snatching up ammunition for an equally petty reply. It’s one you won’t allow, not tonight, not on your terms. It’s an easy endeavor to shut her up: you kiss her, silence her lips, angrily tangle your tongues, and overall overpower her until she’s forced to back down with a whimper. Then, the tide of their aggression ebbs away, both of them taken aback, clear as the heat that singes the earth above you. Let go of Bora’s chin, shove her onto her back.

“That’s enough.” You growl, glaring at both of them. “Do you want this or not?”

A clear threat. It rings in their ears like an alarm bell, a homeostatic imbalance that screams negative feedback. Though they’re aware your need equals theirs, the risk of loss is simply too overpowering.

So they act fast.

Minji, still on her knees, crawls from the other end of the room. Her usual grace is gone. Instead, she’s on her knuckles, desperate to get a piece of you before Bora eats you up.

But it’s too late. Bora gets up from the mattress, grabs your shoulders, and pushes you onto the bed to replace herself. Your legs flop off the side, and any fight you have dies with Bora’s ass firmly planted on your thigh.

You gather yourself, trying to pay attention to both at once, turning your head to watch Minji; however, Bora’s body is too warm, too close for you to ignore, and the feverish heat within you shreds your patience. It’s a futile venture, and Bora knows it.

She smirks, trailing a finger down your chest before she slowly grinds her bare pussy on your leg, an indulgent moan escaping her lips.

“Fuck,” Bora murmurs. Her head is pitched back, her hair flowing down her back in a cascade of silky brown. Her eyes are shut while a smile paints her face. “The first bite is always the sweetest.”

The mesmerizing sound of Bora’s soft moans and the dripping of her arousal onto your skin monopolize your focus, erasing the other in the room from your vision. But then the silent prayer, the quiet, almost imperceptible hum from Minji’s throat, draws you out of your Bora-induced stupor.

The two contrast in approach and tact: Bora is forceful and blunt; Minji is calm and strategic. She begs and pleads, but not with her words. Instead, with fluttering eyes, Minji looks up at the foot of the bed, sees your own feet, and plants light pecks up your free leg. And the eye contact intent flummoxes you: she wants to be in charge but wants to cede it to you as soon as she gets that control. Whines and pouts, Minji puts her soul into wresting your attention towards her.

Competition taking over, Bora gives a light kick to Minji’s shoulder as she bears her weight down on your leg, humid and heavy, a comfortable balance to Minji’s tug on the opposite side.

“Mwah, mwah.” Minji makes a point of her having her kisses up your shaft be as loud and sloppy as possible, then stops beneath your cockhead, cooing happily while rubbing her lips. “Such a gorgeous dick. Mmwah.” A short peek of her tongue laps up the spit that her smooches drool. Finally, Minji grabs your cock, slaps it on her tongue, and makes the bubbles of saliva splash and dance with joy.

“Fuck,” you groan. “Fuck, that’s good.” It’s something straight out of your wildest dreams, the erotic sounds that ring in your ears, the familiar yet exquisite feeling of Minji’s lips wrapped so messily around your cock. “T-try to… ah… use your tongue more.”

There’s no response, nothing audible, but the juxtaposition of thick, honey-like warmth to the semi-cool air of the room on your shaft is enough to tell you she’s listening if only to hear your moans.

Tips, you think. I need to give Minji tips. But fuck is it hard to process, to get even a single coherent thought past your mental facilities. Minji is such a fast learner, and she grasps the concepts you throw at her so quickly that you suspect she was only pretending in her mediocrity, only toying with you.

“R-rhythm,” you choke out, words that fall from your lips as your brain grasps for straws. “Stay m-more… hah… consistent.”

The quirk of her eyes is quizzical, and Minji tilts her head despite its preoccupation with your stiff cock in her mouth. A muffled “hm?”

“It means you’re shit at giving head,” Bora snarks, picking up on her confusion. “You think roleplaying as a slobbering puppy counts as a blowjob?”

Minji ignores her, though if the tightening of her lips is any indication, she’s more riled up than she lets on.

Actions speak louder than words, and Minji testifies to that with her efforts redoubled, trying new things with her throat; she hums and moans, swishes her head from side to side, rolls her eyes up into her head all while she plunges your cock into the deepest depths of her warm, tight, wet mouth.

Your hands grip the base of her ponytail tightly. Her eyes water as they meet yours, dark and runny with mascara before you release her, though she obediently remains glued to your shaft, still spluttering and choking all over.

It’s a moment of bliss quickly disrupted, however; while you might be in heaven, Bora is unsatisfied with purgatory. Her frustrations pile up second by second until she’s at a breaking point, the rutting of her hips on your thigh no longer enough to placate her desire.

“When’s it gonna be my turn, hmm? You better not fucking cum yet,” she hisses.

Her words almost entirely fly past you, and it’s only when you notice how her nails dig into your skin lightly—when you notice how her breasts are so soft and fluffy on your chest, when you notice the growing pool of sticky fluid on your thigh—that you pay attention. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I promise I’ll—”

Hold it in. Hold it. Despite all your comments about Minji’s oral technique, stars start to fall; you’re unsure if they’re merely a construct of the wavering mind or actual meteors outside: both equally destructive and plausible.

“Minji, please. I need you to hold off a-and when I tell you to do something...”

Somehow, a smirk on Minji’s cock-busy lips until she finally releases your glistening length with a gasp and a moan. “Fuck, your cock is delicious,” she murmurs, her voice reverent and soft, sultry and alluring. “It feels so good choking on it.”

“Oh, please.” Bora scoffs. “That was hardly anything.”

Minji’s eyes narrow. “Don’t be jealous just because he wants me on his cock instead of you.”

“That’s only because you’re hogging him to yourself!”

“Excuses, excuses,” Minji laughs. “You just can’t take this dick like I can. It’s okay to admit that.”

A roll of Bora’s eyes. “God, you’re such a brat sometimes.”

Her stare is sharp, irritated, and narrowed while Minji’s gaze stays light, airy, and placid with lids wide open.

“What’s that mouth to these tits, huh?” Bora scoots up, fills your face so that you have no choice but to taste her pillowy flesh. She stirs on your leg. The folds of her slit, slick. “Or this pussy? Hmm?”

With locked knees, a hand behind Minji’s head, her arms around your waist, your length pushes past a series of subtle locks in her throat. A bit of drool like a canal.

“Dammit, I need this cock too. What a needy whore of a mommy,” Bora says as she looks at Minji teasing your shaft with puckered plosive lips, ppuh.

“You know, calling me names like that”—Minji drags her tongue up, slurps down—”is only gonna make me wetter.”

“Like I care,” she retorts. “Fucking slut.”

It’s a crown, a goddamn accolade to Minji as she ignores Bora’s heated glare, her mouth filled with stiff cockmeat. If anything, it only makes her more determined to suck the life out of you, and her cheeks hollow around your shaft, each lost layer of saliva replaced with two more until her face and hands are a mess of sticky globs of spit and ruined makeup.

“Good girl,” you huff out. Your hands stroke her hair kindly as she bears your length down her throat, holding herself there obediently despite the glk, glk, glk of her gag reflex’s protests. “Fuck, ah, mommy, that’s f-fucking perfect.”

“Take it,” Bora chimes in. “Take all of his fucking dick down your slutty throat, you whore.”

There’s no breath, no room, no sound Minji can possibly make to respond, so she settles for a weak gurgle when Bora grips her by the hair; she forcefully slams her face down into your stomach, a muffled cross between a shriek and a gasp silenced near-instantaneously.

The shock of it all would stun Minji, even if she had steadily become well-adjusted to your length. You don’t even have the breath to curse as Bora gives Minji’s helpless face a shove, then two, three, before she simply yanks Minji off of you. It’s a power vacuum that opens up, a new niche in your delicate ecosystem, and one that Bora occupies with a hunger, a drive to consume; she’s a whirlwind of biological instinct, bearing down on you and leaving a lustrous trail from your thighs past your crotch. What was already shiny with Minji’s saliva is now mixed with the varnish of Bora’s lips. Those folds entice you to assume responsibility, but you practice restraint; if you fucked your cock up into Bora without warning, there was no telling of the consequences. Hold in a bated breath, like you’re trying not to drown, which only unwinds when she weighs down on your stomach.

But one moment she’s the weight, then she’s suddenly the aggressor: beneath your legs, her arms hook so that your legs straddle her waist. She’s deceptively strong for her frame, and caution keeps your mouth shut; your confusion gives way to nonchalance. Did either of you really care all that much about the method as opposed to the means?

On the side of the bed, you notice the vexed furl of Minji’s brows, her hands through her hair, pulling on it in frustration: Minji wants to protest, wants to put up a fight, but any dispute, physical or argumentative, would be lost as she barely has a breath to catch and a gagged mess of spit and tears and sweat on her lips.

Not that you have much of a fight either, with Bora now firmly in control of your legs. She doesn’t need to say words; they’re written on her tits—Got three complaints. Need to be harsher. Amazon position. Lying on the mattress, your legs pulled up and your knees almost together, Bora squats above you. Her breasts squeeze between your calves in the air, and though you focus on the plentiful glossy flesh squishing words into scribbles—focus until dreams of that promised titjob overtake your thoughts—you can’t ignore how she bends your cock forward with her hands.

On your back, forced into docility, you’re unsure precisely what Bora was having trouble with, why she would need help at all. So instead of commenting, giving advice, breaking the scene, you play the part. “M-ma’am, are you going to put it in?”

Bora grunts, and the sound you let out at the sensation of her contrastingly delicate folds is higher, almost pathetic compared to her. “I’m not sure if you deserve it. Not giving your dick to me first.” Her free hand plays your nipples, one at a time, then trails up to your neck, sharp nails and all. Bora leaves a light red scratch mark on your jaw, which she holds crudely to make you look her straight in the eyes, not her tits. When she sees pre-cum drip from your slit, all because of a light graze, she slaps the sweat off your cheeks.

“I need it,” you whine out. “I need you so badly.”

A thumb on one cheek, the outer fingers on the other, both drive and grasp with an uncomfortable harshness that makes you drool. “Usually, begging like a little bitch works for you. Not sure what it is this time. Maybe it’s hearing this other slut whining so pathetically for your dick. Whatever. You’re my toy right now, understand? No sounds from you. Nod if you understand.”

No hesitation. Finally, Bora gives your strained cock its relief; ironic how relief comes in the form of pressure. With flexuous, loving force, she bears down and insists her warm flesh walls upon your shaft.

The mattress doesn’t feel as soft as it should. It could be from the intense gaze that tenses your whole body up as much as your cock, but it’s more likely the way her pussy throttles your shaft. An incomparable plushness. In and out. No consideration, no sacrifice for your comfort, Bora fucks herself onto your dick with the same care as a disposable dildo, and you, in the emasculating position, find your head emptier and emptier along for the ride. The characters on her Bora’s boobs bounce up and down, and you ascertain no meaning despite how hard you stare. And stare you do, immersed in the rhythmic waves of her body, her hips which slide so fluidly, her grasp on your cock, waning and waxing.

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good—” Spit gets in your mouth.

Bora looks mad, but you can’t tell; now there’s spit in your eyes. You’re unsure if you’re thankful that Bora is still riding or scared at what she might do next. The movement of her waist transitions from that self-serving swinging to a more aggressive hop, driving your back into the cushion.“What part of ’shut the fuck up’ did you not understand? Huh, toy?”

You hold back a deep groan that gurgles from your lungs by holding your own neck with your hands.

“That’s it. Know your place, whore.” Bora takes your wrists in her hands and pins you down tighter.

It’s not a unique experience to be on the receiving end of Bora’s fire and brimstone, but it’s certainly the first time you haven’t been allowed to retaliate in kind. Of course, she’s still an efficient, wild machine, her hips plump and forceful, solid and thick against your skin, but the enlightened weightlessness of your resignation heightens each ripple of her thighs as she crashes down onto you.

Words bubble up to your lips like steam from a geyser, but you choke them down; each time you want to flip her over and fuck her at your own pace, you have to swallow the urge. The suppression doesn’t help your endurance, strains your mental facilities until you’re sure your face is as red as a tomato.

At least you’re allowed to moan.

“Look at you.” She growls, her face inches from yours and equally flushed. “Look at you gasping, begging for this pussy. Do you regret choosing Minji first, hmm? Do you regret it now?”

Weakly, you struggle in her grasp, trying to pry your arms out of her pinioning hold, but it’s a fruitless effort. She smirks, though it’s evident in her hitched breaths that your cock is taking a toll on her as well.

“F-fuck, you’re lucky… your cock feels, haah, so good,” she pants out. If she’s tired, her arms aren’t showing it as you try once again to break out of this willing prison of restraint.

A moan draws you out of your tired battle, distant yet near; it’s a luscious set of thighs and calves that attract your eyes while another whimper escapes the lips of the one forgotten on the sidelines.

Bora simply laughs.

“What a slut.” Bora’s grin grows wider, though temporarily split by the spark jolted through her body by your cock. “A-ah, look at you.” She points at Minji, her legs spread wide, her fingers stuck up her glistening pussy. “Fucking slut, jerking off to this. You, haah, y-you wish you could fuck this cock like me.”

Minji’s too out of it to respond and instead rubs her clit to induce another bout of mindless mewls and whimpers. But why would she have words? She lost—end of story. And somehow, in that loss, she finds a perverse pleasure. Her eyes are cracked open; they watch Bora’s hips drive themselves down onto your cock, watch your eyes roll into your head while Bora simultaneously shatters both of your sanities.

“You want to sit on his dick, don’t you? You… a-ah, you want him… to f-fuck you like a little whore of a mommy, don’t you?”

“Mhm!” Minji whines through lips pursed too late.

“That’s right, hah. You fucking—You were always like… This dick.” The more it slides past Bora’s cunt lips, getting sorer and clingy, the more that heavy breaths take over Bora’s words until her speech is a sentence of gasps punctuated by groans. Bora’s back and forth swing slows down, her face less severe, and fingers don’t press so hard into your chest that you can feel the bones on your muscles. So she’s just as human as you are.

“Fuck, my mouth is so dry,” you say, your cock soaked silly with Bora’s juices.

“Me too.” When Bora sticks her tongue out, you take a nibble of it; close your eyes, but the wet kiss isn’t enough.

Minji gets up from her enraptured position and fetches a bottle of water from the hotel fridge—probably way too expensive for a bottle of water, considering they’ve got desalination down while sea levels are through the literal roof. In this respite moment, you take deliberate breaths as Bora’s grip on your shaft relaxes. That secretly jealous pussy even lets you go, but her fingers still curl around you to keep you hard.

“Thank fuck Yoohyeon doesn’t need practice too. My dick would really be exhausted.”

“Nah, she wouldn’t get jealous,” Bora says.

“You sure about that?” Minji asks.

“I didn’t mean exhaustion from jealousy.” You shake your head. “I meant the fact I only have one dick. Yeah, yeah, I know, get the extra implant. We’re not that far ahead that I trust mods wholly. We still live in fucking fish bowls."

"That’s fair. And I heard it’s kind of an overload having two dicks. That’s the most sensitive part. I can’t imagine multiplying that by two,” Minji says.

"Isn’t that what it’s like with you already?" Bora says. "Considering how sensitive those nipples are."

"I play it up a bit for the clients, you know." So she must want you to test that.

"Hmm." You motion to Minji. "Come here."

She’s obedient, though her demure bashfulness is an exciting ingredient added to the frothing mix, a tasteful respite in contrast to Bora’s all-encompassing control. Hands cup your face, soft and gentle; her kisses taste like home, an easy comfort to sink into, to lose yourself in. Yes, it’s messy and loud, wet and improvisatory. But mutualism, not parasitism, is the difference between Bora and Minji.

It’s by third-party intervention that you remember that respite is temporary, that breaks are short intermissions between hard labor, and by god, does Bora put you back to work. Somehow, you end up on the floor as she replaces Minji yet again, the firm muscle and sinew of her body displacing any semblance of fluffy sweetness.

And yet, the parasite returns. Though perhaps, if you really thought about it, wasn’t that you?

Minji whines and pouts from over the bed as Bora glares down at you, frustrated with your constant magnetism to Minji, irritated at your subconscious stubbornness in choice. Is it choice? Instinct? It doesn’t matter, you decide. Your cock is in Bora’s hands, after all.

Bora doesn’t even need to say a word, not with that scowl on her face, not with the way she effortlessly puts you on your back again, entwines your legs around her waist. Even the way she fucks herself onto you is evidence of her displeasure, harsh and angry, and all you can do is grunt, groan, try not to get overwhelmed by the tightness of her wet cocksleeve.

Your eyes close, flutter open and shut, over and over and over again. The world should not spin at this speed, yet it does as Bora clenches and clenches.

“F-fuck, fuck, haah,” you breathe out. Though your body stiffens in anticipation of Bora’s admonishment, it never comes. So you push the limits again. “Minji, come over h-here.”

“Stay focused on me,” Bora says, “or else.”

“Or else what?” You don’t say that convincingly enough.

Bora puts her fingers down your throat. “Going to turn you into a messy whore just like mommy over here if you keep getting distracted. But we might as well use our little fucktoy over her.”

Reluctant, Minji licks up her own juice from her hands, then slips close, crawls down from the bed, and leans to Bora’s pistoning body with wanton interest, the look of a pining lover. Their eyes meet. In defiance of animosity, the accursed word rings loud and true in their ears yet again.

Compromise.

When Bora finally releases, you gag out spit around Bora’s digits. “What… what do you want?” Minji asks, inches from her face.

“I think our boy over here wants a show. I’m not sure he deserves it, but I don’t care. I just wanna have some fun at this point. So while I fuck myself onto my dildo, I need you to give me a little extra pleasure, Minji.” At first, Minji doesn’t know where to start—neither does your mind when Bora slams her ass down, pussy a chokehold on your cock—but once Bora settles into a rhythm, the obedient woman lunges forward to make out with her.

She plays with Bora’s tits where her more modest ones still jiggle at the sympathetic force of Bora riding you wildly. The hard floor is naturally much less comfortable: your back needs to arch, and your head ends up knocking every time she weighs down on you, yet your cock only twitches more at how Bora delights in your difficulty. It twitches in the confines of her wetness, and it twitches at Minji’s renewed enthusiasm. Her hands play with Bora’s tits while she kisses the neck with hunger. Lips lower until Minji can taste the words on milky skin, licking like her tongue could clean the characters straight off.

The heat ramps, internal and external. Eventually, it’s too much, even for Bora, who gets off your dick for another breath. She drags herself up towards the bed and loses her dominant image for a second. Panting breaths from her lips. You can see the creamy glint of her pussy, the nearly frothy mess of white that lines your cock. It’s the prize for patience; it’s Van Gogh’s Starry Night (before they digitized it); it makes you want to ram your dick impatiently before she even gets up on the bed. Minji can sense your hunger, but more personal temptations have her eagerly touching herself on the side of the bed while you ready your cockhead to enter Bora once more for her doggystyle offer.

Push forward, Bora’s now slovenly slit swallowing your dick with ease. Minji’s eyes stray from Bora’s swinging tits as your pounding pace quickens, and her tongue unconsciously falls from her mouth. You mouth “come here,” and Minji squirms between Bora’s limbs without question. If only you had a mirror at the headrest to see her smirk now.

Though you’re standing behind Bora on her hands and knees, she is no less in charge. Another part of it is comparison’s sake—how quickly the other desperate woman lies underneath for a taste of your dick, even if it’d more likely be the taste of Bora’s fluids by now. Minji’s head hangs off the edge of the bed, her tongue out to tempt you. But the little whimpers and upside-down pouts can’t pull your cock away from Bora, can’t stop her from backing her ass up. Despite one hand on her thighs—the other is busy with a finger between Minji’s suckling lips—the speed and force at which those pussy lips engulf your entire self leave you helpless. Bora is the conductor of the complex symphonic rhythm. That one hand is as ice-still as the rest of you. She drives the weight of her thick ass and thighs into you, her pussy a jealous sheathe, squeezing your cock as though you might leave too long if it didn’t.

It’s a fair assumption. Minji pulls herself up, core workouts paying off, yet she only receives a few licks of your cock, too focused on matching Bora’s intensity. And it is your cock focused on the heat of it all, not you. Your mind is far beyond this melting, dying world, all because of the severe heaven Bora gives. All because of how she tightens her legs, sending pressure to your dick, and sucks up the fluids, the pre-cum for herself. The bed creaks, the bed shivers, and the variegated lights dance on her back to overwhelm your every sight and sound sensor.

Nerves mired in excitement, you’re a malfunctioning spaceship in dead orbit or empty vacuum; you are equivalent to the earth you made. (Why does the unsettling thought of the past always come up in these moments?) Minji, dick-starved, grabs your legs closer so that she can at least get your balls into her mouth. Swinging and active and tensing up, she has to give your testicles as much care as possible if she wants you to even have a chance of remembering her.

Bora looks back at you and clasps her fingers tight on Minji’s thighs, and she shudders, even giggles a bit. Then, while maintaining that relentless back and forth pace on your cock, Bora trails up to Minji’s crotch, and with no notice, thrusts fingers inside while she kneads the clit. “This is my dick,” Bora says, a slight frown that she can’t address Minji directly.

“Mmph! Aack.” A clump of gag-spit from Minji onto the floor. “F-fuck, you’re being so rough. You’re supposed to be training him, not… Nnf, not me. Can’t I at least taste some of him?”

“Girls, please—” Your speech staggers when Bora bucks her hips up in a way that stimulates your dick’s tip remarkably smoothly “—haah, fuck. When I fill up Bora’s pussy—”

She whips her head back. “Hey, who said I’m letting you—”

“You’re the one fucking your ass back into me like there’s no tomorrow.” To be fair…

“Ugh, fine. J-just, be a good fuck doll and tell me what you’re gonna do.”

“As I was saying, when I fill up Bora’s pussy, Minji,” you say, and she perks up, eyes big, “get a taste of my cum, eat Bora out like she’s eating you right now.”

You can’t imagine being in Minji’s place. There’s no such thing as exclusivity between the two of you, yet there once was. To be literally underneath the woman who made that relationship past tense must be conflicting: the very tongues and cock which betrayed her also prod her holes now. She must be even more conflicted than that, though—It’s not like she didn’t have her fair share of infidelity.

But while the emotions run high in an atmosphere that can’t support it, only the physical matters now. History fades much easier than hormones. The redder the sun, the sloppier each of you becomes. It’s less about control for Bora now, more about pleasure. Panting, sweating, messy wet pleasure. Sometimes there’s a break in your fucking rhythm to jab into Minji’s throat, and she welcomes the intrusion happily.

And so you repeat, pause, then resume this depraved continuity, a multi-faceted subject; the contrapuntal nature of Bora’s muffled moans and Minji’s frustrated whimpers are the voices that accompany your groans, the melodies that create this carnal fugue. Imbue it with passion, annoyance, joy, drama, and it’s everything any composer could ever have wanted; performers sweating, crying out their lines with the utmost honesty.

Bora’s lines are the least articulate, muffled by Minji’s dripping pussy stuffed in her face, almost as much as your cock is buried in Bora’s own warmth, though Minji’s free to sing and sing and sing, on and on as she hits every note perfectly. Pitch hardly seems to matter considering how effortlessly her voice slides across the register, up and down, alto to tenor to soprano.

You wait for it to come back down, to shimmer back down in waves of sound, but it doesn’t; her voice finally begins to waver and crack, her mouth hesitating around the edges of your shaft as her hands find purchase in the back of Bora’s thighs. Though you can’t see or feel the contractions of her core, can’t savor the wash of her juices that greet Bora’s lips like a geyser, you can still watch her body tremble, watch as her eyes roll up into her head while she mindlessly slobbers on your cock.

“S-shit,” Bora groans out, her tongue still licking and teasing away at Minji’s clit, ignoring her audible wails. “Pound me, a-ah...ah, haah, ah, fuck.”

There might even be a muted note of desperation in her voice, but you choose to ignore it and instead focus on her walls’ rhythm. It’s as though the symphony has gone mad and its conductor has fallen victim to crazed acceleration. Your cock isn’t in a position to complain, drenched in her folds yet still clenched down on tightly.

She must be tired; the locomotion of her body slows, though you make up the difference readily. Slam into her, a snap of the hips sharper than the sharpest staccato, and it’s the first time she lets out an audible shriek while her legs quiver.

“Oh, oh god, you better, ugh, haah, f-fuck me harder, you stupid toy.” The words contradict the complete lack of irritation.

But still, you play your part—can’t screw it up now. Your submission is practically muscle memory, a blur under the pressure, so you repeat the motif again, again, again, until Bora’s hips are hardly moving and she’s simply letting you rail her into the bed.

Even Minji, still twitching from Bora’s overstimulation, joins in, eagerly laps at Bora’s dripping cunt, an eye for an eye. Bora scrambles to stuff her face in a pillow, deaden the scream that escapes her lips as she climaxes on your cock with anything but poise and dignity.

Her quivers are like earthquakes, each pulse of her insides scrambling your own instrument, an overdose of rosin to your bow. The sound it produces is scratchy and rough, pulled from your throat unwillingly, an inevitable cadence that leads to the coda. The final chords strike in your stomach, ring out as your hips clash against Bora’s ass, once, twice, then nothing but stars as your climax arrives, nearly lost in the already frenzied chaos of bodies—the spike of excitement straight to your brain cannot be ignored. Pleasure wrought not only by the clamp that Bora has on your cock, but by the fullness of her ass that smacks back and the needy hands and lips of Minji underneath.

“Fuck.” The singular swear summarizes your myriad thoughts condensed into a burning gas ball of fusion. Your balls twitch.

For each ceaseless thrust, a shot in the dark. Cum fills Bora’s pussy more and more; her thirsty slit spills over, past the suction of your lips, creating its own lubrication to escape. Another rush to your head, and you hold onto her buttcheeks for dear life, spread them apart, let your cock pulsate to its heart’s content. Bora’s low, satisfied groans pale in comparison to Minji. Eaten out by Bora, given nothing but the residue semen your pistoning shaft impels out, it’s no wonder that Minji whimpers and mewls that audibly.

“Didn’t you have orders, Minji?”

Minji exits her trance with a wide-open mouth to catch the sticky stream that spills with every shove of your cock, but more and more of the milky load gets on her face—nothing wrong with that for you, but she cannot waste a single drop. So any last bit of reticence drops to the wayside as she exerts her abdominal strength to bring her mouth up to Bora’s pussy. It takes even more of Minji’s strength as Bora eats her out relentlessly, and it takes deft lips for Minji to catch your cum while your cock winds down its rampant ramming. Pulling out is a gradual process but one that Minji gives gratitude by kissing and licking your shaft on the way.

Bora’s knees and elbows slack, barely attempting not to crush Minji while the two of them lap each other up as though the competition never ended. An unfair confrontation since Minju gets the motivation to taste more of your seed. Having already had much fun with Bora’s pussy and Minji’s mouth, you join Bora at the head of the bed where a pile of pillows lies, where Minji’s legs quiver yet at Bora’s punishing fingering in addition to the lip service. Give Bora a kiss, give Minji’s pussy a kiss, and the slick and the drool would concoct a bar-worthy drink if Bora weren’t already enjoying her dessert for so long.

You’d think she would get tired at some point, but she only stops eating Minji out after Minji is done cleaning up the creampie flood. When Bora finally flops onto her back, lying next to Minji’s feet, you see Minji lean her head forward and show off her tongue—topped with cum one moment, gulp, perfectly clean the next.

Between you and Bora heaving and sighing, Minji sits up and looks at you two. “So.”

“So,” Bora replies.

They both look at you. “Fine, that wasn’t much of a training session at all.”

Minji giggles, crawling over you to sandwich you between her and Bora. Bora scoffs. You turn on your side towards her, but she turns too, facing away from you and towards the window. Then, when you flip to Minji, she has her frazzled hair in her hands and quickly falls asleep. Unsure, confused, you lie back and stare at the concrete ceiling, imagining stars.

Imagination manifests in more literal subliminal processes: Two simulations run on virtual memory, which temporarily overrides your consciousness and creates a split timeline at a turning juncture in the decision tree. After all the gratification, the first false reality seems too greedy because you cuddle with Minji for a smattering of praise and light kisses. Warmth falls like rain from her fingertips even as she takes you back inside her, and for a moment, there’s guilt and regret, the lamentation of the light you lost. It must be written in her eyes as well, a longing haze of slow-burning sex which clouds both of your judiciousness.

The second fabrication is bitter, angry, and purely lustful, your muscles coiled with frustration and annoyance. Why should Bora get to slap you around, tell you what you can and can’t do? After all, your desire is mutual. And so you push and push, seize your place back from her grasp. Your hands yank her by the hair and pin her down to the bed. She might scream, moan; you might join her in that, but what matters is the satisfaction at the end. That relief joins you in deep slumber on ruined sheets.

Inward. Downward. Your dreams lead you toward an unknown center, but there must be an endpoint. And therefore, your dreams slam you up into a lonely, wakeful truth in which no amount of glass outside can clarify the enigmatic machinations of Bora and Minji. The bed big enough for three is only filled with a single you. Frustration escapes you in one sigh; sleep reclaims you as your eyes close once again, as though the veil of darkness might hide you from the scorching brightness of the world outside.

The past has gone and slipped away; there is no future. So when will you have time to untangle this mess? Two falsities intertwine in a double helix—the snarl of memories gets worse—and though slow to boot up, your mind is ablaze once again: The startled starborn suffuses through smog...

[technowoah]

if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.