#i got the stinky boi also on my first pull

[twst-ophelia]

I got all but one of Sebek’s birthday cards… I just need the sports jacket version. Same with Azul but it’s the bday bloom. Why can’t I have the same luck with Trey bday cards. I got none of them. 😫

[disneyprincemuke]

the favourite driver * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic!femdriver

notes: hi i know i took forever to write this but uh what r u gonna do? ik u love me B)

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |

"remember!" toto calls out to you walking away. "back by half past three for his nap!"

you wave your arm in the air, hoisting little jack wolff on her hip. you look down at him. "wanna make a new friend, jack?"

the young boy nods excitedly, giggling and throwing his head back. "is it your new friend?"

"yeah! his name's logan!" you squeal, jumping up the stairs of the williams racing home. you put jack down to the floor and let him grab your hand, pushing the door open. "he's super cool! cooler than georgie, i reckon!"

his eyes light up at the thought. uncle george has always been cool in the eyes of little jack wolff – simply because he had made an effort to make sure that he thought of him that way. though susie argues that you are jack's favourite race car driver, always wearing the team shirt you gave him to sleep every other night.

you spot logan on the couch, scrolling away on his phone. "hey, i want you to meet someone!"

logan looks up at you first, eyes widening and lips stretching into a sweet smile. then he notices the smaller hand wrapped in yours. he tilts his head at the young boy hiding shyly behind your legs. "hey, buddy."

"this is little toto – jack!" you beam, stepping aside to present jack to logan. "i like babysitting him when he's in the paddocks, so i brought him here with me!"

"hi," jack says timidly, one hand on your thigh. "i'm jack."

"hey," logan hums, squeezing his shoulder lightly. "i'm logan."

"hi," he says again, slightly softer this time before settling to hide behind your legs again. he bundles up the material of your sweatpants in his hands and avoids logan's curious eyes.

logan looks up at you. you shrug. "he's a little shy," you whisper. you move to the side again and put jack by your side on the tiny blue couch. "i thought you were excited to meet my new friend?"

"i got shy," he giggles. he turns to logan with a smile. "are you also a race car driver? like uncle george?"

you poke jack's shoulder. "he's cooler than uncle george. logan's not a stinky boy man."

jack giggles. "you're not stinky?"

you spend the afternoon by the william's racing home with logan and jack, the four-year-old eventually opening up to play a game of football with him. to which, logan almost started debating with an actual kid about how he knows it as soccer.

but he dropped it, not wanting to confuse such a young child about the difference.

by the time three-thirty rolls around, jack is hugging logan's neck, cheek mushed into his shoulder with logan's arms under his body. "thanks for carrying him back for me," you whisper with a giggle. "he's getting very big and heavy."

logan grins. "he's very cute. i can see why you like him a lot."

"he's already sleeping," toto says slightly amused, hands on his hips by the doors that lead into the mercedes home. "i'm impressed."

"we played soccer," logan grins, leaning forward to transfer the sleeping kid into his father's arms.

"football," you correct logan with a pat on his shoulder. you grin at him. "i'll see you later at the driver's briefing, mate."

logan bids you goodbye, walking the other way as he readjusts his williams hoodie. toto grins at you, turning on his heel while you pull the door open. "i'm glad jack made a new friend. one more babysitter for me, yes?"

you shrug. "isn't it up to jack to decide if he likes being with logan?"

jack lifts his head, eyes half open with drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. "logan's my favourite driver."

toto gasps as jack drops his cheek on his shoulder again. "you converted him to a williams supporter!"

"no way! i'm supposed to be his favourite race car driver!"

@cashtons-wife @darleneslane

[tw1l1te]

Heyy you fabulous writter! You've had me hooked ever since I first found a post of yours and I don't know if you're taking writing requests but if you are...I'd like to humbly request you to write this idea?🙏

Essentially I think it'd be really cute having a small one-shot of the LU boys in twilights hyrule and them meeting his S/O. His S/O can either be a simple farmer who grew up in the same area or the idea of someone he met on his journey who also had animal turning 'abilities'/features comes to mind so they understand each other more than most. IDK if it's a silly idea or not I just thinks the boys reactions (especially time teasing twilight and such) would be Hella cute! Anyways thanks and keep the good work up! 🫡

- Anon🧋

Yesyesyesyes living out my cottage core dream with mr. cowboy teehee

~

Twilight was getting giddier by the second as he approached Ordon, and the boys could tell. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying the keep the nervousness at bay, but how could he do that when he was about to see you. His beloved.

"I don't think I have ever seen you this jittery before, Pup. What's wrong?"

Twilight was about to answer him when they hear a loud gasp.

Twilight turns to see you on a tree above them, clad in what seems to be.... his old tunic? You jump down, hopping down branch by branch before landing inches away from Twilight.

"Oh by three- you're home! I missed you so much-"

He shuts you up, by pulling you in for a kiss, months of love and desperation melting onto you.

You had to pull away to avoid creating awkwardness for the others, "Alright, easyyy cowboy. Now why don't you tell me about your lil' friends?"

Time raises an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in your character.

"Oh! I completely forgot t' introduce myself! I'm Y/n, mister hero's partner."

Time nods, holding out a hand to shake.

"I'm Time, a... friend of Link's. We all met on his recent adventure."

You nod, squinting a bit at him, then eyeing the rest of them. You walk around them slightly, eyeing their garb and equipment a bit before nodding back at your boyfriend.

"They're Links too, aren't they?"

Legend jumps slightly at that, "How did you-"

You smile at him, "I gotta good nose."

Twilight shakes his head, chuckling "Alright, lets go back to the village before you start figuring everyone out."

You jog up to him, animatedly waving your hands, rambling about Colin and how good with swordsmanship he's become. Before you could continue rambling, Wind asks, "How'd you two meet?"

You and Twilight pause, looking at each other before responding.

"Oh, y'know, I met him on his quest during the Twilight Era. Stinky do-wait, they know, right?"

"They're too nosy for their own good."

"Right, so. I met him while I was in my alternate form. Fell on top of me from a brittle tree-"

"-Wait, you have a wolf form too?!" Wind exclaims, running up to you.

You snort, this kid's funny.

"Nah, that's hero's spirit and all. It's better if I show ya."

You focus for a moment before you feel the shift, still uncomfortable but so much less painful than the first time it happened, oh so many years ago.

Opening your eyes, you can feel your senses sharpen, everything intensifying tenfold.

"A fucking fox???!?!! Twilight, your wife is so cool."

"Not my wife yet, but thank you."

You walk up to Wind, cooing at him. He hesitantly pets your fur on your head, earning him a soft purr from you.

You walk up to the rest of them, just looking at them. You give a few extra sniffs to the pink-haired one, him smelling like hare.

Shifting back, you walk back to Twilight, your fur coat retreating back into your skin. You give him a peck on the cheek, continuing your way back to the village.

"Y'all coming or what?"

Twilight breaks out of his lovestruck trance, following you. Time walks up to Twilight, muttering to him,

"I can tell you've got a thing for foxy personalities."

"Oh, shut up."

[grape-eating-vampire]

alright, it's done. i finished it.

this is the third and final part of things that happened in my first bg3 playthrough ever that I found so funny that I put them in my notes (spoilers below)

let me start this by saying I have only cried twice in the 155 hours it took me to complete this shit. however, I have almost-screamed at the characters more times than I'd like to admit. but first here's stuff that happened since the last one of these posts I made:

after killing Orin I went around Baldur's Gate for a while and did odd sidequests, including

clearing out a haunted house and sidelining to kill a stinky man in a wardrobe (and drag his body to a guy two streets over)

entirely ignored Gale's quest to look at a book because I kept getting arrested there after having killed the boss mage guy

I also foolishly though this wouldn't have any consequences. oh boy was I wrong

went to see a underwater prison, got told off by Gortash, decided to explore it after killing him, and promptly forgot to do so

killed Gortash! fuck that guy the only good thing about him is his fancy robe

tried to recruit a dragon called Ansur, found out the emperor is Balduran (????????? honestly I was shocked)

killed said dragon and felt like I was playing skyrim all over again

found a letter ("Dear Ansur") by Balduran/the Emperor. this was the first time I cried. I could still cry.

patch 6 came out! that was yesterday and I spent about 10 minutes trying out new kisses and sitting on Shadowhearts stool in camp (she now says "I'm glad you decided to join me" or something like that when you do)

went pretty much straight to the underground pool thing where the brain was supposed to be

failed abysmally to Dominate The Brain™

got pulled out by the emperor and had to start beef with Lae'zel because I had also forgotten to care about Orpheus and the hammer from the House of Hope

admittedly, I didn't really forget, I just didn't want to spend any more time with Raphael than I absolutely had to

my +14 persuasion saved the day once more and Lae'zel was fine with the one hope in her life getting his brains sucked out

went off to fight the brain once more. my game crashed twice trying to load that cutscene.

met all my allies! I forgot how many there were actually, and I only called on two of the groups later on

fought a lot. like a LOT lot.

got to the Netherbrain and kicked it's ass*

*had to reload about 3 times and try again because Minsc at level 12 was stuck on 100 hp for some reason and kept fucking dying

finally managed to kill the fucker! had Lae'zel deal the killing blow which seemed very fitting

more cutscenes, but this one actually didn't crash the game, I got to look at some beautiful unloaded walls and stuff instead

Lae'zel left right after we got to the haven. understandably so

remember how I ignored Gale's quest? well he didn't blow himself up like he inteded earlier, but he left to becOME A GOD????? I cannot fucking deal with this man

Karlach on the pier. this was the second time I cried, but unproportionally much so

Wyll left with her for Avernus, the little cutscene of them arriving there made me feel a bit better

Astarion had to leg it because of the sun (sorry)

Shadowheart didn't do much of anything during all of this, neither did Minsc, Halsin or Jaheira

decided to go help kids with Halsin, seems to fit my character (eventhough I really didn't roleplay so much)

we got an epilogue! yippie!

caught up there with everyone, except Lae'zel (who was there via the fantasy version of zoom) and Gale (who was there via the fantasy equivalent of a voicemail)

tried to hug Gale, couldn't, almost cried again but managed

also met a tressym who I recognized from fanart as Tara. I don't know why she was there, we never met her before and Gale hadn't mentioned her either

read a LOT of letters the party had received. barely kept my composure at the Gur's letter to Astarion

Withers did a cool speech and the game ended

after all of this and so much more that I didn't take notes about, I can confidentially say that Baldur's Gate 3 is the best video game I have ever played, and within it's genre my favourite ever!

I'm also emotionally devestated, especially after these final parts (but in a good way)

that's all, thanks for reading!

[jils-things]

❨♡❩ valentine's week ; familial day

familials have been such an important factor in my time as a selfshipper recently because i truly came to appreciate what is familial love. it's just that really nice feeling of pride and appreciation for someone you really care about. i'm excited to say that i have a lot in my roster to share! reading isn't mandatory for anyone viewing - writing my feelings help me articulate my words well.

first and probably my most important one yet is ruby stone! at first, I wasn't really interested in the whole "he's my son concept" but i just knew that ruby was an instant favorite of mine after reading the manga. it's funny, because i actually did kin him at one point (i mean, i can still say i kin him but because i'm a selfshipper first, manga consumer second. i see him as my son more). i see myself a lot in him especially in his flaws. but because a friend told me it would be fun if i had called him a familial, it wouldn't be so bad (and steven is also there. wouldn't it be a cute family?). i initially drafted jaide stone and ruby to just be friends but ruby has a special attachment to her (due to his personal issues with his father) but that shit changed FAST and thus, ruby stone was born. i adore my silly boy, he makes me so happy and i admire his character. he's different from the other protagonists and it makes him stand out all the more. I'm so proud of him, his whole story made me so emotional and i just want to hug him and let him know everything's okay and he has every right to be who he wants.

am i allowed to talk about my husband? i mean he IS ruby's father so,,, heheh. ill keep it short or else it becomes a romantic love letter to my hunni sorry 😚 anyways i always imagined steven to want to have kids and ruby was the best thing he ever asked for. he's so proud of him too. they went through a rough patch as a father and son but things gotten better and they're very happy to call each other family. 💚

ahh, my favorite silly stinky little brother. gold! this one's got a long history. i was always a big fan of ethan/gold as a protagonist in the games. but i had no idea that this version ethan (or as the manga calls him, gold.) was simply the best for me. he's got this special spark that really checks off my list of what makes a character my favorite! just like ruby, i also see myself a lot in him. (heck, even my sister thinks i'm super gold-coded) he was so shaped to be my best friend or little brother, and i picked the latter. he's probably the most comedic, and has a very deep emotional side that i like to philosophize about. po.kespe kids are written with much difficulty and he's no exception. if i had a brother, i feel like this is how i would treat him.

okay this one's gonna be SUPER confusing which i'll apologize over and over again i'm so sorry 😭😭 for this one, i'd like go introduce blake and nate (respectively). these two are completely different from each other, but i still have this maternal/big sister care for both of them. just like gold - nate is one of my favorite protagonists by game and learning their personalities in both manga and game (pkmn masters ex) made me adore them even more. i think ilynne (oc) is the first girl who has more priority over familial and platonics than romantics. i think that's very cool! it's hard to say everything here why i love both versions but if you took a look for yourself, maybe you'll understand hehe. (also, nate just has the BEST protagonist design. hello? who wouldn't love him? definitely not me!!!!) it was only because of pkmn masters ex that made me like nate a lot. his voicelines makes me feel so comforted like that's just a really happy boy! he sounds so excited for everything and his giggles just cleanse my soul 😭 i could pat his head all day. silly pineapple boy. blake just... i dunno man. it's probably because i already liked his base design so naturally I'd like his manga ver too 😭 they pulled a wildcard in designing this kid like he's a fuckin agent!!! that's so cool!!! hes a fuckin hater!!! look at him go i can fix the edgy kid !!! by being his mom!!! (lore accurate btw)

ah yes. the most fanbase developed kid ever. it's carmine! this kid is so special. his entire existence came from a fan created f.n.f mod and everyone ran with it - just like me. i remember constantly keeping tabs with this mod and i was always curious to know what carmine has in his story - playing the mod itself was such a pleasant surprise. my whole attention was shifted to carmine's story - it's rewritten slightly to make the creepypasta more impactful and it certainly did make me feel sympathetic for the little guy. giving him the sweetest and admired big brother to love and care for him was the best design i ever thought of. after the devs added more story, it made me feel all the more protective of carmine. unfortunately he's not the most lively boy around as he's bullied for his insignificance. i would do anything to let him know he's loved. (AGGRESSIVELY FORGETS THE PART WHERE HE'S PAINFULLY POSSESSED BY THE FUCKIN GHOST BEGONE!!!!)

i think what also powered how much i love carmine was the endless support i got from the actual fans of the mod on twt. even the devs approved it and it made me feel so happy and reassured that it's okay to appreciate him (it was actually a little nerve-wracking to post rhys and carmine on twt because carmine is... technically an oc). that's why i describe carmine to be a special kind of fo. he's an oc of a mod and that's pretty neat

those are my main familials, but i'd also like to give a shoutout to my secondary familials!

when i tell you there's so many cool characters in this game I wasn't JOKING. these guys are so... AUGHH i feel like they would be the best guys to have around to make my day better. looker is more uncle shaped to me, he's not exactly the BEST caretaker (shh i know emma) but i know he's trying his best. it's hard to juggle being an agent and a friend but i understand that and i appreciate his efforts. playing platinum to see this guy appear, i just KNEW he's gonna be the coolest. and i wasnt wrong! he's associated with my oc ilynne along with blake! for po.kespe consumers, yes - they are all coworkers!

professor sy.camore is definitely a father figure to me. i love his enthusiasm and i know he's the best guy to cheer someone up. his cheerfulness is endless and he literally mentors 4 kids, if he can do that then surely he can make my day better (a miserable young adult /jjj) i really wanted to make a kalosian oc for him. i envisioned the oc to be an ex team flar.e member who wanted to renew herself from her past deeds (as she was foolish to not understand lysandre's grand plan) and sy.camore was there to rescue her from her crisis and helped her start somewhere by being a student under his care. they would develop a father-daughter dynamic and i think that's very sweet 🥺💚

in case you noticed. my main familials are a case of like ... me wanting to nurture them. but my secondaries are the other way around and it's like... what if i was the one being nurtured and cared for? pretty cool...

that's all for today. thank you familials 💚

[bambinotattoo]

Hey everyone, I hoper you have a great day today. Treat yourself and each other great today.

So this past weekend I wasn’t feeling that well, not well at all. Which Is kinda rare honestly, either way. Over the last few weeks/days I have been noticing myself experiencing episodes of light headedness and even passed out a time or two. Which is effin scary cause I live along ( future Mommy, now is the perfect opportunity to tell me it’s okay, your here to take care of me!! “A boy can dream”.

So as you can imagine passing out and falling down can be pretty dangerous, actually crashed into my bedside table on Saturday and broke it into PIECES. CHIPPED A BONE IN MY HAND TOO. I’m not a big fan of hospitals and all of that, but thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go and just make sure things are okay. Being a full time diapered baby, sometimes it can be tricky. I generated speaking will only go if I have a friend or sitter to kind of help be a buffer. Just in case I say something dumb, or someone gets suspicious. I will also usually change into a “Normal” diaper and avoid wearing anything to “babyish”. Just easier that way.

Well, lol, this weekend I was feeling so gnarly that decided they can think what they want…I am coming comfortable and as myself. I was wearing a pink Princess with a booster, a bright blue onesie and some pastel blue full zip and baby patterned pair of footed Jammie’s. Fuck it, right. Lol. As well, the only diaper bag I had packed was my pink clear acrylic see through backpack style one. To put it lightly, it was Halloween in my bubble and boy did I get the stares and looks. I just put my paci in and ignored them. Thankfully the waiting room was fast and I was taken back with in 15-20 minutes

By the time I was escorted back, I had filled my diaper almost to the point of leaking. Hell I was sure the front desk girl could hear me release embarrassed pee pee streams the whole time we checked in. Which always happens. A great way to know if your really got me flustered is immediate bladder evacuation, followed my a beat red face and a goofy smile. The nurse that brought me to my room was trying to mind her own business and just get on with things, but offered to help get me into a gown since there were s many snaps on the Jammie’s. She then discovered the onesie, which of course had been leaked on showing I was blatantly a helpless little pissy pants. I ended up just standing there silent, looking scared to death I’m sure, while this attractive woman near my age stripped me of my baby clothes exposing just my saggy, stinky, diaper. And a pink baby one at that. She looked up at me with a little distaste and I started wimpering. She quickly began to console me and wrapped me in the gown and had me sit down.

“I know it’s none of my business, but that diaper is pretty wet isn’t it”

“Um, y…ye…yea”. As I started getting more upset.

“Hey little guy, it’s okay, it’s okay. Is that your diaper bag over there”

“Um, yes. Yes it is.”

“Okay, here in a lilts while when I get a few seconds would you mind if I changed you?”

This wasn’t the first times something like this happened, it pretty common. Just never had I come to a medical situation with this much ABDL swag before. She just smiled and told me to try and calm down and things would be just fine. She exited the room and I was left alone awaiting the doctor and etc

The first doctor came and went, nothing to crazy, but wanted me to consider seeing a Urologist while there. I sure maybe, but knew it was a no.

Several minutes later and the fist nurse came back in and closed the curtains behind her.

“Okay little guy, let’s get you more comfortable…huh?”

I just nodded and signaled for my diaper bag. I pulled out a Tykeables, my wipes, powder, and desitin as I had been nursing a rash for a few days. She giggled at the powder and ointment and said I need to make sure and change more often to ovoid that. I told her I know, and joked about needing a full time caregiver to make sure.

She actually popped my paci in, gave me a smile and told me to relax, and everything will be done quickly. I couldn’t tell her that I loved being changed without sounding like a creep so I just smirked, laid back, and started rhythmicly sucking my pink pacifier. She got the VERY wet diaper untapped and began to wipe me down with the SUPER cold wipes (I’m used to my wipe warmer). Right as she was going to slide the new diaper unde me and as she was saying

“Okay, life your butt”

There was suddenly commotion near the screen that separated my spread eagle bottom with a diaper being slide under, and anyone walking past and or etc. she immediately shouted

“Hey, hey…I’m busy in here…DO NOT COME IT. Private private stop”

And guess what, they did not stop. To my horror and here annoyance the doctor from earlier and THREE resident doctors started piling in. He saw what was going on and didn’t care at all. I am laying there, more red faced than I had even been while getting a change while the doctors just hung out waiting for her to finish. I tried closing my eyes to block out the more than uncomfortable situation, right up until when the doctor said

“So, why are your wearing diapers that look like that? Aren’t those the like fetish ones people wear?

The doctors and nurse changing me all tried not to laugh.

I wasn’t able to communicate that well through the fog of humiliation but did manage something to the effect of…

“I don’t like it when they leak. These kinds are thicker and make me feel more secure.”

The doctor made his snide remarks the nurse finished up and I was dry, and covered again. After a battery of tests the doctor wasn’t concerned about my passing out and all that, but did want to keep me for 24 hours for observation. I argued and pleaded to not be held over, but the decision had already been made and there was already a bed on the 8th floor being prepared. The nurse that changed me went out above and beyond and explained that she was talk to the nurses station where I’m going and let them know of my special needs, that way there wouldn’t be any confusion. I asked if I could have a friend bring some some supplies because I only had 1 more diaper in my bag and my onesie wasn’t the cleanest. I did, and my friend Ashley who babysat a occasionally was giving to drop by later with a care package.

After getting up to my room I began calming down and accepting the situation I was going to make the best of it. Around that time a nurse I hadn’t met yet comes in knocking and wanted to introduce herself and figure out all the details and etc.

“H there, Eric? Yes hello, my name is Nora and I willl be your nurse tonight and until 6am or so. I hear your an extra special little one, yea? Lol.

I really didn’t know what to say or what she expected me to say, but I just smiled blushingly and nodded my head.

“You really are a shy one, they were kidding. Lol. Okay, so, this is a hospital, I am a nurse, and diapers and changes are absolutely normal and nothing weird! I hear you like the babyish ones and even the cute toddler clothes too”.

Still blushing, she just smiled and started coming near me.

“Well, let’s just see what we have going on, shall we? I will be checking you everytime I’m in the room. So just be prepared for it. Are you used to that or are diapers a new thing”

What ya think, y’all want the rest?

[musings-of-a-crazed-musician]

Not sure if this is what you meant by “ask me anything,” but here I am anyway! Thanks for answering my questions! I appreciate it so much.

I do have a couple more questions, though.

What’s an RA? What are most people’s relationships with them like?

What are some common things college students fuck up? Like not getting enough sleep, not cleaning enough, not eating well, not going out enough, etc.?

What are some events students are encouraged to go to? What are some events that they’re required to go to?

How do class schedules work? What’s the routine for signing up for classes? What about going to classes? How often do they meet on average, and what’s the difference between classes that don’t meet as frequently and classes that meet very frequently? Is it in how important they are or how much content they cover?

I’m so sorry to bother you! I realize I have a LOT of questions and you might not have the time to answer all of these, but even so, thank you again for responding to my first post.

You're good!

I realize I probably should've just reblogged perhaps so that others could see but oh well lol

What’s an RA? What are most people’s relationships with them like?An RA is basically just in charge of a dorm hall. At my school, they're in charge of half a hall, for instance (dorm name) South or (dorm name) North. (PS. If you need to make a dorm name, pick a weird last name. Then just call it like, Smith Hall or whatever, students will just call it Smith.) However, people don't really call it that (south or north) lol, it's just for ease of officially naming haha. Anyway, theyre students that have no roomate usually and are kind of like big siblings for the students; making sure they follow the dress code, being there to take them to the airport at 3 am, being there so that people can come into their rooms with problems or tears, being there just to listen, coordinating with the school. For instance, they make sure everyone's out during a fire drill. Usually, the girls are pretty good friends with their RA, and the boys can be too, but in my experience they don't really know them that well. My female friends however are good friends with their RA and would routinely burst in with whatever shenanigans they were pulling.

What are some common things college students fuck up? Like not getting enough sleep, not cleaning enough, not eating well, not going out enough, etc.? Oof, that depends on the person and the major. I'm a music major, and this past fall semester I was routinely getting to bed at like 3 and getting up for an 8 am. I lovingly bully most of my friends to sleep and we all heartily congratulate them if they get like 6 hours lol. I knew a senior who typically didn't get more than 4, but she was well known as being absolutely crazy tho lol. However, some of my friends have lots of free time and get sleep. This one particular friend is an english major for reference. However, I think post people do struggle lots with sleep deprivation, but it wouldn't be too rare for someone to actually get good sleep (though everyone will go crazy when they announce that they got a full 9 hrs lol). Typically, everyone I know cleans ok, but there's certainly a rush before room checks. Also, the boys dorms are typically stinky lol so idk what theyre doin XD. Eating well is def a problem, since you get what the cafeteria gives you. My friends have gotten food poisoning, one friend had an earwig in his corn muffin, and we routinely question if the meat is what it says it is haha. At my school though wee have like healthy sections, were you can get a handmade sandwich or salad, as well as like premade healthier stuff and gluten free stuff. As for not going out, it depends on the person. However, Walmart trips or errand runs typically become a group thing, and random runs to nearby cities to buy the new Taylor Swift album exclusively at Target have also happened. So I'd say that those who never leave their room anyway have a hard time getting out, but even my busiest friends can carve out time for donuts or emotional support coffee. Also, people LOVE going to coffee shops to study or write, often in groups. One thing I'd also say we have a hard time with is procrastination. If someone does homework days beforehand, everyone is amazed. (PS. Due dates are typically like, Sunday at 11:59 or at 11:59 the night before the day of the class. Sometimes they're class time.)

What are some events students are encouraged to go to? What are some events that they’re required to go to? Some events they're encouraged to go to are all of the Student Life events. My school's OSL team (office of student life, this may be different at different schools) put on lots of fun events, like a black tie award show for students, a roller disco, various dances like junior senior, and also a midnight breakfast for Christmas. One thing they aren't really encouraged to go to at my school are performing arts events, much to my friend group's dismay. Sports games aren't really announce either I don't think, but more people tend to go to those. As for events, we aren't really required to go to things, and if we are, we're usually a little grumpy about it. Once, we were mandated to go to a FAFSA explaining thing even though most of us had already done ours (a FAFSA is a form u fill out for the US gov't that helps them determine how much money in federal aid and scholarships you get, aka. how poor u are lol). Other than that, I go to a Christian school, so we have like a Christian credit system were we have to go to some chapels and various events, but none are technically mandated.

How do class schedules work? Classes are determined on a weekly basis, with some classes meeting for an hour on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and others meeting for an hour and a half ish on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The credit hours are determined by the amount of hours in a week you spend in the class, so 3 1hr classes=3 credit class. 2 1.5hr classes=3 credit class. However, there are two credit classes that meet 2 days a week, or 1 credit classes that meet 1 hr a week on one day. Also, there are some classes that meet for 3 hrs one day, but those are rarer. As for class schedules, you basically just add classes up in your week. Also, they're typically on the hour so it's just a 1 o'clock class.

What’s the routine for signing up for classes? With the exception of my very first semester, I got to pick all of my classes. This can become a balancing act though when you have a MFW 11 o'clock that is required for your major and another class at the same time that's one that you really like. For me, the registration opens up on different days for different years, so that the seniors can get in before the juniors and so on. It is online and you just pick classes and hit register. However, we meet with an advisor first, bringing our list of required classes and our plan on when we'll take them and the advisor tells you if that works or not. They'll give you advice on when to wiggle things around so that you can take the classes that only come around once every two years or so. Also, u usually won't end up with a class every hour, typically it's like, 1, then a few hr break, then like 3 in a row or smthn. Also, it can line up where you get done at like 12 MWF and like 5 TT. It just depends.

What about going to classes? Basically, you just figure out what building and room your class is in and go. Open hour slots are used for homework, random trips, work, or in my case lots of piano practice haha. Hopefully this answers this question! (Also, there's usually a short break in between classes. So, the 1 hr 3x a week classes [MWF] go from 1-1:50 for example, giving u a 10min break between classes, and the 1.5 hr 2x a week ones [TT] go from 12:30-1:15, giving you a 15 min break before the 1:30 class you might have. )

How often do they meet on average, and what’s the difference between classes that don’t meet as frequently and classes that meet very frequently? I kinda explained this earlier, but basically the ones that don't meet as much, like the 1.5 hr, still have the same credit hour count, so it's the same amt of material. However, the 2 credit ones typically cover less material and are easier, same for the 1 credit ones. For example, for my 2 credit music history class we had to memorize a bunch of music pieces and titles and we were going absolutely bonkers trying to figure out WILD pneumonic devices to learn them and our teacher came in and was like, this is too much work for a 2 credit class. From then on we haven't had to do that XD

Is it in how important they are or how much content they cover?

Basically, like I said earlier, it's based on the amount of time per week and how hard the class is/how much homework is involved. This isn't always really true, as you can have a hard 2 credit, so it that happens the students will probably be mad.

More tips: -the limit for classes is 17 credit hours, which for a normal major translates to about 6ish classes. For me, that's like 9 since I have a LOT of 1-2 credit classes. The minimum is 12, which is about 4 classes if they're all 3 credit. Most people probably take about 15.

-If someone, as I have done, is taking more than like, 5 classes, people start to be like ??????? and be worried for you, as that translates to lots of classes, no extra time, and lots of homework. So if you need a workaholic character, make them take like 17+ credits (They can take more it just costs more lol), work, have 0 free time, have constant homework and also get 0 sleep. Have their friends bully them about this.

-Lots of friendship time happens at the meal tables. I cannot tell you how many absolutely BONKERS conversations I've had at tables. Like, planning a raid on the government cheese caves in Michigan (Michigan..? idk). But, they really boost friendships, especially the ones at dinner.

-Also, CLUBS! At my school, there's a skate club, a community orchestra that used to be the orchestra club, there's like a swing dance club, there's a chess club, just whatever you can think of you can add. These clubs are also good for bonding, for instance two of my friends started dating and at least part of the attraction was because they were frequent swing dance partners.

-Also movie nights (!!!) are great ways to also improve friendships. Because Christian school, boys and girls are in different dorms, but open dorm nights at both sets are allowed once a week where a girl can come into a boy's actual dorm (They're allowed in the lobby, but not in the dorm unless it's open dorm.). Over this past semester, one of my male friends hosted a big multi-week watch party where several folks hate watched twilight and it was one of the highlights of my college career.

-Also, for friendship and/or shipping, extra curriculars are also good. I spent a lot of time with the co-stars in the last play I did. I became great friends with the twilight hate watching host because my character was right across from his character in the show and our characters had a little thing for each other.

-Feel free to have people at each other's houses. I live close by, so I have had several little parties and stuff at my house (Once we watched studio ghibli movies all day, it was great.)

-Also, people hang out a lot in dorms. Since I don't live there, I spent quite a bit of time in my friends' suite and basically just goofed off, or watched Scooby Doo, or watched Disney channel movies or whatever. (Side note, remember what I said about open dorm? that's only for opposite gender. I could stay in my female friends' dorms as long as I want, or spend the night or whatever)

-Not all colleges have gender split dorms. Lots actually have co-ed, so i don't really know what it's like there. Open dorm probably isn't as much of a concept.

Man, that was al lot! Hopefully that's not too hard to digest :D

Feel free to ask me anything else!

For now I have to go do homework for my summer classes XD

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Chapter 8! Kind of! Flailing in the general direction of a narrative and excessive use of brackets to move the action along!

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The second Josie sees Renfield, she cries out in relief and pulls him close to her chest, peppering his fat head with kisses. "Thank you, Kaz. [I was so worried]." Now that she's got her cat back, Josie can focus on other concerns. Her gaze drifts over to the circle of light where a valiant effort to get a modicum of work done after all the chaos.

"Josie...?" I warn, but there's not much heart behind it. After nearly losing Renfield, it's hard not to want to give her something nice. Maybe she could at least say hello. I look over my shoulder and sigh. "Be cool. Okay?"

"So cool. I'm very cool."

"I believe you." I don't believe her.

"Do you...?"

She pauses, looking down at Renfield in her arms. He's happy as can be, face buried in the crook of her elbow. I know Josie wants to take him to the vet to get looked at, and she'd be right to, but the risk of missing out on meeting the archivists. It's such a small thing, but I can still see it weighing on her.

I don't want to make her make a hard decision, not after tonight. "Listen, come by tomorrow. They're probably going to be pissed at me in the daylight and want to talk to Mr. Ngo about things. Might as well have you stop by too. Yeah?"

She hesitates before nodding, and despite her exhaustion, there's a distinct glimmer in her eye. "Sounds good."

"Let me know what the vet says?"

"Will do." Josie looks down at Renfield and sighs. "Thank you, Kaz."

"Sure thing. I'm glad we found him."

Josie heads off, and I turn back to the team, plastering my best customer service smile on my face, and get ready to grovel once more.

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[Kaz checks in with josie in the mormning, renfield is fine and seems healthier than he was in his last visit which is wild. But he's behaving oddly, hiding under tables, and refusing to be pet. So she's gonna keep an eye on him and keep in touch with the vet.

She also talks with the haunted archivists, gets permission to use the video with the cat in it, etc. she gets a selfie with them and ts delightful.]

Josie looks like she barely slept, but the fear and tension is mostly gone from her shoulders.

"Good news, then?" I ask, and she makes a face. I try again: "Bad...news?"

"Weird news."

"Tell me."

Josie pulled out her phone in search of the after-visit summary. "The vet says he's in perfect health."

"Well, that's good, isn't it?"

"As in, perfect health. No bladder infections, no kitty arthritis. Nothing. Even his breathing seem to be doing better."

"Definitely weird news, then." Renfield was a smush - faced cat. He'd been examined back when Josie first took him in the day she found him in the trash, and the vet said he'd likely suffer some issues in his old age. Sure enough, he'd slowly started to huff and sneeze and wheeze a bit as the years went by, though it was a mix of issues that lead to him being less active and more determined to fall asleep in your lap and drool on your pant leg.

"So..."

"I don't know. I scheduled a follow up at the end of the week with his usual vet, and we'll see. But here, look. See? He's totally fine." She flipped the phone around to show me a video of Renfield noisily chowing down on his breakfast.

"Aww, look at him." I cooed. "A little scrungus man."

"Be nice," Josie whined, even as she moved on to the next video of him scratching at his cat tree.

"An old scrunkly bungus."

"No, he's a sweet baby!"

I fully intended to continue insulting her stinky baby boy but the front door swung open again. "Hang on just a second," I said to Josie, then leaned back in the chair to call out the office door, "I'll be with you in a second!"

A familiar voice answered, "No need."

Ah. The Archivists were back. I felt my whole body cringe, hoping against hope they hadn't reported last night's chaos to Mr. Ngo. A quick glance to Josie told me that she matched my dread with her own levels of excitement. "Be cool," I hissed.

"So cool." She nodded aggressively.

Neither of us were capable of being cool. I was fully prepared for another round of groveling and apologizing until Lourdes poked her head in the door with the biggest smile on her face.

"Morning!" She chirped, and waltzed in, followed by Mick and Maddie. I would have questioned their energy levels after last night were they not all sporting cups of coffee from a local cafe. I had similarly loaded up on caffeine before work and had a backup cup ready to go under the office's coffee machine.

"Morning...?"

"Sup." Josie crossed her arms and leaned against the desk, which would have been perfectly casually if she also wasn't visibly restraining herself from fangirling over both Archivists and their manager standing less than five feet away. She does not miss the dubious glance I shoot her way, but manages to say nothing.

"So the three of us were talking last night," Maddie begins, glancing down at notes on her phone.

"Look, I'm sorry. I swear that one wasn't planned. Josie's cat never runs like that, and he--"

"We'd like to use it in the video."

"What?"

Maddie gives me a look that seems to say keep up, we're talking business here! "It's great content. The team's in the middle of a successful [seance? what's the word] and in comes a cat. I think the audience would be disappointed if we don't do a little Q&A with him, too. You know, just as a little bonus."

I glanced to the side. Josie's practically steaming with the effort of keeping her calm. Frankly, I'm more than a little impressed. "I mean, you'd have to ask his owner, right?"

"Of course, yeah," Maddie says, and the team nods in agreement.

"No, I mean... the owner...?" I gesture to Josie.

She waves.

"Oh -- oh, hey, cool! Hi, I'm Maddie." She reached out to shake Josie's hand, and gestured to the other two. "I don't know if you know us...? This --"

"Mick and Lourdes, Haunted Archivists. I know you guys. Um -- that is, I've seen your show, and --"

I kick Josie lightly, and she clears her throat, getting a hold of herself.

"Yep, yeah. So cool. Um, yeah, that was my cat Renfield that you... want to use in the video, apparently?"

[They greet Josie and talk and of course she's excited.]

She talks about some of the local legends, and points them in the direction of the librarian

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ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ

stealing stealing is a thief is a stinky little thief ☆

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ( ꜱ ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ?

hard to? remember?? exactly?? at first Nathaniel was a wildly different muse. I think I was mad about Alois Black Butler Season 2 and my way of showing love to neglected characters was to steal their face for something. I combined him with other things I was into at the time and got to writing, and he. GREW. oh boy did he grow alois's face barely even works for him anymore. that's life. fun fact, he was a much more pompous brat at first. Like he's still a pompous brat but he had attitude. these days he keeps the attitude inside and tries to be more polite. sometimes

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ?

nothing.. general? it's case-by-case. maybe I don't love focus on shipping unless I can personally feel the chemistry, so I'm a little hesitant when it comes so that, but there's very little I'm not willing to explore

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ?

:333 I like angst.....

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ?

🤷‍♂️... it just happens. do people do it on purpose

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ?

silence. sometimes I can pull it off, but generally my brain doesn't like sound when I'm trying to write.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ?

wing it babey don't think just act

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ?

read above. the chemistry has to be clear to me or else I'm just kinda. ehh. There's a lot of potential types of relationships that I'd much rather explore

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ / ɴᴀᴍᴇ ?

aku! I stole it from the uh. from um. aku no musume/meshitsukai. evillious series. and also I'm evil. I picked it when I was 14ish and it just stuck www

ᴀɢᴇ ?

25 now oh boy

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ?

Jan 30!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏuʀ ( ꜱ ) ?

all are good! lean toward muted/darker blues and greens but all good

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ( ꜱ ) ?

hhmn. outing myself as a vocaloid dweeb. hm. I don't have favorites, but lately samsa, Hi Φ CLUB, and yacchatta wa are up there at this exact moment tho, enamel by sid got stuck in my head somehow 😷 >didn't even listen to it recently

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ?

UH UM I don't. most recent new movie I watched was del toro's pinnochio I think? I could be forgetting something. I didn't get myself to watch it til a few months ago oop I rewatch movies from babyhood a lot when I draw or sleep cuz I don't wanna think in those moments so those don't COUNT

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ?

uhhhhh dw about it

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ?

hiΦclub. so why is enamel in there. watch hiΦclub.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ?

hmm. looks around runs away.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ?

spring and fall!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ?

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[andvys]

hi hi hi andy!!! i just read the rest of the chapters and they were SO GOOD 😭😭 IM LITERALLY SO EXCITED FOR THIS STORY and here are my little thoughts 🤭 how are you lovely? - honey anon

They’d been together for over a year and she couldn’t even remember what he liked. Should he even be surprised? No. A small thing like this still managed to hurt him. 

the way stancy never works out 💀

You were the first to jump. 

damn talk about desperation

You were friends with Billy Hargrove? 

girl now THIS is inexcusable

He stares at the one of you first, it looks as though you have cried, but you are smiling, and the only thing that covered your body was a blanket, while pushing the camera out of your face. 

ew i can't get past that sorry blondie 😭

“Fuck no. We weren’t even attracted to each other. I just, at that point we were close and I trusted him so uh.. I just wanted to do it with someone that I felt comfortable with and uh, the beer helped too, I guess,” you say with a small smile on your lips.

oh okay that's better LMAO i let out a sigh of relief

“I told him that it was wrong, what he did, that you did the right thing, that I told him time and time to lay off Max. Damn, I even slapped him across his head when he broke her skateboard.”

good for you girly

“Bla bla bla,” she rolls her eyes at him, sighing in relief when you finish up with the final touches. 

she's so me

Besides, Joyce invited you all to a formal dinner, after all. You can’t show up in jeans and a t-shirt, even Max put on a skirt today and that girl hates dresses and skirts with a passion.

max is so me!! i adore her 😭

On the drive to the Byers/Hopper house, you picked up Lucas before you made a quick stop at the store to buy a cake, none of you wanted to show up with empty hands and you didn’t know what else to get – besides the little bouquet of flowers that Lucas got for Joyce. 

i love joyce and hopper together, they're my fav stranger things ship ❤️

“Honestly, I think a girls only place would be so much cooler,” Max says to him, “just peace all the time, no boys, no stinky clothes lying around… just pure girls heaven.”

SHE'S ACTUALLY ME IF I WERE IN THIS STORY

“Oh,” Lucas smirks, looking over his shoulder at you, “he means, once you and Steve stop acting like you hate each other and you’ll fall in love and get together, you won’t only have a boyfriend, you will also have a girlfriend which is his best friend,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

ROBIN

You eye her up and down, she’s wearing black dress pants, suspenders over her red blouse. Your lips curl into a smirk when your eyes meet hers. She opens her arms for you and you hug her, leaning closer to her ear, “if I was into girls, I’d be on the floor for you right now, Buckley,” you joke, suggestively. 

same

She starts chuckling, “no, I just mean because you’re so gorgeous,” she winks. “I know I’d crash the car, I’d be too busy staring at you.”

blondie should throw the men away and get with robin

“I’m craving something sweet on my lips right now, so please… Can you make me a drink?” You ask with a sickly sweet tone in your voice, not intending these words to sound so… suggestive and you don’t even notice it either. 

she knows what she's doing...

Your lips part and you start blinking, looking up at him before your eyes fall to his chest and you squirm beneath his stare. 

TENSION !!!

“W-Wait what!?” Dustin shrieks, “you’re getting married!?” 

YES CAN I BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING

His hand touches yours. His hand envelopes yours fully. His chest is almost pressed against your back. Your heart flutters and your knees almost buckle for real, this time. 

the chest against back is giving me finnick flashbacks-

“I-I didn’t know you’d be my ride tonight.”

what kind of ride ya know ;) ;) ;)

He tries not to look at you, but it’s hard not to when he for some reason feels some sort of electric pull towards you tonight. 

you know what else is hard?? ok i'll stop

Not only did he look at you like he was ready to flirt, he also placed his hand on your lower back when he led you into the living room earlier – and as though that wasn’t enough to make you crumble, he also leaned in to whisper ‘cute skirt, Blondie.’ 

i would die (in a good way)

“Do you guys want something sweet?” Steve asks, “I got ice cream in the freezer.” 

I WOULD KILL FOR SOME ICE CREAM RN OMFJHSJSHSJ

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your ear, “it’s so tight in here.”

that's what he said-

Your whole chest is already wet from all the water you have been hit with and his angry voice irritates you. 

OMG OMG BOOBS

Robin chuckles, “should’ve kept the bra off, babe.” 

robin 🤝 me = thinking about boobs

Steve can’t see your face or the looks you are giving to the man who is staring you up and down with nothing but hunger in his eyes, but by the way you walk past him without even turning your head or looking back, he knows that you’re giving him nothing. And yet, it doesn’t stop his anger when the guy keeps checking you out, shamelessly, following you with his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at your ass. You’re not even aware of it as it seems and it wouldn’t be the first time. 

ANDY I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION. IS THIS STEVE AN ASS MAN OR A BOOBS MAN

“Munson, that girl had a sense of humor, you just have a lack of fucking tact,” Steve says, shaking his head at his friend, in pure disbelief. 

HAHAHAHA YEAH

“Thanks, Sweetheart,” he smirks at her, surprising both you and Steve with the confidence in his voice. 

EDDIE X WAITRESS !!!

He would fuck you right there on this table if he could.

idc i would be willing 🫡

He bites back the smirk as he scoops up the whipped cream off the table, with both his middle finger and ring finger, bringing them up to his lips, he looks back into your wide eyes as he places them into his mouth, watching the way you break eye contact to look at his lips. 

i would die x2

He holds the steering wheel tightly, keeping his other hand on the gearstick, dangerously close to your thigh. He keeps sneaking glances at you, at your soft skin, at the way you press your legs together, at the way your fingers play with the loose string on your shorts. 

i remember when i was doing my driving license and my instructor would sit with his legs spread so wide i once gripped his thigh instead of the gearstick

“Well, I’m going to lay out in the sun, in my new red bikini.”

girl pics or didn't happen

You almost cause his heart to stop beating, when your face is only inches away from him now, and you press your lips against his cheek, kissing him, completely shocking him, leaving him a stuttering mess. 

OMG

He slams the door shut and presses his back against it, hastily unbuckling his belt, the clinking and his heavy breathing being the only sounds to fill the room… for now. He pushes down his boxers and his pants, just enough so he can pull his dick out – his tip is an angry red, already leaking with pre cum, he spits into his hand before he wraps his hand around his aching cock.

OH MY GOD THIS IS NEW!!! THIS IS A NEW TERRITORY SOS SOS SOS

His muscles tighten as he increases the tempo, using his thumb to rub the slit as he imagines it being the tip of your tongue as you look at him with big and teary eyes. 

AAAAAA IM JUMPING IM CRYING IM SCEEAMING!!!!!!

“I’m a good driver, what are you talking about, Eds?”

me to myself every day

“Well look at what the cat dragged in,” he jokes as he steps towards you, “come here, chica.” 

I LOVE ARGYLE SO MUCH

“Wetting his dick with Heidi seems more fucking important today,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes as she raises the beer to her lips. 

NOOOO FUCK THIS GUY

“W-What are you doing, perv?” You stutter as you watch him play with the opening of your towel. 

ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM!! (IM NOT)

Steve is kissing you. 

YESSSSSSS

“None of that,” he murmurs as he leans over, his hands digging between your ass and the mattress as he suddenly pulls you to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees before you, he throws your legs over his shoulder and looks up at you with hooded eyes, “I need to hear you first.” 

IM DYING IM DEAD !!!!

He eats you out slowly, yet desperately, fingers and tongue now working together to unravel you. His eyes are closed and he keeps moaning and whimpering as saliva runs down his chin. He looks so content, so pleased from only this. 

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD IM SPEECHLESS

“O-Oh fuck…” He shudders, eyes nearly closing at only that. 

my reaction exactly

“You take me so well, holy shit, Blondie,” he whimpers, voicing out his thoughts, brows scrunching together as he watches you, your lips parted, moans that he only ever dreamt of leaving you. “L-Look at you, fuck. If I knew that my cock would shut you up, I would’ve done this a long time ago.” 

OH MY GOD??? ANDY THIS IS--- 😭🤭

Your tears fall freely, your whimpers turning into cries the moment his thumb finds your clit again. 

MY STOMACH IS DOING THE THING

“I know, I know…” He coos, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck. 

HE KNOWS 😫😫😫

He scratches the back of his neck, pressing his lips together as he watches you fall asleep so quickly. He can’t help but feel smug as he looks at the way your thighs are trembling still. 

no cuddles my girl just went straight in 😭

HIIII BESTIE <333 YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED! AND THIS JUST MADE MY DAY OMFG 😭 IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE CHAPTERS!!! (I am currently working on the next one hehe)

YOUR REACTION TO BILLY MADE ME GIGGLE -- I feel the same, don't worry LMFAO

TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION: I genuinely think he's both, although I kinda lean more towards ass man in this one, I don't know why -- he'd still bury his face in your boobs though no question asked. but he will grab your ass every chance he gets so...

IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE SMUT 🤭 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE

ALSO STOPPPPP THE PART WITH THE DRIVING INSTRUCTOR MADE ME BURST OUT LAUGHING THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EMBARRASSING LMFAOOOOO

& I'm doing good! I've been writing a lot and enjoying the sun (finally) 😌 how are you, love???

[your-local-hoemie]

EVERYONE SHUT THE fuck UP- I GOT MY BOY!!!!! AFTER MISSING HIS FIRST BANNER I FINALLY GOT MY STINKY LITTLE JERK I take back what I said about his hair I didn’t mean it I swear- god I need a life jfcufidkk

Also this fucker took literally 80 pulls to get and I can’t afford to c1 him. Stubborn asshole I adore him. I want to blend him into soup and drink him.

[poseidonsworst]

I also lost my cat of 13 years in October.

His name was Larry. My big silly boy was with me through my years long mental health crisis in high school, my recovery through that the first year of college, and the decline of my physical health during the rest. Him and Lady Macbeth were such important constant friends through all of that. I often credit them with saving my life a few times while my mental health was at it's lowest. Even if they were more Disservice Animals than they were service animals once my physical health started to go.

He was such a silly, ridiculous cat. I didn't take near enough pictures of him, but it was still hard to choose which ones to put here.

He used to play fetch with hair ties and rubber bands, and his favorite places to be were either snuggled up with Lady or on his favorite blanket in my lap (pulling out my head phone cable or messing with my keyboard!!)

He was obsessed with yogurt and sitting on top of fridges. And when my chronic pain made me too squirmy to be a comfortable lap, he'd squish himself onto this rickety old kitten-sized cat tree just to be near me. It was way to small for him, and wobbled whenever he shifted. It honestly took a lot longer for it to break under his big ass than I thought it would, but he still hung out there.

About a year and a half ago I developed MCAS, which is basically Allergic To Everything Disorder, and what was previously a minor cat allergy escalated to the point where I couldn't breathe if my babies were in the same room as me. I had to go send them to live with my parents, and it was several months into that time when Larry was diagnosed with jaw cancer.

The chances of him pulling through were to slim to put him through all the surgery and chemo treatment would entail, so I decided that allergies be damned I was gonna spend as much time with him as I could.

I got about a week.

The vet told me I'd know when it was time, and that time came when he'd only eat if I hand fed him. He crawled up on my chest, looked at me, and started pawing at his face like he was asking me to do something about it. He was already on a lot of pain meds, so the best thing I could do for him was let go.

During that last week he still curled up on my lap on his favorite blanket, and ambled after some rubber bands I shot across the room. I made an appointment for a specialty vet come to my house so he could be comfortable and I could hold him as he went.

Despite that, I managed to put off grieving him because I'd already mourned having to send them to live away from me. This post is what I finally needed to pull his ashes out of the closet and finally properly welcome him home, so he can sit on my lap on his favorite blanket.

Thank you Larry for being my best friend through so much, I'll always love you my big stinky man.

Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.

Wherever you are, Lyra my little summer star, I love you always! Thank you for being the best thing in my life.

[windex-for-blood]

Fuck me, does this FUCK DOG

This has got to be one of the most hackneyed, cloying, by-the-numbers, soulless attempts to pry emotions out of an audience with blunted fish hooks I've ever seen, and I watched Pay It Forward once. On purpose!

The episodes STARTS with a speech about medicine sometimes requiring you to break the rules. It's so hideous cliche that it reads like a joke that would be in a medical show-within-a-show gag on something like Scrubs.

The doctor is named Doctor WOLF. Because he's a lone wolf, you see. I can't even come up with a a hyperbolic comparison to that, it's so on the nose.

His first act is to sneak an alzheimer's patient to his granddaughter's wedding. He can't remember anybody there, we're told, but as soon as he starts playing the piano (that I suppose was just sitting there? With nobody actually hired to play it?), the "connection to kusic" temporarily restores his memory.

(Also, as an aside, who still has fucking Beach Boys playing at their wedding? The grandchild in question appears to be a young millennial/gen z, there's no way the brothers Wilson are on her track list.)

They set up a sequence showing our hero's quirkyness that's somehow worse than an 80's style Rube Goldberg alarm system. He lifts heavy weights while listening to Bach. His house has an almost Hoarders level of ferns strewn about. It's not even that odd, they want us to believe this dude is nutter than Skippy based on all that.

His doctor friend gives him the "you gotta work somewhere, you're too brilliant, remember you're a doctor speech" that was played out on M*A*S*H. His doctor friend, incidently, is probably not real. It's pointed out that doctor Lobo doesn't have any friends except her, and she doesn't interact with anybody but him. Mark my words, they're pulling the imaginary friend card.

The words "Don't ask what illness the patient has, ask what patient the illness has" re actually spoken, without somebody violently bursting into laughter.

Doctor Lupin swims in the fucking HUDSON GOD DAMN RIVER, TWICE. Because it's a "coping mechanism". Not only is that, in point of fact, highly illegal, it's extremely dangerous. They make a joke about how Doctor Loup is now stinky from this, implying he didn't shower,

After swimming in one of the world's most polluted rivers

Before his shift at a hospital

But honestly, he'd be lucky to just be a but smelly. He probably has tetanus and a staph infection, best case.

All of the side characters are introduced in a single monolouge, where they're all described by their one personality traits by one of the other interns. They proceed to do fuck all but read some zoning permits and hover near the patient's kids for the rest of the episode.

One of the sidekicks personality is that she takes medication, and asks the group if anyone wants to "split a Klonopin" with her. A car full of doctors. Just casually sharing perscriptions.

Much is made of how the doctor is a dick who doesn't like people. This is at least partially attributed to his having face blindness, as part of the theme about how nobody takes the time to understand mental illness, but he also says he doesn't like anybody. This is all informed, however, because he doesn't do anything particularly dickish, aside from attributing a patient' symptoms to a surgeon's poor performance. No belittling nicknames, no disregard for politeness. He's not even Not House, he's practically nice.

As mentioned, the whole theme of the show is supposedly about understanding patients with neurological conditions as people, which in this context translates to outre experiments to determine root causes and application of borderline-mystical rituals, in pursuit of a normalizing effect. This is motivated, Batmanishly, by Doctor Varg's father having had some as-yet-unnamed condition, which eventually resulted in him being sent away, implicitly institutionalized. The child Okami scolds his mother, saying his father is not sick, and that mom just "didn't understand him". This same mother, it so happens, is the chief of medicine ok the hospital Doctor ذِئْب now works, promising to treat every case as something that will never be fixable, something to be given up on, with heavy subtext of her original maternal sin in every episode. You could swallow more tripe if you swallowed an entire cow.

The word "understanding" is the thru-line of this train wreck, which is laughable considering how much is explained to the viewer in plain English, with almost nothing allowed to speak for itself.

I understand that NBC is desperate for the new ER. That show was kept alive to the point it morphed into two or three other series in the course of it's run. But this is not it, chief. This is blatant sensationalization of the mentally unwell with trimmings it actually being about treating them with respect, no different than mondo films that were showing people with physical deformities as a form of education. "Trite" doesn't begin to describe it, it's more more akin to volunteer to be struck with a hammer while a disembodied voice calls you a shithead.

Do NOT give this show a pass just because Zach Quinto gets to play a gay man in it. Do NOT confirm all the worst things they say about us

[amar-bell]

Power Rangers: NINJA STEEL

He was out training in their backyard, as always. It seemed to Cassie that that was always what her older brother did. Not that she was bitter about it. He always made time for her. Something Aiden never seemed to want to willingly do. Aiden never seemed to like Cassie that much, she never understood why. Brody wasn’t like that. Even with loads of work piled on his shoulder, something no one would expect from an eight-year-old boy, he always made time for her.

A hand ruffled her hair, and she looked up with a bright smile at her dad. “He’s doing great, isn’t he? He’s getting better every day. Why, Brody’s going to give me a run for my money!” He exclaimed proudly, and Cassie looked over at Brody with a smile. He still hadn’t noticed their father, he seemed to be quite engrossed with training. Classic Brody. 

They stared at the boy in silence for a few minutes, before Cassie looked up at her father. “Where’s Aiden?” She asked him curiously. “He’s gone for a shower, Cassie. He should be out in a few minutes. Speaking of showering, Hey! Brody! Time for a shower buddy! You’ve done enough training for a day!” Brody stopped his training with the fake sword that their father had made for them. “Alright!” 

He ran over to them, pulling Cassie into his arms with a grin. “Hello, wildflower!” Cassie giggled and tried to jump out of this grip. “Stinky! Stinky!” She squealed. “Hey! You’ll be super stinky when you start your ninja training too! But will that ever stop you from hugging your older brother?” Brody asked her, kissing her on the cheek. “That’s different!” “Is not!” 

Their father simply chuckled. “Okay, okay, that’s enough for you two.” He said fondly. “Dinner will be ready soon, so wash up Brody.” He nodded in response, spinning once with Cassie in his arms before placing her back on the chair she had been sitting in. 

“Aiden’s already showering, right?” Brody asked their father as the two of them went inside, leaving Cassie all alone in the backyard. Her life was happy, she had a loving older brother and father, what more could she want in life?

She smiled. Nothing. She had everything right here.

“Cassie! Come inside before it starts getting cold!” Brody called out to her. “Coming!” With a giddy smile, she ran inside.

~

Their father had made white pasta, with a lot of vegetables, one of them being olives. It was her favorite, and Aiden’s too. Maybe that’s why he was the first to come down when their dad said that dinner was ready, he was always the last if not. 

Brody had noticed that and had teased him relentlessly for it at the table. Brody was nine years old, while their oldest brother, Aiden, was ten. He never acted like the oldest brother, as their father had gracefully explained it once, he acted like a two-year-old, quite immature for his age, though, Aiden got into fights with their father quite often, which led him to becoming his least favorite, maybe that was just their father being irritated with Aiden?

Speaking of arguments… “Aiden for ninja’s sake! Could you stop dropping the plates?” Their father exclaimed as Aiden dropped the plastic plates on the floor. “It was an accident!” Aiden yelled back as Brody went to pick up the plates from the floor. “It was, Dad. I pushed him!” Brody said in an attempt to defend Aiden, who simply seemed irritated when Brody came into the conversation. 

Cassie sighed and rested her back against the chair. This was how it always went. Father and Aiden would argue. Brody would try to defend Aiden and make the whole thing worse. Aiden would yell at Brody, their father would yell at Aiden, and Aiden would go and lock himself in his bedroom. Their father would also get irritated and would lock himself in their bedroom, probably to write in his diary. Meanwhile, Brody and Cassie would cuddle up in their shared bedroom, while Brody would sing their special song to her until she fell asleep.

It looked like tonight would follow the same routine.

Brody and Cassie shared a glance, seeming to convey to her that that was exactly what was about to happen, along with the bonus of having to eat dinner alone together. 

CRASH! 

The noise startled the Romero household. Brody gulped and ran over to Cassie, pulling her into his arms like he usually did when he was scared. Their father grabbed his ninja sword and turned to the kids. “Aiden, stay here with your siblings. I’m going to go check what that noise was.” Cassie expected Aiden to scoff and refuse, but he nodded with determination, proceeding to sit down next to Brody and Cassie as the three watched their father open the door and go outside.

A good few minutes passed, and their anxiety grew. Cassie was shaking in Brody’s arms, tears running down her face as she watched the closed door for their father. “It’s going to be okay, Cassie. Dad’s a ninja master! He’ll be able to protect himself.” Brody said soothingly, and Cassie nodded in response. She could feel Aiden staring at the two of them, and she looked over at him and stared back. 

An awkward beat passed, as the two simply stared at each other. Brody seemed slightly confused, but he didn’t intrude, considering in his head that this was the longest time Aiden and Cassie had interacted with each other, even if they were just staring at each other. 

Their father opened the door, a look of excitement on his face.

“Come with me.”

~

“What is it?” 

That was Aiden’s first question to their dad when they finally saw it. It was a prism, covered in something black. It seemed like a metal of sorts, though Cassie had never seen any metal that looked remotely close to what was on the prism.

Brody and Cassie had half expected their father to simply ignore Aiden’s question as he did after their arguments, but it didn’t happen. “I’m not sure, Aiden. I’ve not seen anything like this.”

The prism was almost larger than their TV, and it was in the shape of a ninja star. All of them helped their father in whatever way they could to move it to the garage. 

The next day was spent removing the metal from the prism, which their father stored in a metal container. What they found underneath was a clear prism, and inside was a large ninja star, red. On the edges were designs colored yellow, blue, pink, white, and gold. 

Their father had called the metal, ninja steel since he melted it to make ninja stars. 

Aiden, Brody, and Cassie were fascinated by the ninja star in the prism. It had been the coolest thing they’d ever seen.

“Daddy! Daddy! Why don’t you try pulling it out from the prism?” Cassie had suggested to her father excitedly. He simply chuckled, reached his hand into the prism, and pulled it out. Cassie felt it. It seemed to be made of the same metal that had covered the prism. The ninja steel.

That had given her father the idea to put the ninja stars he’d made with the steel into the prism and see if they could make something new, but by this point, it was already midnight. 

“Tomorrow, Cassie. We’ll do it tomorrow.”

~

He was training again, and like a good little bodyguard, Cassie sat outside on the chair, like she always did when Brody was training. She was only five, but she’d always look out for her brother.

A hand wrapped around her chest and placed its palm on her mouth. The gesture made her blood run cold. Something told her it wasn’t Aiden or her father. 

“Hey! Let go of my sister!” Brody was running to her, sword drawn to attack whoever was holding her. 

What Cassie saw made her want to scream.

A monster, the most hideous she’d ever seen, grabbed her brother with ease and picked him up. Brody struggled in his grip, thrashing and screaming as he did. Whatever was holding Cassie still then picked her up into its arms.

“Cassie!” Brody called to her, struggling even more. “Dad! Dad help us!” 

Their father ran out, seeing both of them trapped, his grip on the ninja star that they got from the prism tightened, and he pulled out his sword.

“Dane Romero.”

The monster who appeared from behind the one holding her brother seemed to be the leader, and truly, nothing could be uglier than him. 

He moved over to their father, sneering at how small her father was compared to him. “No wonder the ninja nexus star came to you. You’re Earth’s supposed Ninja master.” The way she said it, it was almost like he was mocking her father. It seemed to be something her father picked up on.

The monster extended his hand. “Now. You seem to be a smart man. Give me the power star, and your children will be safe.” Their father looked over at Cassie and Brody, who were shaking their heads earnestly. “No! Don’t give it to him Dad!” Brody exclaimed desperately. “Keep quiet, Rat Bait!” 

That seemed to make their father determined, and he gave a firm look to the monster. “I will protect this star with my life.” 

The monster pulled out a sword, and he sneered. “And so you will.” He shot a ray of energy at their father, who placed the star in front of them as a form of defense. 

When it was gone, the two kids couldn’t see their father. In his place, was a man clad in a red suit, and a helmet. 

“It can’t be…” The monster holding Cassie whispered, a young woman. “He’s… he’s become… A Power Ranger!”

-

[luwritesomething]

Dean Winchester x Reader: tolerate it.

Warnings: Swearing (probably), angsty?? and with fluff but it remains angsty until the end. also, dean doesn't (know how to) acknowledge reader's obvious feelings for him, lowercase intended, unrequited love coded.

Tags: angsty, hunter!reader, reader has known sam and dean since kids, no season states, can be read as black reader, can be read as plus size reader.

Reader pronouns: they/them (used once)

Word count: 785

Summary: When Reader bursts into tears because of seeing Dean hurt, he doesn't know how to react.

Author’s note: another dean thingie because angst is my specialty and i was feeling THAT kinda way... I rarely ever write for Dean! Not because I don’t like him (I LOVE HIM), but because since I haven’t finished the show (i've just finished season 8) the requests have to be either pre-show or within those seasons. Anyways, Dean and Sam Winchester requests are open, but with those conditions !! love my boys <3 also gif is not mine.

you cried when you saw dean really hurt after a hunt for the first time in long months.

it made you feel childish and stupid, as you had been into the hunter life for as long as he had, as you two and sammy had been through hell and back; but when you saw the exhaustion in his face, the hopeless look in his eyes as he tried not to move his arm too much because the pain was piercing and burning him, you couldn't help it. tears had ran down your cheeks in silence, blurring the sight of the gold rush of a man you called dean, but before you could turn your face away from him and sam, they saw you.

"hey..." dean started, and that was enough for you. you couldn't take it.

your steps were quick towards the door of that old, stinky motel dorm the three of you had found hours ago, making sure to grab dean's impala keys before you stepped outside. sam called out your name and even opened the door, fearful that you might just take the car and drive away from them and the reality, the pain, the misery. but you only needed the keys to open the door to the car and lock yourself in, spacing out of everything around you to try and rationalize the cascade of emotions you were feeling.

sam sighed softly, almost in relief, when he saw you weren't going anywhere, and he closed the door with care before turning to his brother. dean's eyes were filled with worry, an anxious expression that sam hadn't seen many times outside of the battlefield, but he understood.

"should i..." dean had to clear his throat to recover his voice from the surprise, the hoarse shock your reaction had thrown him onto. "should i go talk to them?"

"later?" sam asked like that was dean's original idea. he heard dean rushing to him in agreement, like he had never intended to go right now. "yeah, i think you should. later."

dean nodded stiffly. "later."

later was an eternity, but dean waited. he cleaned his wound, patched it up with sam's help, got a beer and then he got a second one, and a third one. he waited, sitting in his bed with his gaze lost in the floor boards beneath his boots, and sam didn't try to pull him back to reality.

later came when sam decided to get into bed, shutting the little lamp by his side. dean brushed his face with his hand, rather harshly to wake himself up from the trance he had put himself into, and then he moved the curtains to the side to make sure you hadn't drive away from them. you hadn't, and he already knew that because he would have heard you, but his heart slowed down at the sight of you still in the car.

dean closed the door to the room softly and made his way to the door slowly. you had your eyes closed, as you sat on the drivers seat, not asleep but completely disconnected from your surroundings. he had to knock on the glass window to get you to open your eyes, and your eyes softened when they locked with his, so soft, so caring.

surrounding the car, dean got into the passenger seat as soon as you allowed him too, closing the door to allow the intimate conversation to stay inside the vehicle.

"hey."

"hey." you muttered. you let your eyes close for longer than usual, then turned to look at him. "i'm sorry, i overreacted."

dean pursed his lips slightly. "we've gotten through so much worse. you know that."

"i know." your voice was barely a whisper. "i know. i just worry, you know? i... can't really help it."

"i know." he nodded along to his words, giving them value, making you feel like he was finally listening to what you had to say. still, your heart ached. "but i'm alright. i promise."

"we always are."

he only looked at you from the corner of his eyes. "it's what the job asks of us."

"i know." you had never sound so bitter in your entire life, you knew. but he avoided to look at you, and you did the same. "you're alright."

some beats of silence. then, a slow grin started forming in his face, "you should've seen the other guy."

"too soon."

"ah, c'mere." his arm extended and wrapped you around your shoulders, pushing you closer to him. you let him handle you, accommodating your head against his good shoulder, closing your eyes. your heart ached more and more and more--- "we've survived. that's enough."

but it wasn't.

[megururus]

relax love ￤ anri teieri

cw : this is a wlw oneshot so if ur for some reason uncomfortable with that then leave!! anri has no shirt on at some point, but nothing suggestive!! teeth rotting fluff!!

a/n : this is for my gf and future wife, anri bc i love her sm, and she doesn’t get enough love🫶🫶 this also basically a bday post but i’m not gonna label it as that since it’s not the focus of this one shot!!

( august 17 — 9:58pm )

you knew anri had usually worked quite late work days, doing god knows what for ego, and his blue lock project. her usual arrival time home was about 8:30 in the night, but right now she was nearing the one hour late mark.

you began to grow nervous, confused and worried as to why your girlfriend was not answering your texts nor your calls. you took one big, deep breathe, telling yourself that there could be many reasons as to why she is not home at the moment.

these reasons come as;

1. ego forced her to stay back and do extra paperwork.

2. ego forced her to stay back and do the stinky laundry for the stinky teenage boys.

3. she got into a car accident that has left her with no way of contacting her.

of course, you hope the last one was not true, and prayed it would be one of the first two options instead, which seemed more realistic.

you honestly were starting to think like an overbearing parent, but one thing you knew for sure was that you were not the overprotective kind of girlfriend, not at all. you were just very concerned at the moment, you know?

deciding you had enough waiting, you pushed yourself off the couch and towards the front door, hastily grabbing your keys and slipping on your outside slippers. the ones you would usually sport when going last minute grocery shopping with anri.

just as your hand reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and in came a stumbling anri. you quickly held her up by her forearms, providing support so she could stand properly.

“anri, are you drunk?” you inquired, utter concern in your tone.

she looked up at you with a pout, blowing some strands of light brown, almost pink, hair that fell onto her face. “no i’m not drunk! it’s these damn heels, they’re squeezing my feet…my shoulders hurts, too…”

she kicked her feet, which resulted in her heels flying into a random place in the entryway.

you softly smiled at her, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her to the couch. you affably pushed her back onto the couch and visibly saw her stiffen.

“i’ll get that lotion you like and give you a massage, ‘kay?” you told her, though she quickly shook her head.

“it’s alright! you don’t need to do that for me,” she said as she was ready to get up from the couch, but you gave her a look. “or you can, fine!”

you quickly smiled and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her favorite lotion, ‘country ma’am cookies’ scent, and made your way back into the living room.

there sat anri in the same spot, back straight and stiff, while watching that random sitcom. she took notice of your presence and gave you a pointed look, clearly talking about the show.

“don’t even ask, it was the only thing on at this time,” you slightly frowned, then soon replaced it with a smile. “now, let me help you relax!”

your girlfriend sighed, and began to unbutton her pink top. she slid the shirt off her shoulders and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in her bra, making easy access to her shoulders and back.

you pumped some of the lotion onto your hand, rubbing it so it covered every inch of your palms and fingers.

“lie down for me, it’ll be more relaxing,” you softly instructed, to which she obliged to. she laid so that she was on her stomach, face squished onto the plush cushion.

you sat on her butt, giving you a more comfortable position to give your massage.

you placed your lotioned hands onto her shoulders, gently rubbing circles into the places that felt they needed it. when you got closer to her neck, you noticed she still wasn’t fully relaxed.

“anri,” you said, squeezing the spot where her neck and shoulders meet. “relax, love.”

it’s as if your words had a magical effect on her, since her body instantaneously eased. she looked much more calm and comfortable like this.

you continued working your palms and fingers over her neck, shoulders, upper/lower back, and a bit of her arms.

everytime your hands would knead a spot that felt good, anri would hum, her way of indicating that was a good spot and to continue.

it was quiet, nothing but skin rubbing and the sitcom was heard, though you had to ask your girlfriend a question. breaking the quiet room you asked, “so, why were you back so late? ego has you doing those boy’s laundry again?”

the girl below you breathily laughed, “no, thank god! but, he made me stay back to analyze some data about some of the players. looking at the same screen for so many hours strains my eyes.”

now it was your turn to laugh, you reached over to the bottle and pumped more lotion onto your palm. rubbing it in you spoke, “he needs to get off his ass and do his own work, and also stop eating those gross mayo ramen things.”

“i agree!”

another quiet atmosphere washed over you, something you both enjoyed and appreciated. you knew how much anri just wanted a break from work, she was very clearly worked to the bone, barely ever getting a vacation or a second to breathe.

you had hoped this small massage had released whatever physical stress she had in her body. swinging your leg off the other side of her body, you placed both feet on the ground, telling her you were done.

anri lifted herself with her arms, cracking her back after being in the same position for twenty minutes.

she moved to a sitting position and started to slip on her shirt that you had handed to her.

“so, how do you feel now?”

“wayyyy better, thank you, love,” anri said sweetly, dragging out her letters, then pulled you down to sit next to her.

you chuckled and placed a soft, chaste kiss to her lips.

“i’m glad!”

© megururus august 19, 2022