#i just want dew to be a happy bean

[forlorn-crows]

i just want dew to be loved so....

Aether peppers little kisses behind his horns, across his cheekbones, along the curve of his jaw. He wraps his big hands around Dew’s waist, pulling him closer against his chest.

“Aethe—what—” his hands are dripping with dishwater where he’s holding them above the sink like a helpless praying mantis. Aether just keeps kissing him, laughter bubbling up in his chest as he purposefully gets more enthusiastic. He noses for that spot on Dew’s neck that makes him crazy, but his breath is huffing over his skin with silent giggles, only serving to make Dew scrunch up and attempt to flee.

“Stop you bastard—t-tickles, stop, Aetheee,” he whines, fangs desperately trying to stifle the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Aether bumps his horns into Dew’s affectionately, ceasing his onslaught of kisses. “You’re just so cute, I couldn’t resist.”

Dew reaches for a nearby towel, still pinned against the quintessence ghoul’s body. “Right, because me doing the dishes is so attractive.”

Aether gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me, it is. I saw you from across the room and my heart stopped, fire lily.”

Dew’s face burns. “Whatever,” he mumbles, tossing the dishtowel on the counter. He crosses his arms and peers at Aether out of the corner of his eye, mouth still fighting back a grin.

“Look at you,” he presses the pad of a finger into the corner of Dew’s mouth, smiling wide. “Acting all shy. Like you don’t know how cute you are.”

Dew hangs his head, silvery hair falling to block his face. “Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“See! Doing it again,” he teases, pleased with the peek of dusty pink now running down his neck. Aether brushes the hair away from his face. “I love you all flustered,” he mutters, kissing the shell of his pointed ear. An involuntary shiver runs down Dew’s spine.

“I’m not flustered. Now if you’ll excuse me I have dishes to finish, thank you very much.”

“I think you’re a filthy liar,” Aether laughs, pulling him closer still. Dew wriggles in his grasp. Aether easily adjusts his grip to still the chaotic fire ghoul. He rubs his nose into Dew’s hair, inhaling the smell of cinnamon and shampoo. He exhales, purring contently.

“Do you know how crazy you make me? I just wanna eat you up,” he trills.

The reverberations are slightly intoxicating, lulling even. Aether’s still nosing and mouthing at his ear, over and over on that sensitive spot just above the back of the lobe. The combination of both of these things plus Aether’s words has him easily melting into the bigger ghoul, tipping his head back to rest on his collarbone and whining under his breath.

“Oh, like that, do you? Not distracting you, am I?” Aether asks with false innocence.

Dew ignores the tone entirely, in fact completely distracted by him. “N-no, I love it,” he stutters.

“Mm, I love you, honeydew.” Normally the rhyme would make him roll his eyes and scoff, but right now he couldn’t care less. Aether continues to kiss at the expanse of blushed skin between his ear and shoulder, pace considerably lazier and more pointed than before. His hands are roaming too, up and down his arms, his torso, palming at his waist. He gasps as Aether runs one hand down the front of his hip, sucking lightly on the junction of his neck at the same time.

He spins around in Aether’s grasp, looking up at him through long lashes. He runs a finger down his chest, stopping to poke him in the sternum.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love me, since you so rudely interrupted my chores, hm?”

Aether grins, grasping Dew’s chin with one hand. He leans in, centimeters from Dew’s lips.

“My pleasure.”

[smoshyourheadin]

Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 3 - Refreshing

“oh my god tell me EVERYTHING”

angela runs up to you as she hears your keys in the door, practically tackling you for information.

“okay! okay! so, well, we were editing, and then we streamed, and then i drove him to his apartment, and we kissed, and i dont know!” you retort, flopping down on the couch. “also wheres that ice-cream?” you ask her with puppy dog eyes.

“oh shoot yeah! ill grab it,” she scurries off for a minute, and returns with two bowls of vanilla ice-cream topped with strawberry slices. “here you are m’lady”

you hiss as your skin touches the cold bowl

“okay, so, how did it happen? was it good? do you think he likes you?” she begins to spew questions at you.

“one at a time jelly, jeez! okay so , it happened when we were outside his apartment, yes it was good, and i think so? maybe? i hope so at least.”

“well,” she says with a huf “if he doesn't like you he’s missing out!”

you giggle at her, and turn on tangled for the hundredth time this month, it’s your guys’ favourite. you curl up together under a blanket, and drift off.

the weekend goes on pretty smoothly, you and angela just hanging out. then monday comes around.

“cmon (y/n/n) wake up! we’re gonna be late!” you feel the mattress dipping, and rub your eyes.

“huh-“ you reply groggily, and then you realise whats happening

“ANGELA STOP JUMPING ON MY BED!” you laugh at her energy, as she flops down beside you. managing to hoist yourself out if bed, you throw on a sweatshirt and linen pants. on the way to the office, you guys stop at coffee bean for smoothies, which angela almost spills everywhere.

walking into the office, you spot spencer and give him a sweet smile. but he freezes up and just walks away.

what?

you shrug it off, and continue on through the day.

at around 2, you’re about to start shooting an aitah video with spencer and, obviously, shayne. but spencer is being really avoidant, not looking at you while kiana tells you about the shoot. so you chase him up just before the shoot, because you don’t want that tension on screen

“spencer hey,” you jog up to him in the kitchen as he grabs a mt dew kickstart. “whats up? why are you being weird with me? have i done something?” you look into his eyes as you ask him, and you can see his sadness.

“no, i just, i don't know…” he starts to trail off “i just feel like i forced you to kiss me when you didnt want to and i feel really shitty about it and i-”

“hey,” you gently grab his hands “it’s okay, it was nice. i liked it” you smile, and kiss him on the cheek, turning away to go get ready for the shoot. you feel the heat in your cheeks.

during the shoot, you and spencer share the chunky knit blanket as shayne reads you some of the most outrageous stories you’ve ever heard, and you wonder how people online are comfortable enough to say this kind of stuff

afterwards, as you begin to leave, spencer catches up with you.

“(y/n)!” he shouts, catching up with you at your desk while you pack your bag “so um, i was wondering, and obviously feel free to say no, um, if you’d want to go to the fair with me on friday night?” he looks nervous, almost as if he feels he shouldn't ask you.

“yeah, yeah that’d be nice” you smile at him, and his eyes light up at your statement. he thanks you, and says he’ll text you about it later. walking outside, you meet angela and hop in the car.

“what’s got you in a good mood? you’re only ever this quiet when you’re happy. what happened? DID SPENCER-” she begins to interrogate you as you pull out of the lot

“yes, it’s to do with spencer. he asked me on a date.”

angela gasps so loud you swear she could break glass.

“OHMYGOD FINALLY!! I THOUGHT HE WAS IGNORING YOU THIS MORNING BUT HE WAS PROBABLY JUST NERVOUS OH MY GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” she bounces in her seat, rattling the car. you laugh, leaning away from the hyperactive puppy of a best friend you have.

over the next few days, you and spencer start hanging out a lot more and get a lot closer. you find yourselves sharing longing gazes across rooms, staying up late into the night just talking about life, and discovering things about each other you didn't know. each moment you spend together feels like a lifetime, the bond between you two deepening with every laugh. and then you realise something. you wanted to spend all you time with him.

fuck.

friday evening rolls around, and you’re sat at your desk finishing an edit, and waiting for arasha to bring you a coffee, when spencer walks over to you. his hair is messy, and he’s wearing a plaid shirt tucked in his worn in dickies, with a denim jacket over the top. he looks beautiful.

“you ready to go?” he says, cocking his head slightly

“just give me a minute, im just finishing up this edit and arasha’s bringing me coffee. but feel free to hang out here while i finish up!” you say looking up at him with a smile.

you finish the edit, and arasha walks over with courtney and shayne, and coffee in her hand.

“sup lovers! (y/n) here’s your overly sweet coffee,” she sets it down on your desk, then taking a sip of her own “so, big plans tonight spencer? you’re dressed up…” arasha says slyly, raising an eyebrow

“i mean if taking (y/n) on a date is big plans then, i guess so” spencer smiles at her

“HA! I KNEW IT! IAN AND YOU OWE ME 10 BUCKS EACH” courtney fist pumps the air, and shoves shayne in the shoulder

“ugh why do you always have to be right! you suck!” he dejectedly pulls a 10 dollar note out of his back pocket, and she pinches it with a “thank-you!”. you just look at them all, mouth agape.

“you placed bets on this!?” you look at courtney in shock.

“i mean, obviously. i knew you liked him, but we placed bets on how long it would take for anything to happen. my guess was a month and a week and hey, here we are”

“huh, weirdly specific but… go you!” you smirk at her, standing up to slide your jacket on.

“well, if you’ll exuse us, we have oversized bears to win” spencer smirks and holds his hand out for you to take, as you walk out the office together.

“awh,” tommy says, walking up to the three of them who were lingering near your desk “they’re so cute together!”

“sup nerds, what are we talking about?” ian jumps in

“ian give me my 10 dollars, spencer and (y/n) are going on a date as we speak” she grins at him

“ughhhhhh, fineeeeeeeee. you’re the worst court”

you and spencer hop in the car, and drive off to the fair, and as soon as you arrive, you run and buy a tub of cotton candy.

as you walk around, arms linked with spencer, you drag him to all the shitty games that you’re convinced are rigged.

“what!! no i definitely hit that one!” you stomp your feet like an upset child at the coconut shy, frowning because you didn’t get the giant giraffe teddy.

“watch this” spencer says confidently, and you gawk at him as he hits all the targets perfectly.

“how the hell did you manage that!” you say in amazement

he just laughs and passes you the giraffe “years of playing video games sometimes pays off”

you take the giraffe, and decide to call it amanda. so obviously, you send her a picture

//

amanderp 😚

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you: [picture of you and the giraffe]

you: guess what i named it

amanderp 😚: giraffey?

you: nope, meet amanda ;)

amanderp 😚: omg i love you!! can she live at your desk? i want to meet her 😆😆

you: of course! i’ll bring her in on monday :))

//

you and spencer continue to sort of just walk around, giggling with eachother. as the night comes to a close, you get on the ferris wheel.

“its so pretty up here” you look out across the fair, the lights dancing over peoples faces as you sit at the top.

“yeah, makes you realise how pretty other things are” you turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you. he looks at your lips, then back into your eyes. you close the distance between you both, pressing your lips together sofly, bringing your hand up to his hair and gently running your fingers through his curls. you break it apart, foreheads presses together, and he giggles

“hey whats funny!” you pout, sitting up and looking him in the eyes

“you taste like cotton candy. you taste like you. just overly sweet.”

you cant help but smile, leaning on his shoulder and lacing your fingers together. he looks down at you, and in that moment, you became his sunshine.

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a/n: AHHH ITS FINISHED!! thank you all so much for the love on this series, it was so fun to write and it’s been so nice seeing your guys’ comments 💛💛 requests are open <3

[pernesophe]

Wind Breaker Boys x Touch Starved Reader Types

Master List

All photos were taken from pinterest - I tried to trace back the creator from the pinterest post. I'm sorry if some aren't credited! (Please let me know the creator's handle if you know it so I can credit them).

These are just the types of styles I was thinking for the reader with each character. I just found this to be a fun thing to do - if it takes away from your reading experience then you do not have to apply it.

I would like to be clear that I don’t write in depth descriptors for the reader, so the models in these photos are not representative of the reader. Just the clothes/style applies (if you want them to).

Characters in this post: Choji Tomiyama, Tsubaki Tasuku, Umemiya Hajime

{TW: none, fluff? mostly just reader's style descriptions}

Choji Tomiyama x Reader

I think reader would really play up the "spring vibe" in their style. Also, with them coming from an upper economic class, and their mom being so caught up on appearances, I think reader would have a good understanding of quality clothes and how to put together outfits in different styles. Though I think they would gravitate towards more of a Boho style if anything.

Choji was of course struck by reader from the moment he saw them, but he did notice, and thoroughly appreciated that their style is very "springy".

(Couldn't find the creator for this one, just reposts so if you know please lmk)

Song: July for the Whole Year by Devon Cole (sounds sad but happy in this sense).

I added this piece, because I listen to music while writing and this song seemed to fit. Definitely the song reader would choose as the "First Dance" song at her and Choji's wedding years down the line.

Choji's Scent Profile: Salty Waves, Pink Pepper, Lychee, Golden Delicious Apple, Coriander, Sweet Hay, Cypress Accord

Choji's Symbols: the midday sun / long summer days / fireflies

Reader's Scent Profile: Galbanum leaf, Honeysuckle, Lemon, Freesia, Lily of the Valley, Sage

Reader's Symbols: early morning / dew / spring sunrise / mist

Tsubaki Tasuku x Reader

I think reader would gravitate towards "unisex" clothes in earthy tones. One for comfort, and that's just what they like, but also to rebel against their mom a little bit too (since she keeps pushing girly/frilly styles onto reader). I think reader is more open to broadening their style after meeting Tsubaki when he helps them find a style that might appease their mom, but also still fit their style / comfort choices.

I think Tsubaki is the type of person who can appreciate all style types and just sees it as an expression of one's self, so I think he's more taken by the reader's genuine nature at first. I also believe that Tsubaki is the type of character who doesn't get caught up in anything "fake". Like relationships, compliments and the like, so when reader meets him and is completely starstruck by who he is - I think that's what got him.

(Couldn't find the creator for this one, just reposts so if you know please lmk)

Song: Honeysuckle Kisses by Orion Experience

Tsubaki Scent: Bergamot, Cardamom, Violet, Vanilla, Tonka Bean, Cedar

Reader Scent: Coffee, Honey, Clove, Orchid, Ambroxan

Reader's Valentine's Day Look

(Couldn't find the creator for this one, just reposts so if you know please lmk)

Umemiya Hajime x Reader

I think reader kind of just likes what they likes when it comes to style. Kind of Manic Pixie Dream Girl, but in a boho way. Enjoys comfort, fun colors, and something easy to clean since they work in the garden.

As for Umemiya, I don't think he has many in depth opinions about reader's style, other than he thought it was cute and liked it. He was more caught up in everything else about the reader, especially due to all the good things he heard before meeting them. Then when he finally did meet them, he was awestruck to find out that they were even better than everything he's heard.

(photo posted to pinterest by Lotus Tribe Clothing)

Song: Subside by Eloise

Umemiya's Symbols: Kodama (forest guardian) / wild ginger / misty forests / mossy roots

Umemiya's Scent: Lime, Sweet Basil, Jasmine, Bergamot, Sea notes, Peach, Freesia, White Musk Cedar, Oakmoss

Reader's Symbols: Izanami (Goddess who create the sea, lands, trees and other gods) / the sea / the beach / salt spray

Reader's Scent: Orange Blossom, Jasmine Sambac, Sweet Mint, Fresh Seaside Breeze, Labdanum, Vetiver Roots, Brown Sugar Accord

[xxundeadfanboixx]

Uhm shit fuck uhm shit uhm bad at feel goods and I know little of your beans but uhm... Since I'm obsessed with it--

Míchéal coming back after tearing apart his shop trying to find one damn socket. 10mm you think would be the problem, he has about fourteen spares. It was the bloody 8mm socket that disappeared, of all the fucking things to lose. And after busting his hand one too many times on the damn jeep he was supposed to be fixing. He said fuck. Shut the garage doors and stormed off to get a shower, get some food, and pass the fuck out. Maybe not even in that order.

And as things go from bad, missing socket, to worse, hot water used up, mess hall serving their rendition of a questionable 'meatloaf' with what /looked/ like carrots... Or maybe Jalapeno's... Míchéal would give up. Going to his room and trying to sleep off the bullshit of the day. Fat chance that happened with all the drunken bullshit and hopping and hollering of the New Years crap. Giving up and dragging a blanket and a pillow back to the garage to get away from the fifth horny couple to try and use his room. 'What part of occupied didn't they understand?!'

Just one more reason, just one more, and maybe he'd take a dishonorable discharge by beating someone within an inch of their life. Or at least put in solitary, or the brig, or whatever the hell it was called... It wasn't until he slipped into a backdoor, seeing a light on in HIS garage. Hand going to the pipe wrench. That discharge sounding real good if he caught another person-

The only thing that gave the man pause, was the first thing he noticed. Mussed mohawk, and the Sergeant in his boxers and a t-shirt sipping on a cup of... Something. Those damn blue eyes staring at him like a deer in headlights.

So many questions, so many violent urges screaming to bludgeon the Scot and take his piece of sanctuary back. With a heavy sigh he moved to sit down on the cot. Shoving the man over and looking at the steaming thermos, taking a swig and... At least it was fucking normal chicken noodle. Real food instead of the mystery meat. And Soap, just offering a smile and going back to sipping his own cup of soup as the two sat in silence. No handsy touches, no words, just... Silence. Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. A comfortable silence. A few shared blankets, and one shared pillow. A duffle forsaken, and despite the ache in his back from wadding up on a tiny ass cot with the man. A damn good sleep.

Waking up was almost a bit of disappointment no fuck ass mohawk insight but... A grease and blood covered socket and a small note next to another thermos.

"Happy New Year. Try an' not drop yer shit again. Heard you hollerin' in the mess hall. And found some clam chowder you were talkin' 'bout in yer sleep. Still owe me a New Years kiss.

-xoxo Your Handsome Scot

💋"

✨✨💖 hope this was a good attempt at fluff stuff 😭 feel better my mtn dew flavored alpaca friend 💖✨✨

For...for me?

Honestly, this made me want to cry (/pos) while reading it cause not only did you take time out of your day to write up a comfort fic for me, but you did my boys so well and softly. And I just want to pat you on the head in thanks. Don't mind the sobs, you don't hear anything.

The clam chowder bit made me feel all warm and comforted and coenfofof thank you friendo! ugly sobbing

[respectthepetty]

Hey there again. Ok. So I've just finished He's Coming to Me. And you were right. It's great. I laughed, I cried, I gasped… The pace of the show is just right. Nothing seems out of place or superfluous. All the cast is amazing. The rooftop scene was heartbreaking and Ohm is amazing in it. It really broke my heart even though I knew it was coming. It goes hand in hand with his performance in Dew which I thought was amazing. And of course you were also right about the coming out scene. It was so well done. It was really masterfully constructed from beginning to end. And Sine is amazing all throughout the show but in this scene specially, her expressions tell the whole story. What was surprising for me was that I actually liked Singto. He's so good here. So pretty much all you said was true but… (sorry, there's a but) I didn't like the ending. I mean, I didn't hate it, but it made me sad. I don't know if this is gonna sound weird but I wanted more for Thun. I wanted Mes to go into the light. And then Thun would grieve, sure, but eventually find someone else and remember Mes as his first love, but have someone else he could be in the world with. This is probably an unpopular opinion but there it is. All in all I'm so glad I finally saw it, so thank you for the push (and for the space).

@nothingsbetterthancoffee, I have other recommendations for you, but wait . . .

You didn't like the ending?

You wanted them to be separated?!

That's cool. I'm fine. I'm not hurt at all by the thought of them not being together.

I wanted Med to inhabit someone else's body, so Med could live again, and they could be together forever, but your idea makes sense too.

*sniffling* I'm glad you watched it. I'm glad you liked it. I'm glad you asked me about it. I'm just really *breathes deeply* glad.

Because now that you wrote your ideal ending, I can offer you shows that might interest you:

Something in My Room - Thai. About a ghost haunting a house so his death can be resolved and the guy he falls for. Ten episodes that are less than an hour each. This is the ending you wanted.

Kissable Lips - Korean. About a vampire and the human he falls for. It's quick with eight episodes that are ten minutes each, so an hour and a half in total, maybe. The ending would satisfy you. unlike the rest of us. It's supposed to get a second season, but I doubt it because one of the stars, Kim Ji Woong, is an idol again or something K-pop that I don't fully understand.

Eternal Yesterday - Japanese. About a zombie (?) and the classmate he falls for. It is eight episodes that are less than thirty minutes each. You will like the ending.

Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Soul - Thai. About a reaper and the doctor he falls for. Longer with twelves episodes about an hour long. The ending is happy-ish. You could like it.

Miracle of Teddy Bear - Thai. About a teddy bear that becomes a human and the guy he falls for. This is LONG at sixteen episodes that sometimes go over an hour long. I hated the ending. You might like it.

Choco Milk Shake - Korean AND Strongberry (who we trust!). About a cat and dog that come back to life as humans and the human owner they fall for. Quick with eleven episodes, that in total equal less than two and a half hours. The ending got all of us, so you might like it.

See the comments for more recs!

You don't have to watch any of them, and if you watched some already, cool beans. I just thought I'd offer you something for making it through your wall and finishing He's Coming to Me.

Congratulations on completing the GMMTV list, and thanks for the ask (and follow-up).

[ghoulelegy]

Hey there! I was wondering, do you write ghoul x ghoul fics, maybe some Dew x Mountain if you're okay with it?

Please take your time and don't force yourself :>

Yeah of course I write ghoul x ghoul fics! Let's go. I barely see Dew and Mountain stuff so I'm happy that I'm able to provide <3

This post in particular is very fluffy and wholesome, and includes interactions between Sodo as a fire ghoul and Mountain. I decided to leave it up to the readers imagination if they are in an established relationship or not.

I went over this a hundred times but there still might be some mistakes - so apologies in advance!

Voluntary Work - A Mountain X Dewdrop fanfiction.

Mountain is volunteering at the animal shelter when he spots Dewdrop petting an animal, in need of love.

Features: soft love, safe for work, mild swearing, brief mentions of animal abuse, sassy Dewdrop and a very patient Mountain. There’s also a dog. Long post (1500 words)

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Papa Emeritus IV heavily encouraged voluntary work when they weren’t on tour, an opportunity many of the ghouls found themselves flocking to. Mountain found himself signing up with the local animal shelter, a non-profit organisation that took in any animal, but mainly cats and dogs. As a volunteer, Mountain’s duties usually consisted of providing the animals with a companion and administering food and medication. He was by most definitions a gentle giant, and the animals he worked with could vouch for that, with many of the fluffy creatures yearning for his attention, and he would often stumble back to his abbey home with the fur of very cute and adorable cats and dogs, much to the dismay of Sister Imperator.

It was a lovely Saturday morning when he came into the shelter with his usual voluntary attire, and after a hefty drumming practise session that morning, he felt the need to see the happy little wagging tails of the dogs and the purring of the cats. He started to walk around the kennels, greeting each dog and cat he walked by, and they all responded with overjoyed barks or unrelinquished purring. He gained the trust of the majority of the animals with time, all except one—the one whose kennel he was standing right in front of—a cinnamon-coloured pitbull who answers to the name of Beans.

Beans was a recent addition to the shelter, joining the many other pitbulls that were left abandoned or abused in some way, and it was only natural that he would be wary of the environment. He wasn’t aggressive, despite the common myth that many people seem to believe that pitbulls are always aggressive. He was often found curled up in the corner, facing the wall. Mountain was hoping to help break the ice that day and try to gain Bean’s trust, but to his surprise, he found Dewdrop hunched in the kennel, his back facing towards the doorway of the small room.

"Who’s a good boy, Beans?" Dewdrop cooed as a very happy Beans flopped on his back, showing off his belly with his paws flapping in the air.

"Hey! Sodo! What are you doing in Bean’s kennel?" Mountain called out, amusement lingering in his voice. The very startled Dewdrop looked up.

"Wassup, big guy?" Dewdrop muttered, his amber eyes locked in very intense eye contact with Mountain before turning his attention to the now whining dog.

"You did not tell me you were going to be here today." Mountain replied.

"Oh, wow, do I need to ask permission from you to come here now?" Sodo spat out, seemingly without thinking.

“Woah there, Stompy," was Mountain’s shocked reply before stopping himself and taking a breather. "I see you’ve been acquainted with little Beans here."

"Sorry, that was a bit rude." Dewdrop smiled sheepishly, his eyes darting away briefly.. "And umm, yeah, I was just going to take him out for a walk; do you want to join?"

"Sure, I’m glad he’s warmed up to this place."

Soon enough, they found themselves in the yard of the shelter as they threw the ball to the bundle of joy.

"Fetch boy! Good job, little one." Sodo knelt on the floor as he petted the little creature.

"He really brings out your soft side, Dewdrop." Mountain commented.

"Shut up, Mountain," Sodo hiccupped, but his eyes shoot so clearly that he’s amused. "And it’s Sodo now," he chants as he throws the ball again.

"Dewdrop is just cuter; it just fits you more at this moment. But I can call you Sodo, since you're, y’know, boring."

"I’m not boring, and I’m NOT CUTE EITHER; I’m an angry little FIRE DEMON sent from the bowels of hell by the Dark Lord himsel- DANG IT BEANS, STOP LICKING MY LEG; YOU’RE NOT LETTING ME PROVE MY POINT BECAUSE I AM MELTING RIGHT NOW."

"You were saying?"

Oh, please, I never want to hear you speak ever again." Sodo grins, showing off his fangs.

"You are goddamn fucking adorable; you know that, right?" Mountain cooes, his voice sweet and flowing like satin.

"shu-"

"no"

“Well, I guess not then," Sodo smiles. You see him trying to hide his flushed face before bonking Mountain right in the head. “I usually reserve this for Aether, but he’s not here right now, so.." he pulls out his two hands before throwing them both in front of Mountain, the middle fingers prominently the only ones erected "Fuck you."

"Getting sassy in front of Beans?"

"HE’S MY SON; HE CAN HANDLE SOME SASS, BUT ALSO DON’T MESS WITH HIM; HE IS ONE TO BE FEARED. HE WILL BE TRAINED AS A CREATURE OF DARKNESS, JOURNEYING THROUGH FIRE AND FLAMES. HE WILL BE FEARED BY MAN-BEANS!" The fire ghoul toppled back, with the jumping dog pouncing on his legs, his musings turned into laughter as Beans licked his face.

"He’s a better kisser than you-“ Sodo's words were cut off by a playful laugh from Mountain.

"Oh really? Mountain recoiled, hands on his hips. "Oh no you broke my heart! Mountain's voice held a mockingly dramatic tone. HOW CAN I EVER EMOTIONALLY RECOVER FROM THIS MOMENT? Anywa-”.

"See Mountain" Sodo's words cutting in like a knife "The answer to everything is Dog. Feeling sad? Dog. Stressed out because you couldn’t break into the chapel of the abbey to steal some wine? Dog. Mountain being shit? Dog.”

"You know what? You’re right, Sodo," Mountain sighs.

"That’s a new phrase from you, Mountain; did you just learn it?" Dewdrop recoils, his brow furrowing in mock annoyance." before being interrupted with a bork from Beans.

“Actually no, I think Beans here just cleaned out your ears for you, so now you can FINALLY hear, ya deaf egg”

After a moment of silence, Sodo proceeded to break said silence "Get down on the floor with me," he said quietly.

"Why?"

"Because the good boy here covered me with UNHOLY slobber, and I would quite like a break."

"Fine" Mountain retorted as he sat down cross-legged next to Dewdrop. "Come on here, good boy," he cooed to the panting pitbull. "You stopped being so shy, you are a little good boy." He petted the smiling Beans and was then taken by surprise when Beans laid his head on his legs.

"Tired, little one?" Sodo sounded at Beans, who should probably get his name changed to "Sleeping Beans." He then looked at the tall ghoul on his right and opened his mouth, "Mountain?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?” Dewdrop spoke.

"Before you ask, no, Sister Imperator still doesn’t want pets. She is already on thin ice with Papa’s rats or whatever. But yes, I want to adopt Beans too."

“Yeah, that too, but actually, I just want to say, thank you”

"What for?"

"Making me feel less like a burnt-out matchstick bug and more like an evil, devilish gremlin who steals candy from children and sets fire to God."

"You’re…welcome?" Mountain's voice held a gentle note of uncertainty.

“So, uh, can I uhh…hold your hand? Before it’s too late?" Sodo murmured, looking at Beans.

“Wait," Mountain replies, kissing Sodo on the forehead. "I thought me being an Earth ghoul would automatically make me the most hardheaded and stuff, but no. It turns out it’s some dumb fire ghoul or whatever," he laughs. "Oh, wait. I forgot. You prefer Bean’s kisses over mine."

Shuttup!" Sodo groans as he erupts into a voluminous fit of giggles.

Beans, with his tail wagging contentedly, found the perfect spot nestled between them. His head rested on Mountain’s leg, and his eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and relaxation.

Dewdrop, although known for his gruff exterior, couldn't help but let his fingers gently run through Beans's soft fur. With each stroke, a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Dewdrop's lips. Beans's tail thumped rhythmically against the fire ghoul’s chest, a canine rhythm of happiness. Mountain stretched out beside them, and Bean's curiosity got the better of him. With a yawn and a stretch, he moved closer to Mountain, his head finding its way onto Mountain's thigh. Mountain's hand found its place on Bean's back, fingers rhythmically tracing the contours of his fur. A bond of comfort and trust seemed to weave between them. Dewdrop, not one to be left out, scooted a little closer to Beans's side. His hand hesitated for a moment, then gave Beans a gentle scratch behind his ear. The sensation seemed to ripple through Beans's body, bringing forth a deep, satisfied sigh that seemed to say, "This is exactly where I want to be."

As the world around them seemed to slow down, the trio found themselves wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and companionship. The steady rise and fall of Bean's chest as he breathed in the scents of the outdoors and although Dewdrop's exterior remained a bit prickly, his touch was tender, and Mountain's playfulness was balanced with a sense of protectiveness. Beans, in his own way, seemed to bridge their differences, creating a space where cuddles were not just an action but a testament to the unspoken bond between them.

~ Fin ~

[severussnape0109]

Chapter 2

How does one be seductive in class to your Professor? There is no way I am going to get Professor Snape to get a boner. There was no way. I will just have to make a list of what I think I can do and just do one for each class until you know.

"Are you listening to me Miss Simmons," I heard a dark voice ask me. I must've been daydreaming because Snape was right in front of me looking down at me. I gulped. "Sir?" I asked him.

"Were you not listening to me?" He asked, I shook my head, no. "Use your words, Miss Simmons," he spat. "No sir," I gulped again.

He groaned and walked away from me. "I was asking you what the known ingredients were for Draught of Living Death."

"Um," I said while gulping, "Use your words," he said while putting his hand on his nose in disgust.

"The ingredients for Draught of the Living Death are as follows: infusion of wormwood, flower head, moon dew, valerian root, a sopophorous bean, powdered root of asphodel, and standard potioning water."

"You were listening," he paused, "I thought you were just daydreaming about making lists to do later," he smirked and walked away from me. I gulped, did I think out loud? How does he know?

I looked around to see if anybody else was paying attention to what he had just said but everyone was just busy writing on their stationery. I looked back at Snape who was sitting at his desk smirking at me. I gave him a confused look back at him and he went back to grading his papers. I have never been so confused in my life. How was I even going to know if he had gotten a boner without even seeing? I will have to talk to Draco about this and see. I looked back at Draco who was sitting by none other than Potter. Which was strange, why in the world would he be sitting by him?

I looked back over at Snape and sighed. Why in the world was Draco not sitting next to me? I don't even remember walking into potions class today. Gah, I have to pay attention more.

Potions was done which I was happy about because that meant I could go up to my dormitory and make my list.

"Draco I need to talk to you," I said to him while pulling him aside. Draco looked at me like he was confused. "Why were you sitting by Potter in class today? I thought you hated him."

"I do hate him but I think I may have a thing for him," Draco said, "A thing for Potter?" I asked him.

He nodded, "we will talk about that later." I grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him into a smaller hallway so nobody could hear us. "You know that dare we made last night?" I asked him.

He smirked, "have you done it already?"

"No, no, not yet," I sighed, "how am I going to know if-," I paused, I had to pause because I saw Snape walking past us. I gulped again. "Hello?" Draco asked. "Sorry he was walking past us and I don't want him to hear," I said. Even though I'm pretty sure I said things out loud that he could hear. "How am I going to know if he gets one?" I smiled.

"Skylar you will know when he has one," he said, "they aren't easy to hide especially when you're in front of lots of students. Just watch his face and all will tell."

I gulped again. Am I gulping a lot?

"I will see you at dinner," I said to Draco while giving him a peck on the cheek. I made my way to the Slytherin corridor and up to the girls' dormitory.

There was no way in hell I would make Snape get a boner in front of the class. I had to make sure I was alone with him. I didn't want anybody to notice this besides me.

I grabbed out my quill and parchment and started writing what I was going to do.

Dare:

Step 1: get Snape alone. Just myself and him.

Ideas:

-Wear skimpy clothes underneath robes and stay after class with him and show him.

-Show a little leg in the classroom to him

-Get detention with Snape

-Always sit in the front of the classroom

-Wink at Snape

I hoped to think of more ideas but if these don't work I will try other things. I looked up to see Pansy staring at me. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I asked her.

"Nothing just wondering what you are writing." She asked.

"That is none of your business," I said while sliding the little parchment into my robes. "Fine," she said as she sat down on her bed. She hated the fact that I stole Draco away from her. Not my fault that Draco didn't like her.

[el3ctraaa]

TACO BELL VALUE MENU REVIEW

** I replaced all the meat with black beans and removed the sour cream but otherwise made no adjustments

First we have the stacker. Basically it's a quesadilla folded like a crepe but replace the chipotle sauce with nacho cheese and add beef 👍.

Honestly I prefer the quesadilla, this experience was too liquidy and the nacho cheese doesn't really shine as a flavor. Personally what I would do is order the stacker online, add the chipotle sauce, and remove the nacho cheese for a grand total of 2.84$!!! That's the exact same thing as the quesadilla but for 1.84$ cheaper!!!! Verdict: excellent deal with modifications.

Next we have the loaded beef nachos. Its got chips, nacho cheese, refried beans, guac, sour cream, and beef. My first thought is that it's a great bargain compared to the nacho bell grande, however, if I was stoned like I usually am when I order nachos I'd be highly disappointed. These nachos would be a great snack but as a meal they leave me wanting more. also the chip to topping ratio is really really bad, there was like 6 chips in there with the same amount of toppings as the nacho bell grande. Verdict: bring your own chips.

Finally we have the 3 cheese chicken flatbread melt. This is just a chicken quesadilla, but replace the tortilla with flatbread. It's wayyyyyyy to bready. I think maybe with the chicken it would be fine because the chicken looks to be thicker than the flatbread? But if you're a vegetarian like me just get the quesadilla. The flatbread completely ruins the texture. The bread should be the vessel not the star in my opinion, and in this case the flatbread is just too overpowering. Verdict: just get a quesadilla.

This isn't part of the review, but I ordered a baja blast and got a mtn dew instead. I'm not mad about it tho it def is a mtn dew night NOT a Baja blast night. Some higher power was looking out for me.

Anyways in the future I'll just keep getting a quesadilla and fiesta potatoes, but I was happy to try new things especially without breaking the bank!!! The value menu was getting stale and def needed a refresh. Here's to hoping we get a desert next time!!!

Y'ALL THEY ADDED SOME GOOD SHIT TO THE TACO BELL VALUE MENU. And a veggie cravings box??? Big day for annoying ppl (me)!!

[haruharuz]

How I'm prepping for THIS challenge ; Food Edition

CW: body image discussion, weight gain/loss, body goal discussion, food planning, etc

(no calories mentioned)

So today I did a lot of preparation for the start of my 60 Day, cut the bullshit challenge. My goal is to be more fulfilled and happy & reach all of my material/study/body goals.

To do that, I need to set myself up for success so that there is NO excuses ! Whatsoever!

I'll track everything on this blog, but this is some of the food I bought, what I plan to make and how I prepare it for the week(s)!

what I DON'T recommend doing: making entire meals in containers and just reheating them

What I DO recommend doing: chopping ingredients and placing in containers, premaking chicken to add on top of salads/food through the week

EVERYTHING IS MARKED W DATE | IN FRIDGE

Honey Dew Melon x 1 : chopped into chunks and placed in air tight container with date on lid

Apples (bag): I took two of the apples and sliced them, into an air tight container with date

Blueberries: rinsed and placed in fridge

Strawberries: rinsed and placed in fridge

Pineapple: removed from original container (it was pre cut) and placed in new container

White Onion x 1 : half cut into moon shapes, half cut into random chunks and dices etc and placed into two separate containers

Red onion x 1 : cut into half moon shapes and placed in container

Yellow squash x 2 : sliced and placed in container

Green beans: placed in container

Asparagus: rinsed and left alone lol

Chicken tenderloins: cut /trimmed, put into marinades and into containers

Honestly there was probably more but it's almost midnight while I post this and I'm super tired. I'm still not done. I'm going to clean my bathroom.

Tomorrow is laundry day!

Lol I forgot to mention my goals so I'm editing this post now.

My personal body goals include to lose fat off of my stomach but to continue to build muscle on my glutes for an hourglass figure.

I already have a fairly big butt for my size but it's nowhere near the shape I want.

[swindlefingrs]

Just Stopping By, Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

What if Father John Pruitt set off to the Gunning’s with nothing more than a flimsy excuse and a basket full of church-donated goodies, in order to see his infant daughter for the first time?

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This is fine. It’s fine. No one could misconstrue this. This is a completely normal visit. Routine. Expected. Painfully normal. It’s thoughtful. Yes, thoughtful.

How thoughtful that the parish priest would make a house call to a young family. With a brand new baby. Who is undoubtedly the most beautiful baby that God has ever created. She probably has tiny little giggles that sound like angels in revelry.

Father John Pruitt shakes that line of thought out of his mind as he tramps across the wet grass that covers the island’s town square. His thin canvas sneakers soak up the late-morning dew.

A priest with a big basket full of gifts from the congregation. Yes. From the congregation. How thoughtful he’d deliver these good tidings and offer any support he can, even a benediction if they’d like. Because that’s what a priest does. He supports the people in his community. And their happy, healthy, 7-pound four-ounce, twenty-one inch newborn daughter who is undoubtedly the living embodiment of God’s perfect love.

The lanky priest pauses at the top of the steps in front of the Gunning house, and takes a deep breath to steel himself. He stamps down the simpering man on the verge of joyful and sorrowful tears and summons up the calm, confident, thoughtful persona he projects every time he slips his collar on.

He precariously balances one end of the wicker basket with a knee while he raps on the screen door frame, before taking a deep breath and pulling a smile onto his face.

This is thoughtful.

The ball game murmurs on the TV. It sounds like a pop-fly from the sudden hush that overtakes the crowd at the stadium. Both the crowd in the stadium and the persons inside crow exultantly at the resulting play. John will catch up with the game on the news tonight, he tells himself. 

“Father Pruitt, well this is a surprise!” The screen door is flung open wide and George Gunning greets him with a broad smile, a frosty can of Pabst in his hand. “What do we owe the honor? Here to catch Millie up on the sermon she missed today?” 

John holds his smile tight and shakes his head, “No, no. Although we did miss her today, everyone understood her absence and can’t wait to see her back in the pews once she’s ready. Oh, and the little one. Everyone is just so excited to welcome her.”

“Are you sure? We got a doctor’s note in the house here, promise.” George sardonically crosses himself, before waving the priest inside. He scuttles back to his armchair to watch the game and motions for John to sit on the neighboring couch.

“It’s the sixth inning. The A’s are getting slaughtered. Hope you didn’t put any money on them with Jimmy,” he winks.

John perches on the edge of the couch, the basket of goodies balanced on his knees. He hopes it helps muffle the sound of his heart pounding in his chest.

“Wish I was, wish I was. I’m here with a special delivery from Saint Patrick’s for the Gunning family.” He tips the basket forward, the contents clatter against themselves. Jars of jam, wrapped gifts, canned vegetables, envelopes of cards and cash, a small pink and green quilt lines the bottom. All collected as folks filed out from this morning’s sermon.

“Hey Hon? Who was at the door?” Millie Gunning calls from the nearby kitchen. Her voice is buffeted by clinking glass and running water.

George hoots and hollers at the line drive to third base, egging the players on. The baseman snaps it up and tags the runner out. George throws his hands up in the air with a loud cheer.

“If it’s Tom, tell him he needs to come get his buoys and traps out of the side yard.”

She totters into the living room, the swelling of her belly still noticeable but smaller, tossing a kitchen towel over her shoulder, “Tom, I’m serious. I want to get those beans planted. Or be a doll and plant them for me.”

John sits up a little straighter, but melts all the same.

“Oh,” Millie freezes in her tracks as she spots her unannounced visitor.

“Afternoon, Millie,” John beams.

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To be continued...

[nad-zeta]

A Chance Encounter

Pairings: Vlad x Reader

Words: 1700+

Comments: Eeeeeek and so it continues hehehe! 🥺😳😳🌸//dances around! Cutie Appreciation weekend activates! hehe, hope ya enjoy love! Hehe thanks cutie for always indulging me with all my random spam and never failing to make me smile!😆❤❤❤🥺🥺 hehe sending alllll the sparkles! Hope you are taking care of yourself and taking it easy today! ✨🎉🎁🎂

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Amid the springtime season, your life was destined to change forever. To leave in a month but to stay an eternity. Something that you had never anticipated to happen when you had first arrived. Why you chose to remain persists to be a mystery. The door larch released after a month, yet standing before the grand oak door on the day of your supposed departure just felt off, felt wrong, felt almost as if you were going back to a word you did not truly belong in.

You never understood your own impulsive decision. Despite having befriended all the mansion’s residents and making a new home there, you felt lost, almost like a sense of searching, a longing type feeling, like you were still looking for a home—a place you belonged— a place where your heart would feel at peace.

With wistful eyes, you scanned the pages upon pages of poetry, looking for an answer, looking for comfort, but finding none. That is, until you first spotted him, striding past the bookstore window. Gaze catching sight of wisps of white hair dancing in the springtime breeze. Your heart latched forward, eyes following the figures until he was out of sight, yet the memory of him remained with you long after he had disappeared from view.

Eyes focusing back on the book of poems before you, you almost had to laugh at the poem emanating from the pages, it certainly had your hopeless romantic mind running away from you— giving hope for an answer soon to be solved. Regardless you smiled at the little poem leaving a flower bookmark in place to remember.

‘Well, from the moment I first saw you,

there was a spark of peace and mutual energy

that will forever rest inside my brain and in my thoughts.

It was so strong that I constantly think about it

and wonder if that is something

that could be permanent for me rather than a brief moment of interaction,

a brief exchange of hope and energy.

I couldn’t help myself but to be close to you,

someway- somehow.

I believe there are only a handful of people

that come across your path

that can make you feel more than simply human.

You, yes you, you make me feel alive, hopeful, and assured

that there is more out there.'

Weeks had gone by, and still, you had not come across the white-haired stranger again, the memory of him steadily fading from your mind as daily tasks occupied your time. The newest of the errands being to pick up a dozen fresh sunflowers to celebrate the resident angel’s birthday.

With a ring of the bell above the carved mahogany door you entered into the local flower shop—a quaint little shop in the middle of the busy Parisian streets. The storefront perfectly decorated with scatters of seasonal summer flowers, enticing any person passing by to visit the floral boutique. And the inside of the store was every bit as welcoming, with flowers littered on every corner of the store, drawing your eyes about.

“Welcome, can I help you with anything,” the quiet voice came blooming from the front of the shop, drawing your attention away from the delicate blue flowers and deeper into the workshop.

A tiny gasp left your lips when you finally realized that the source of the gentle voice was from the very man who had been plaguing your mind for weeks now.

You took a few clumsy steps towards the front counter, heart hammering in your chest. You felt silly for having a crush on a man you had never even uttered as much as two words to, yet here you were— Legs heavy as led, pulse racing, and sweat dripping down your back.

Your mind swam with a million thoughts, yet your mouth refused to speak. The delicate man raised a brow at you, head tilting curiously to the side as you slowly made your way closer. You trained your gaze down, fingertips nervously playing with the seams of your sleeves as you finally mustered up the courage to stutter out your request, “I-I uh, am here to pick up an o-order.”

Your eyes finally drifted up to catch sight of the slither of a smile ghosting across his lips, and you swore your heart melted then and there. Vlad’s eyes twinkled in amusement as he watched your face flush, ‘cute,’ he thought as he leaned down to grab hold of the order book.

“Ah, let me just find it for you.” He carefully placed the book down on the table before his gaze returned to yours, “your name?” he asked politely.

“Van Gogh,” you practically yelled out, eyes widening— appalled at yourself for the sudden outburst. You gripped your sleeves, knuckles white, wishing the ground would spare you the embarrassment and just swallow you whole.

“I-i mean, the order is under van Gogh, my name isn’t van Gogh” you awkwardly corrected, wanting nothing more than to bang your head against the table in mortification— but then it reached your ears—the sound of his soft melodious laughter slicing through the tension.

His laughter was light and airy, like the gentle summer breeze ringing like the garden chimes. It sparked the memory of a poem you had come across, bringing a whole new meaning into your life.

“Calm the winds as angels sing.

Lovers’ tune and flowers bring

little buds caressed by dew

sending pretty thoughts of you.”

“Sunflowers,” he stated between huffs of delicate laughter, closing the book and making his way to the backroom to retrieve your order.

The moment he was out of sight, your hands shot up to cover your warming cheeks; you felt like a schoolgirl being confronted by her crush. Keep it together, you hissed to yourself, eyes squeezing tightly together as you tried your best to focus your mind on the business at hand.

The sound of his tender voice broke the silence once more as he returned carrying a dozen bright yellow sunflowers in his arms, “adoration, loyalty and longevity.”

“What?” you questioned, eyes bright with curiously as fingers fidgeted with the strands of hair framing your face— in an attempt to calm your restless heart.

“The meaning of the flowers, adoration, loyalty and longevity,” he repeated happily, placing the flowers down on the counter. There was a beat of silence before you came back to your senses, realizing that you needed to pay the man. The soft smile never once left Vlad’s face as he watched you nervously scrabble around for the coins to pay for the order.

Finally, you found the pouch of money Sabastian had given you to pay for the flowers, and thrust it out towards the man, eyes meeting his crimson reds. They were beyond stunning, shining in childlike mischief yet holding an archaic air.

Warm hands gently wrapped their way around your delicate little ones, “It’s on the house,” he spoke, this time a spring-like smile dancing across his features.

Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled for words, “b-but I insist, I can’t just take these for nothing.” Again you pushed your hands forward, leaning closer to emphasize your intent.

“Then,” he paused, contemplating his following words carefully. It had been long since Vlad had opened his heart to another. Yes, he loved the human race, but he had never truly allowed himself to fall in love. However, there was something about you, in the way you talked, the way your every thought fluttered across your gorgeous features that captivated him, that drew him in, like a moth to a flame. “Then how’s about you spend the afternoon with me strolling the botanical garden, and we will call it even?"

The rest of the interaction was like a happy blur. You didn’t even remember how you had gotten home or even what you had done in the time that had passed; all you knew was that you were now excitedly strolling down the cobbles stone path amid the vibrant flowers in the large botanical gardens.

It had been weeks since your first interaction with the man and every day since, you had visited his flower shop, idly chatting away about anything and everything that popped into your mind. After the first date together, you knew you had fallen, hard.

“What are you thinking about?” his gentle smile played across his features, ruby eyes gazing down lovingly at you. You returned his smile with one of your own, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze as you made your way through the gardens to your favourite spot.

“It’s a secret”, came the words, eye twinkling with mischief.

“Oh? You won’t tell me?” The corners of his lips lifted to form an impish smile.

“Nope!”

“Well, then I have no other choice!” His eyes shone with affection as he gently lifted your hand and started to twirl you around.

Your laughter filled the serene area causing a few raised brows from all who passed by. Not that you had a care in the world, especially being beside the love of your life.

Just then, he stopped, pulling you closer to fall against his chest, only, he had lost his footing and went tumbling backwards with you to fall straight on top of him with an ‘oooof’.

With widened eyes, you gazed down at him, an apology on your tongue, stopped only by the boyish chuckle that escaped him.

His hand came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and fingers tenderly brushed over your cheeks. Time stood still between the two of you, each gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes before you broke the silence, “a secret for a secret,” you blurted out.

Immediately following it up with a confession of your own to prompt the man to spill the beans. “I love you with all my heart,” the secret left your lips as you beamed down at the man, dusting of pink blooming across your face.

“And I, you,” Vlad returned in a soft hum.

He reached over and plucked a delicate blue flower from the nearby bush. He twirled it between his fingertips for a few moments before securing it between the strands of your soft hair.

“Forget me not,” he said, his face softened with pure love for you.

Your silly grin continued to widen, and with a brush of your nose against his, the response left your lips, “not even for a moment.”

Your eyes soon fluttered closed as the affected words were whispered against his lips before they were sealed in a feather-light promising kiss.

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poems: There you are, Painting Love With Words

[bbrandy2002]

Fool’s Rush In

Chapter 20

Book: TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Warnings: Language and mentions of weird sexual stuff

**Thanks @burnsoslow​. for pre-reading and “The Army” girls for snippet reads.

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“An email from the Countess?” Ana questioned curiously, just before hitting the video attachment that came with it. Her plush lips soon curved into an enchanted grin when it became apparent who the subjects in the video were and precisely what they were doing together. “Looks like you’re about to get your hard-hitting royal news after all.”

Having finally retrieved his phone, Donnie situated himself upright in the bed and began playing the same email attachment as his lover. By the sounds of the grunts and groans coming from Ana’s phone, it was apparent to the ace-reporter what he was about to watch -- even if the occasional horse neighs were a little confusing. 

Within seconds of hitting play, the man’s jaw dropped wide open as he took in the content. 

“Holy shit, dude, Is that …?”

Ana's intrigued gaze tore from her phone screen and raised a brow at Donnie. “The King’s head guard dressed like a cowboy spanking Lucretia Nevrakis and licking another woman wearing a horse mask in a barn?” She shook her head. “Yes … and did you just call me ‘dude’?”

Ignoring her question, the couple resumed watching for a few more seconds, their facial expressions morphing from one of intrigue to utter disgust when finally Lucretia went full-frontal, nudity before the camera, then spreading wide for Bastien. “Oh, God! The hell?” Donnie grimaced as Ana slapped a hand over her mouth next to him and turned her head away. “I can’t watch this shit.” He lamented, quickly shutting his phone off.

After Ana followed suit and powered her cell off too, the pair sat in uncomfortable silence, simultaneously staring blankly at the same wall across from them, neither knowing what to say or think about what they had just watched together. Eventually, Ana lifted the satin sheet covering her waist up a little higher over her breast, a sense of sleaze and uncleanliness rooting itself and sprouting throughout her body. “I … I don’t know what part was worse: Mystery horsewoman with the guinea pig in Bastien or Lucretia’s wrinkled tramp-stamp with ‘Connie’ written inside what I can only assume is a dick.”

Donnie pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s be clear: there was no worse part. It was all worse! What the hell was that, anyway?”

The Trend editor just shook her head slowly with a glazed-over expression in her eyes; she finally spoke, “I … I think I’m going to go now.” 

“Ana! Don’t let this ruin our night.”

Her expression turned remorseful at his pleading; it had been a great night. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brine. I need to be alone.”

Neither one could look at the other. Ana slowly raised from the bed, gathering up her scattered clothes from the floor, tearing her bra from the doorknob, and then slipped on her heels. Why the Countess sent that video to them, she’d never know, but as she and Donnie exchanged a timid wave of goodbye, Ana left knowing she would never forgive Madeleine Amaranth for ruining the best night of sex she ever had.

This had to be some kind of bizarre and insane mistake.

And usually, Donnie Brine would call this “hard-hitting” new’s story into the station and scramble for the nearest camera to report on it. 

This was not something he would ever share with Cordonia, nor would the duo realize what they just watched was not the video the Countess intended to send them.

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A baby. My baby. I’m going to be a father. Those words were all Liam could think about as he rode through the glittery neon boulevards of Las Vegas toward the hospital. At that moment, the clear blue heavens above him could open wide and strike him down with a bolt of thunder, and he’d swear he wouldn’t have felt a thing. The King was riding a wave of euphoria unlike anything he’d ever experienced; Riley loved him and was carrying his baby. Nothing in all the world mattered anymore.

Before taking off, it was clear that Bastien likely escaped during the brother’s brawl in the front yard of Riley’s home and apparently took the keys to the Escalade they arrived in with him. The neighborly Burt, who moments prior had a shotgun aimed at the royal duo, reluctantly agreed to drive into the city to drop them off at the hospital on his way to pick up his daughter on the east side of town. He gruffly mentioned, "my girl never learned not to kick her customers in the frank 'n' beans and steal their shit," but neither of the brothers paid much attention.

Riding in the back of a truck while sitting on a spare tire through sunny downtown Vegas wasn’t the way Liam intended to get there, but he was dead set on finding his Pussycat by any means necessary. And, of course, Leo called shotgun but was nice enough to offer his little brother the opportunity to “ride bitch”.

Liam unequivocally declined.

During the bumpy 25-minute ride to Valley Hospital, Liam wondered how it was possible to get everything he ever wanted in such a brief span of time. Literally, his entire heart's desires were being gifted to him one by one; it was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. All he ever wanted was to find happiness, a chance to love, and have a genuine family of his own -- Not an arrangement that would guarantee him a life of misery at worst or of mediocrity at best. When he stepped foot in Sin City several weeks ago, depressed and hopeless at the prospects of his impending marriage to Madeleine, never did he expect life and fate would throw him a twist in the tale. All it took was a weekend bachelor party, an awkwardly shy woman mistaking him for her Tinder date, and a ton of hard booze shared between them to change the entire trajectory of his life. 

Once the rusted-out truck came to a stop at the emergency entrance, Liam wasted no time climbing over the truck’s wooden rail sides and rushing through the revolving doors. Leo’s heavy footsteps could be heard racing behind him. 

Liam’s heart pounded as the seconds -- which seemed liked hours -- ticked by. Not since he was a young boy waiting on his mother to return from her trip in Auvernal had he been more excited to reunite with someone.

Escorted through the long, winding hallways by hospital security to the radiology department, Liam was led inside a room, where his breath instantly hitched at catching his first glimpse of Riley in two-and-a-half days.

Sitting at the foot of an exam table, dressed in a hospital gown, slender legs bare and swinging freely over the side, Riley’s head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. “Liam,” she whispered, relief dripping from her eyes before sliding off the table.

“Pussycat,” he breathed, unable to contain his emotions as she nearly sprinted the short distance between them and into his waiting arms. “I have missed you terribly, Love.”

Riley held onto him tightly, afraid to let go. “I’m so sorry, Liam. I’m so very sorry,” her strangled voice choked out. “I never should have listened to Madeleine.”

“Shhhh. You have nothing to be sorry about,” Liam assured, his hand threading and kneading through her bountiful hair comfortingly. “I watched the security footage, and I saw the way Madeleine confronted you. The way she grabbed you, the way she -- hurt you.” Liam’s face tightened before he kissed her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Riley answered meekly, “Because she threatened to release an old video of me being intimate during my first marriage. She told me if I didn’t leave, that video would get out and that it would look bad on you, and the council would likely strip you of your crown.” She squeezed him tighter. “I had to protect you.”

Liam looked down at his wife affectionately, placing both hands on the sides of her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears desperately clinging like morning dew to her eyes. “Sweetheart, look at me. The only thing you ever have to protect when it comes to me is my heart. I have guards -- although not the best -- to protect me physically. I have tradition and a birthright to protect my name and crown and a military to safeguard my country. But you, Riley ... you, have the power to destroy me. You’re the keeper of my heart. The one who makes it beat. Without your love to keep it going … well, let’s just say I  don’t ever want to know what that kind of pain would feel like.” They kissed once more as if it were their first and last one ever. 

Plucking out a blade of grass from his hair, Riley smiled brightly for the first time in days. “I’ll guard it with everything in me, Liam. I swear it.”

“You bet your sweet ass you will,” Liam smirked mischievously, grabbing a handful of her backside, causing her to belt out a laugh. “Besides, you took a drunken vow at the Graceland Wedding Chapel before Leo, Mongo, and Pinquee Kittee to love me tender, love me true; that’s about as sacred and binding of an oath as it gets.”

Riley chuckled. “I did. And we all know how those three are the greatest examples of loving and committed relationships.  Even if Mongo did try to steal you away from me.”

“Which worries me considering he’s apparently our ‘son.’” Liam said it tongue-in-cheek, but it instantly reminded him of the other reason he was in such a rush to get to his queen. The playfulness in his mannerisms tapered off, and he became more serious. Liam leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead before working his way lower to the tip of her nose, her lips, and further to Riley’s chin. Slowly sinking to his knees, sliding his hands down her body until he had a firm grip on her slender hips, Liam rested his own forehead on Riley’s lower tummy.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

“What’s that?” Riley asked softly.

Liam placed a lingering kiss onto the thin covering over her flat tummy and glanced up into her gleaming eyes, both filled with ceaseless wonder and rapture. “How you can love someone so much that you’ve never met.”

Riley blinked away a tear, her tiny fingers tracing feather-like trails through his hair. “I know, and yet somehow I’ve been asking myself that question since I met you.”

Liam’s eyes crinkled with a tender smile. “Me too.”

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Pacing languidly up and down the hallway outside the room where Liam and Riley were reuniting, Leo let out an exasperated huff before halting his steps to take a quick gander through the long glass window of the door. Leo smiled at watching his brother and sister-in-law embrace and seemed thrilled to be with one another again. And the prospects of -- in his mind -- becoming an uncle “again” was cool and all, but he was bored as hell. Liam was adamant about the former prince staying put and giving him this time needed to speak with Riley in private. Usually, Leo would pay no attention to what Liam asked of him, but maybe, just maybe, it was time for him to get serious and act like the adult he was. Read the room. Respect boundaries. Know when to quit.

Or maybe not.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he headed back in the direction that he and Liam had been led from moments ago, looking for something to kill time.  Strolling leisurely past a set of double doors that displayed “Emergency” in big red letters next to them, a thought suddenly struck, and he took two gliding steps backward. Leo lifted a speculative brow; there was something in the inner machination of his chaotic brain that told him to follow his gut, head inside, and he wouldn’t be sorry. Never one to ignore an instinct or impulse, Leo punched the large metallic button on the wall, causing one of the automatic doors to swing open. 

After stepping inside, he meandered around for a minute, not exactly sure what he was looking for but hoping he might catch a glimpse of a hot nurse walking around without a top on who would want to do naughty things to him. Or perhaps, a naked lady doctor with a nice ass who would manhandle him out of the emergency department, but who he’d eventually win over with his impeccable good looks and god-like sex appeal. He could pretend to be her patient, and if he were lucky, she’d have a bad bedside manner.

Passing a row of draped exam rooms, Leo noticed one curtain pulled open and a young brunette, with part of her thong showing, crouched on the floor, peeking stealthily through the blue drapery that divided the area from the patient on the opposite side.

Curious now to what this woman was so interested in from the next exam room, Leo crossed his arm and stared downward at the floor, lightly whistling a tune, as two doctors walked past him. When they rounded a corner, Leo edged closer to the curtain to listen in.

“Mr. Walker, do you feel any pain when I do this?”

“Ow! What the fuck do you think?” 

At hearing Drake’s irascible voice, Leo’s ears instantly shot up. “No way,” Leo mumbled in astonishment to himself. “Walker is here?” The last he knew, Drake was supposed to have headed back to Cordonia the day before. He leaned in closer.

“You pinched my dick with a pair of damn tweezers. Yeah, you could say there’s a little pain there. Shit!”

Leo clamped a fist over his mouth to keep from busting out. Of all the places his naughty gut had ever led him to, knowing Drake was here and having transplanted dick problems may have been in his top 100 --Nothing would ever beat running with the bulls in Barcelona with Kanye and a very stoned Prince Charles. Leo smiled fondly at the memory before shaking his head and getting back to business.

“We’re just making sure you have feeling in your penis, Mr. Walker.”

“Then touch it with a fucking finger. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you people? You wanna take a jackhammer to my knees next and see if they feel pain too?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Leo overheard the doctor tell Drake. “I expect you’re going to be fine, Mr. Walker. I didn’t see any major discoloration aside from a deep bluish hue to your testicles --” Leo snorted out loudly, causing the doctor to turn his head briefly to the disruption outside the curtain, before clearing his throat and continuing, “A hearty ejaculation or two should clear that right up. When was the last time you --”

“I’ll take care of it,” Drake hastily interrupted in a peevish tone, not wanting the physician to finish the question.

“Very well then. You should be fine. I’ll have the nurse get your discharge papers together, and you can be on your way … And, sir ... try to avoid getting ninja smacked by hookers in the future.”

“I’ll see what I can do …. asshole.” Drake snarled under his breath.

Feeling spunky, an impish grin crossed Leo’s lips as he strolled away undetected from Drake’s doctor leaving his room. “The Drakesters not going anywhere just yet,” he snickered, heading toward a cart with blue scrubs that he passed earlier. “Paging Dr.Wolfshitz to trauma room one. Stat.”

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Still peeking inconspicuously into the next exam room, Alyssa’s gaze followed Drake’s doctor and a nurse as they exited to work on his discharge. She remained motionless and quiet, barely breathing, fearful she’d get caught. Why she hadn’t looked away yet was beyond her. What was only supposed to be a little looksie at the man, to quench her gnawing intrigue over what was below his belt, had now left her drawn to him.

And while Alyssa saw for herself that everything was normal down there, -- humungous, actually -- it was the sadness and hurt in his deep chocolate eyes that kept the perky, petite woman in spy mode. 

“You can stop hiding behind that curtain, Riley’s friend,” Drake grumbled.

“Eep!” Alyssa yelped at being caught and took a quick step back, nearly toppling clumsily over her feet. He couldn’t have been talking about her. He wasn’t even looking in her direction when he said it. She had been so careful to remain hidden. But who the hell else could he be talking to? Alyssa held her breath, hoping another one of Riley’s friends was hidden on the other side.

“I saw your little beady eyes watching me. Might as well come out from behind that curtain and laugh in my face … you wouldn’t be the first one.”

There were no doubts he was talking about her now. Frozen in panic and unable to move, Alyssa’s cheeks burned, and her heart raced at getting called out. She wondered why she couldn’t have just left well enough alone. If curiosity killed the cat, Alyssa just spent all nine of her lives.

“That’s how it's gonna be, huh?” Drake called out to her again in a snarky tone, yet Alyssa didn’t dare move. “That’s fine. I know I’m just a big joke to everyone now.” He lowered his voice just slightly in self-pity. “Maybe in some ways, I always have been.”

That stung. Alyssa couldn’t discern whether he was actually upset with her about snooping on him -- he probably was -- or as the nagging feeling in her gut was telling her: he just needed a friend. Taking in a deep breath, she skittishly slipped the curtain aside, avoiding eye contact and forcing only a diffident smile. “I’m … I’m sorry.”

He smiled back. “I’m not. I’m Drake.”

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With Riley discovering she was pregnant, the E.R. attending opted to forego continuing with the ordered x-rays, believing she had nothing more than a bruised tailbone from her fall, anyway. With the pain she experienced since the encounter with Madeleine, the doctor wanted her to have an ultrasound to ensure everything was fine with the baby and date the pregnancy.

Riley laid back on the exam table, feet planted and legs separated. A technician gingerly moved around an ultrasound probe under the sheet draped from her waist to her bent up knees. Riley and Liam vigilantly watched the screen, anxiously waiting for the black-and-white image to produce the first glimpse of their baby.

Flashing a timid smile, Riley glanced up at Liam, who was hovering over her with his eyes transfixed on the screen. Noticing her unsure look, he leaned down and whispered, “Everything okay, love?”

She shook her head almost imperceptibly and answered meagerly with all seriousness, “What if … what if our baby has a beard, Liam?”

The bewildered king puckered his forehead, unsure what to say. “Wh--why would the baby have a beard, pussycat?” He squeezed her hand reassuringly before she yanked it away and covered her eyes in embarrassment.

She sucked in an unsteady breath, impervious to the prodding continuing below. “Because my Aunt Clem’s firstborn came out with a tiny goatee like that munchkin from the Lollipop Guild,” she began to whimper in increasing frustration, plucking at the tip of her chin.

Liam’s eyes widened as he blew out a huff of air. “Then … I suppose … we’ll stick him in a carnival or something.” He chuckled despite himself. “Or get him one of those top hats and a cane.”

“It was a girrrrrrl,” Riley cried out, covering her face again. “My dad’s family is from Kentucky … there’s gotta be inbreeding somewhere in the past. Our baby will come out looking like a mini Chewbacca, and it’s all my fault. Oh god! What have I done to our child?” She sniffled through her rant, “If you want a divorce, I’ll understand.”

Normally able to keep a stoic demeanor in any kind of situation, Liam just couldn’t do it in this instance. He turned his face away to prevent his wife from seeing the giant smirk on his face and to take a moment to regain his composure from wanting to bust out at her theatrics. He didn’t know what the hell he married into or why this woman he loved so much all of a sudden had forgotten she was adopted. 

It would be an interesting nine months.

Riley frowned with a simper, “You can’t even look at me. I’ll have to raise this little hairball all by myself. They’ll have us in the ‘weird things’ section of the National Enquirer next to Drake.”

She was correct: he couldn’t look at her -- she was being completely ridiculous. Liam’s shoulders bounced against his stifled laughter. “Dear God, Riley. You’ve got to stop.”

“You’re laughing at me.”

Unaware of the pair of eyes at the foot of the exam table, glaring between the couple in absolute confusion, the technician performing the scan cleared her throat to break the tension. “I hate to interrupt … this.” She nodded between the two.”But, here’s your baby.” She tapped her fingertip on the screen to a small oblong shape on the monitor with a tiny white form in the center. Riley lowered her hands from her teary face and whipped her head around at the same time Liam did, both wholly captivated. “It’s too early to tell if there is a … goatee. But this little flicker right here --” She pointed out. “-- Is where the heart is beating.”

Feeling his wife’s hand grip his tighter, Liam stood motionless for a moment as he watched the tech pause the screen to get measurements before sucking in his lips and dropping his head onto Riley’s shoulder. “Did you see the heart beating, my love? That’s our baby. Our perfect baby.”

Blinking back a tear of joy, Riley turned her head toward her shoulder to meet Liam’s adoring eyes. “Thank you for not covering your lizard.”

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Blushing from head to toe in guilt and embarrassment, Alyssa took a step inside of Drake’s room, letting the curtain fall back behind her. Twirling a section of hair around her finger, she continued to apologize, feeling it was the right thing to do. “Again, I’m really sorry, Mr. Walker --”

“I told you my name is Drake. Mr. Walker was my father’s name. Please, just call me Drake,” he insisted in a softer tone that took the awkward-feeling Alyssa by surprise.

“Drake,” she repeated as she picked at the cuticle of her thumbnail, “I shouldn’t have been watching you, and I know I invaded your privacy. I swear, in spite of what this looks like, I’m not some creeper. I just thought … “ Alyssa looked away bashfully, twisting on her feet. “you’re really handsome.” It was true, even if she knew damn well that’s not why she peeked in at him.

Drake cocked a brow, calling her bluff. “Really?” he replied skeptically. ”That’s the only thing you were looking at?”

Dabbing at her increasingly perspiring forehead and feeling the blood drain into her feet, Alyssa declared, “I think I’m going to pass out now.”

Sensing she was serious, Drake quickly tapped the rolling chair next to his bed and insisted she sit down. Walking on wobbly legs, Alyssa finally plopped down on the chair and fanned her ashen face with one hand. Drake quickly twisted the cap off an unopened bottle of cold water one of the nurses had given him and offered it to Alyssa. She gratefully took it and guzzled a giant swig from the plastic container. Soon her breathing normalized, and the color in her face started to pinken again.

Drake stared at her in concern. “Do you want me to yell for the doctor?”

Alyssa shook her head insistently. “No. I’m better now. I just got a little anxious, is all, but I deserved it. I shouldn’t have looked at you.” She paused for a moment before offering a genuine smile. “By the way: I don’t think you’re a joke, and I would never laugh at you. I really do think you’re handsome.”

He could tell what she was saying to him was true, and for the first time in weeks, it felt nice to have someone to talk to who didn’t want to discuss a certain medical procedure he’d recently undergone. “I appreciate that … Alyssa, right?” She nodded her head. “You have beautiful eyes --”

“I hate to interrupt this party, -- ay,” A doctor in blue scrubs, a surgical cap, mask, and a horrible Canadian accent came strolling in gleefully, almost out of nowhere. “It’s time for your surgery, Mr. Walkersan -- ay.”

Drake shot straight up in his bed, glaring at the man. “What?” he screeched. “I’m getting discharged. That other doctor said I was fine.”

“Oh no, no, no -- ay. Doctor … Pepper … Stein, sent me down here to wheel you at once into surgery. Your test results showed a lot of icky stuff that needs to be taken care of at once lest you lose your manhood again. Ay.”

Narrowing his eyes, Drake shot back. “What bad stuff?”

“Uh, let me see here -- ay,” Leo began flipping through a makeshift chart he was holding in his hands and pretending to scan over a particular page. “Oy me. There seems to be … algae overgrowth in the upper ... sphincter of the … Dua Lipa -- ay. And thees muy crabs have set up a colony on the Los ballsackos.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Drake asked incredulously while Alyssa patted his arm comfortingly. “What the hell is a Los ballsackos?”

“Es los ballsackos is los ballsackos.” Leo hastily scolded as he eyed Drake sternly. “We shan't have no time to waste. Das ist Viener schloggin … we remove the viewer and then the scloggin or there be little la cucarachas crawling everywhere -- la vie en rose, amigo.”

“No one’s removing my viener, or my scloggin!” Drake protested.

“Excuse me,” Alyssa rose to her feet, knowing there was something off with this sketchy acting doctor. “I speak fluent Spanish and French, and I can tell you, almost none of that made sense. Not to mention the fact that I believe part of that was German and ancient English. ¿De dónde sacaste tu título, doctor?”

Leo’s bright blue eyes dulled with uncertainty as Alyssa crossed her arms, awaiting a response. Scrambling for an answer and wishing he’d paid more attention during his language lessons, he ultimately replied with a shirk, “Eh … Despacito?”

“Despacito?” Alyssa challenged before glancing over at Drake, who was still glaring a hole into the perceived physician, then returning her gaze back to a cow-eyed Leo. “Who are you, really?”

"Who am I really?" Leo replied with a smug grin as he lowered the surgical mask that was hiding his face. "I'm Dr. Wolfschitz, baby."

[gigiree]

With enough strength to be gentle

AO3  First chapter. Previous chapter here. Sasuhina month day 20: thunderous as a storm, gentle as a dew drop

“A-are you ready?”

He barely hears her soft tones over the thundering rain rattling his new screen door so hard, it clatters against the wood frame with a staccato groan that’s a bit eerie.

The lighting in his living room is dim and flickering, dozens of candles placed haphazardly on any flat surface because no one ever thought to update electrical grid in the old Uchiha district. That can be credited to the village Utilities’ Department lack of desire to brave the rumored ghosts, the actually decrepit utilities, and the surly last Uchiha who haunts the grounds. They’re alone in that sentiment, but it’s an annoyance that tugs at long buried hurts Sasuke would never admit to.

So he finds himself looking into her earnest eyes, her round face made even softer by the wavering warmth, hesitation clinging firmly to the corner of her pretty mouth and nervousness settled on her scrunched nose.

(And perhaps if he’d known better, he would’ve known that the flush in her cheeks was the fault of a fluttering attraction, but he should be forgiven for missing it, considering the circumstances.)

He smiles, a gentle, crooked quirk of his mouth that’s easy to miss in the dark, but Hinata sees more than most. He knows this small thing to be enough for her to get the message.

He closes his heavy lids and tilts his head forward. 

Her chilled fingers brush back his bangs ever so carefully, he might’ve imagined her touch for all the contact she makes. He bites back the anxiety that raises the hairs on the back of his neck. The absolute contradiction to every instinct that’s ever kept him alive in his time as a shinobi, baring his vulnerable parts to someone who could easily stop his heart with a touch.

(Though he’s already admitted as much that she does with just a look, anyway.)

The cold in her touch makes its way to his temples, soothing the lingering headache that stays despite the herbal concoctions he’s choked down.

“I’m going to start now.”

“Hn.” There’s a heavy silence on her end, her tension threading to her hands so obviously, he opens his eyes suddenly, only to realize her face is mere inches from his own. It takes everything in him not to want to grasp her worried, little face and pull her into his orbit. His lips on hers, her hair tickling the edges of his jaw-

“S-Sasuke-san.”

“Don’t apologize. I did this to myself remember. Now get it off me.” He closes his eyes again. 

Hinata makes a small sound of embarrassment or resolve, he’s not quite sure.

He wants to make a joke at her expense, but the words are caught on his throat as a sudden lance of pain bores into the space behind his eyes, and it feels like he’s being unraveled.

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Pain. Exquisitely thin and sharp. It laces through every part of him, every thought, as the dull headache he’d been having is seemingly taken apart, bit by bit until he can distinguish each sensation in it as a singular experience.

The roiling of his guts, chills wracking his strong frame, the tang of blood in his mouth, the muscles of his eyes straining in extremis, sight torn between his two doujutsu, the Rinnegan pushing the source of pain and the Sharingan flaring to see past all of it. He's in danger of losing it, but he remembers her to keep hold on why he'd done this. Prior to this, he would've thought the memories to tether himself to consciousness would've been those involving Naruto, Sakura, Itachi and his family. 

Fighting for the end of the world. Fighting for a dream inherited, fighting, endless fighting but...That had all ended hadn't it? He'd been lost in a peace everyone else had seemed to fall naturally into. He'd thought he'd been alone in that. But she was just as lost, if not more so. And she'd crashed into him, pulled forward by her own powerful gravity that she never seem to quite accept. And he'd fallen right into her orbit, hadn't he? 

What a blind, hopeless fool he'd been. But he's changed. No longer a lodestone sinking into the earth. She'd forced him to move. He doesn't know if he'll ever be done thanking her for that.

So he does this for her. 

He remembers stolen moments between the meandering she's done, little crossings where they'd gotten to know one another. He remembers her shining eyes, glinting with mischief when stealing from him, narrowing with suspicion whenever he'd pop by just to see her surprise so deliciously obvious, scrunching with happiness when he'd sit across from her during a Yakiniku gathering. 

Shared glances through a crowd. 

A strand of long, dark hair curling on his couch throw pillow. A bracelet with moonlight hanging off a silver chain, echoing the paleness of her gaze. Fireworks. Thin wires barely keeping an emaciated form tied to this life.

Distance to zero and his lips on hers, the cloying smell of red bean on her breath. 

Stolen moments and kept secrets, just the both of them spinning lost and lonely underneath an old umbrella. Silly, lost, stupidly good, stubborn, misguided, scared, brave, pretty, sweet, strong, gentle, ever growing...Hinata.

His fingers claw at his hair, at his skin, begging for reprieve and then-

A singular touch to his forehead clears it all, like the first drop of rain in a drought riddled desert. The relief ripples across from the dull pressure centered on his botched seal, numbing, washing away the hurt and the loose ends of unraveled thoughts.

For a moment, it feels like Itachi’s poking his forehead again and there’s thunder and rain outside sounding almost too loud and resonant in his sensitive ears.

But when he opens his eyes, confusion and anger and irritation all sweep through him so incredibly visceral, he can’t help but fall to instinct and react. 

It’s all too easy to slap the Hyuuga’s pathetically tiny hand away from his face, push her soft body to the wooden floor and hold a kunai to her slim, pale neck, his heavy form over hers as his Sharingan flares red, sending harsh shadows lancing across her terrified face. “You. Hyuuga. What did you to me? Did Naruto put you up to this?”

The venom coils deep in his words, dangerous and ready to strike. But as far as snakes go, he’s a generous one. Giving chances isn’t something people like him do often. He wracks his brain, but his thoughts are sluggish, dreadful. The last thing he remembers is a tearful Sakura, a pathetic attempt on his life with a poison kunai, Kakashi’s smug remarks, and Naruto’s livid expression reflected in the grimy water below them.

He supposes they managed to catch him after all. But it makes no sense. He’s interrupted by the sound of sniffling.

If there’s one thing Sasuke Uchiha has never been able to deal with, it’s the crying of those weaker than him. They always irritated him. Too loud. To messy. It made him want to run and fight someone worthy the instant they started. She doesn’t make a sound really. Just quiet, trembling breaths.

Her dark brows knit together so tightly, he thinks they’ll never come apart. She was always too weak. A ghost trailing at the back of their class, watching Naruto with flushed cheeks and her cowardice bending her spine in half.

He’s never had pity for people like her. People who can’t help themselves.

Yet when her tears spill over her thick, dark lashes and roll down those ridiculously round cheeks, disappearing into the thick carpet of her hair trailing on the wooden floor, there’s an ache somewhere in him that frustrates him more than anything.

And it sharpens into something excruciating that he can’t quite place when she silently mouths-

“I’m sorry.”

[ask-rp-devra]

With autumn slowly creeping in, the team was busy every day, getting ready for the winter to come. The crops looked good, morning dew on them as the professor stumbled out with a few Pokemon, taking them out for a morning stretch and bathroom break. She ambled about the garden, mindlessly eating a berry or two, pulling the odd weed out, while sipping coffee in the quiet. It wouldn’t be long before the Galar region was to open a new area up to the general public, and seeing as the team now had a galarian resident on it, the woman decided it’d be wise to go back and get the remainder of Devra’s Pokemon. They’d been stashed at her family home from what she had gathered, and now the gates were being fully opened, they could apply to move to johto, to the island. She had to admit, the idea of the tundra area becoming accessible was a little daunting, peach had never been too resilient in the cold. Perhaps this would be a good test for her. Val was going to come along for this trip, she planned to just go for a field visit with her Pokemon, but with Devs enthusiasm to explore too, it seemed wise to team up and go together on the trip. The young intern had been steadily learning, and because of her, Peach was freed up to do more work in other areas, now less busy with the herds of non-grass types. She did however get to visit for fun more, which she had to admit was enjoyable. Secret meetings with the stantler had become her lunch breaks as of late, they all seemed very calm with the big leader around, Donut, peach’s dear baby boy. Sadly he couldn’t come with her on the trip, he would have been a perfect fit for the area and it’s cold.

Perhaps it’d be nice to just start fresh, see who she ended up with as a team. Her hand found Val mid thought, petting her stupidly warm body. At least they could get some time together. Val had been so upset about not being able to go to Galar the first time round, so now was the chance to make it up to the Pokemon.

Devra was up an hour before sunrise, a rhythm to her day now that just came easily to her now. She would get up, get dressed for the days needs, then feed her main team of Pokémon first. Once they were taken care of she made her way outside, heading over to the main stable and barn of her little pocket of the island. She went inside and flicked on some of the lights, not wanting to startle the sleeping Pokémon awake. Never the less, she was still greeted by some happy calls from stalls scattered around the building, the Pokémon inside having grown used to Devra’s routine by now. She grabbed her push cart full of different feed mixtures, humming to herself as she started feeding everyone down one side of the building then working her way back down the other side. The last stall she always took care of was that housing her favorite family. Her partner Pokémon Fiona was laying in hay next to her mate, Peach’s Pokémon Titan. While they still dozed there was already a nose poking over the stall door, little Aliza always excited to see her mom’s favorite human.

Not too long after her coffee, peach had thrown an outfit on, and ambled towards the stables, she needed a mount today, and figured it was a good time to pop across, see how everyone was doing. A few members of the barn groups had to be checked on, at least once or twice a week, peach could leave the busy work to Devra and she appreciated it, but still had to go do the general health checks needed to keep everyone monitored, especially as the winter was threatening to roll in heavily. She kicked the door too a bit, Val going in first, clocking Devra, leaning over the stall door to pet the young ponyta. Upon seeing peach Titan stretched his neck as high as possible, able to see over the stall doors, giving a cry to ‘come over here’.

“morning everyone, Dev, Fiona, lil baby bean lady. She smushed Alisa’s little face briefly before focusing on her big fire type who stayed lying down. “Buddy, parenthood has slowed you down.” She teased the Rapidash, his body finally getting up, looking more sprightly now, putting his entire face in hers, hot gross morning breath and all.

Devra had moved down a few stalls by the time the Professor came in. She had just opened the door to the pasture, letting out a handful of wooloo out so she could clean their stall. She grinned she heard her name called. “Morning Professor! Hi Valka!” She dusted herself off and went to join them, grinning as she watched Peach. “Titan had a particularly rude wake up call today. Aliza tried to jump over him again. Failed terribly though. Knocked the wind out of both of them for a second. I watched them though. They both got over it quick. And Fiona gave the little bean a good scolding.” She sighed, giving her own rapidash attention as she finally got up to the door.

“certainly giving them both a lot to deal with day to day. She’s getting so boisterous now.” Aliza was running in and out of the entry to the paddocks, running circles around a stray girafarig, small in size but otherwise ordinary looking. “you been spending time with her recently? She’s about ready to start doing some proper training, got all that energy and no where to direct it.” With a final pat to the family, they seemed happy to go out to graze.

the professor wandered from stall to stall, some Pokemon remaining in to avoid the morning frost, greeting her as she passed by. “‘have you given any thought to who to take with you on our trip back to Galar?” She mindlessly hung up any stray harnesses, returning items to their homes.

She followed along with the Professor, opening doors and adding water or feed here and there as they went. “I’m not sure. I was thinking Zek or Fiona. But Zek has gotten really into it with the bug community around here. The little ones love playing with him so much. They use him as a slide! But I think he really likes it too. He never turns them down. And Fiona...I think she’d like to stay with her man. We don’t know how long we’re going to be there after all.” She sighed, rubbing her neck as she let out three Kanto ponyta. “It’s a real head scratcher.”

The colder climate was an oncoming issue to prep for, hearing she had thought through taking Zek was very logical. That centiscorch had a lovely nature to travel with.

“‘how about the youngster, Aliza. She’s about ready to start seeing the world, and we won’t be gone for too long.” The family looked happy out in the field, but it was noticeable how much energy the little hybrid ponyta had now. The professor stooped to pet a passing wumple, placing him higher up to avoid getting stepped on.

“‘there’s also potentially one other Pokemon you might want to see before you make your mind up, rung of the litter, a bit scrappy but a good strong hybrid.” She left a lot of details out, the Pokemon she had in mind for the trip was a particularly fun little guy, but they had yet to home him. Perhaps this would be a good fit for both the Pokemon and Devra.

Devra finished the last of her tasks, closing the stall as she turned to Peach. “I was entertaining the idea of taking Aliza. It would be nice to have a good strong bond with her.” She brushed herself off again as they left the barn. “Well, if you think it’s a good idea to take a look then I’d love to see the little guy.”

The last time peach had checked the Pokemon in question was up near the water plant. Professor Grey was the owner of the young pokemons father, a rather gentle houndoom, who had been a household pet to both peach and grey for a fair few years now. The mother of the Pokemon was an arcanine, and having had her pups and completed her rehabilitation, she had since been rehomed, along with several brothers and sisters, all beautiful hybrids. The last, however, was very small and so he stayed behind and got extra care. Peach had been overly quiet, forgetting to speak out loud sometimes.

“I think you’ll really like them, they’re a bit different.”

Devra grinned as her friend Mel, a sweet little Chatot came over to join her. “I’m always up to meeting new Pokémon. And you know I’m a sucker for different. That part of the reason I’m so excited to go explore the Crown Tundra.”

She nodded once in response and glanced up at the clock hanging at the end of the barn.

“want to go now? Not got any patients until later today.”

She looked around the barn, doing one last run through of her mental checklist. “I’ve got the morning rounds done. And anyone that wants in the pasture is already outside. So I don’t see why we can’t go now.”

[sharknadoslutt]

Oh to cook for a clone, goes for any clone you love, giving them a warm homecooked meal with much better and more taste when what they’re used to. Imagine their sheer happiness, the warm smile they give you

Okay so this isnt even remotely what the ask was really about buuuuutt plz hear me out. holly is telling a story. this is canon now bcs I said so.

So lets say there was a group of young single women, going out for a night on the Coruscanti town, right? They are all dressed to impress. They just wanna go to a club and DANCE. FLIRT. HAVE FUN.

They happen to stumble upon a new club called 79's.

Little do they know, this is a clone cantina that only opened up a few days ago. And despite being very popular with the boys, civies haven't really been through. Until these hot young women just looking for a good time just happen to stop by.

Realizing that it was a clone-intended establishment the girls whisper to each other, deciding if they should leave. But before they do they are FLOCKED by these HANDSOME FUcKING MEN. Just absolute puppy dogs.

"Wow! You're so pretty! Can I buy you a drink?!"

"I know with a body like that you know how to dance. Would you be so kind as to come show me and my brother? He's kinda shy."

"Heeeyyy beautiful, what's your drink of choice? Let me buy you a few."

BAM. THEIR NEW FAVORITE DESTINATION. THE ATTENTION THEY GET IS JUST OTHERWORLDLY. They become regulars, and dont even like.. fuck these boys (I meaaann I'm sure they do but not the point of this story I'm making up on the spot). They just feel like a billion credits for simply existing!

Now, these girls tell their friends, and they tell their friends...

Suddenly, there is this small community of young party people who have fallen charm to these unpaid soldiers, and lowkey just like. adore them? want to protect them? Not even like one specific clone. But like, they keep going back to 79s because the clones are just SO HANDSOME and fun and sweet and are genuinely happy just to dancing with someone who isn't a vode.

Well, some of these folks I'm sure have regular booty calls with the clones, I'm sure relationships are forming. They start to actually TALK to these boys... and are hearing about their lives. About the war. About the barracks. The hearts of our young sluts are captivated. They want to do something for these BOYS!!!!!

So like. these smitten whores do like. a charity baked good drive and food donations for the clones every so often. Where people donate home cooked meals and baked goods and this group arranges like a giant feast for the boys at the GAR. THANKSGIVING STYLED BBY.

So like every 2 months the clones get really excited because their cantina whores provide a giant feast. Senators see it as good publicity and maybe it's a tax write off so they donate an ungodly amount of food/snacks/baked sweets. rich people shit. Steak. Caviar. idk Mountain dew???? GREEN BEAN CASSAROLE???? FRITOS????

And ya know what, these sluts go the extra mile. It's like hooters. They get dressed up. Shorts. Heels. Tits out. THEY ARE JUST LIVING for serving these men some free home cooked meals, while they themselves be LOOKING LIKE SNACKS.

Anyways. Im sorry you had to read that but I am 100% a part of the space facebook community "Coruscant Clone Foodbank" and I make them macaroni and cheese and pie and I'm wearing a BIKINI bcs I SUPPORT THE TROOPS. Reblog with what you make and what you wear to the feast!!

[alloveroliver]

Merfolk OC Challenge! By AllOverOliver

Happy Mermay!

Choose from the following lists to make up your unique Merperson OC! 

You may draw your OC, write them, use piccrews, make a moodboard for them, ANYTHING!

Gender: Your Choice

Age: Up to you!

First Name:

If your name starts with J, Q, or N you may choose from:

River 

Coral

Laguna 

If your name starts with M, U, or W you may choose from:

Cascade

Marina

Isla

If your name starts with S, G, or X you may choose from:

Bay

Cove

Triton

If your name starts with D, Z, or P you may choose from:

Delta

Aqua

Caspian

If your name starts with C, O, or E you may choose from:

Aquarius

Dew

Poseidon

If your name starts with B, I, H, or Z you may choose from:

Eyre

Brooke

Oceana

Pearl

If your name starts with K, Y, T, or L you may choose from:

Hydra

Winslet

Pacifica

Flora

If your name starts with A, F, V, or R you may choose from:

Wade

Harbor

Nile

Raina

Tail Color

The month you were born in:

January: Ruby Red

February: Pink

March: Dark Purple

April: Yellow

May: Green

June: Rainbow (Pride month!)

July: Orange

August: Pale Violet

September: Dark Blue

October: Black/ Grey

November: Turquoise

December: White/ Opal

Hair Length

Sibling Status!

Only child: Short Hair

Oldest: V Long

Middle: Medium

Youngest: Long

Too many siblings…: Pixy short

Sub-Species/ Type

Last Digit of your phone number:

0: Deep Sea

1: Arctic

2: Royalty

3: Siren

4: Shark type

5: Tropical

6: Open Ocean (Large!)

7: Coral Reef 

8: Cecelia (Octopus type bottom!)

9: Pond Dweller (V smol bean)

Added Flair!

If you can’t swim IRL: Make them shy

If you like to wear your hair up often IRL: Put a mermaid crown on your OC

If you have a dog: Add a little crustacean friend

If you have a cat: Add a little fish friend

If you have a small animal (not cat or dog): Add a jellyfish friend

If you have an exotic animal: Add an octopus friend

If you drink coffee most mornings: Add a starfish ‘bra’ top

If you drink tea most mornings: Add a swimsuit top

If you #STAYHYDRATED: Make them change to a human when out of the water!

If you love wearing makeup, going full glam: Make them have a two-toned tail, complimentary color to your birth month color!

Everything else is up to you to fill in!

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I hope you liked this challenge! I made this from scratch with lots of inspo from some “Mermaid Name” type stuff I found on google. (If there are any mistakes or misunderstandings, just let me know, and I can edit the post, Thanks!)

Please comment or reblog this with your OC! I want to see your results so bad! Reblog if you wrote a character sheet, a picrew, or you even drew it! Happy MerMay~