#i think I'll just post these two for tonight i gotta sleep

[blaiddraws]

Sleepy cuddles with Ingo as the big spoon and Zisu as the little spoon OR sleepy cuddles with Ingo and a pile of sneasel kittens/his pokemon

more eepy <3

[izzy-b-hands]

Trying to make my brain do anything today has just been case after case of 'well, half-assed is better than nothing I guess.'

[xnalux]

streamergf!vi hcs

part 1 part 3

warnings: none, fem!reader

pictures are from pinterest and they're not mine

streamergfvi: before your relationship was oficcially out she made sure to always post pics on her ig to hint she was clearly taken.

@/vistandsforviolence: sucks to be you ;)

@sevikunt: the girl is a paid actor

@vistansforviolence: go suck a dick

but after she actually announced her relationship to her community she made sure to floods her socials with pictures of you two together she took on past dates or just candind pictures of you (she totally made an album titled ''baby'' the first time she met you in person where she kept all the pictures she ever took of you). Everytime she snatch a picture of you, she usually does it when you are in the worst conditions ever, and you ask her to delete it she just pouts at you.

''but you look so cute baby''

In the end she never deletes the picture.

streamergfvi: who plays on streams every indie games you recommend to her. Her followers are sick of it because she always ends up never sticking to her streaming schedule.

''All right guys, i know we were supposed to play resident evil tonight but...''

and the chat goes wild

@/piltegoth: dude not again

@/chadjayce: you are such a loser for pussy is embarassing

@/Ekk0: weakest butch on the internet tbh

streamergfvi: who when she is not streaming she's probably lost tinkering with some gadget or tech. you find her, more often tha not, in her room cross legged on the floor, hands stained with grease and a look of intense focus on her face that's utterly adorable. She doesn’t ever notice you till you stand right in front of her frame hovering over a half opened computer (yes she totally works on the floor).

''babe?''

she raises her head and her eyes totally brighten seeing you in front of her

''baby you're earlier you were supposed to be here at...''

she takes a look at the her wrist clock face (she wears a clock, it's hot) realising you are definitely not early and she totally lost track of time again.

''shit i'm sorry, the little shit was acting up again and…i'll quickly get ready for our date...''

she ramble getting up and you totally don't give a shit that she is late because her hands are covered in grease, and her muscles are in full view, little droplets of sweat glistening her skin, you thanks whoever invented tank top.

she shuts up only when you surprise her with a kiss, her hands comiung up to grab your waist as she pulls you closer to kiss you back.

''what was that for?''

she smirks at you when you pull away a little breathless. your arms around her neck.

''you look hot''

you just smile at her

''oh you think i'm hot all sweaty and covered in grease?’'

she teases you pulling you closer to her by your waist, one of her hand coming up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear.

''you are gonna get my hair all greasy''

you giggle trying to get out of her grip. It usually ends up with her throwig you on her bed tickling you as you try to block her hands.

''just wait till i wash my hands''

streamergfvi: who has undiagnosed adhd and sometimes when you sleep over she wakes you up in the middle of the night still high on one too many energy drinks because she played a new game during her stream and literally can't wait till morning to show it to you. the only light in the room the one coming from her computer still on on her desk even tho she turned off her stream half an hour ago.

''baby are u asleep?''

You blink the sleep from your eyes and look at her, the picture of confusion and endearment. "What?"

"You've gotta see this! It's like someone took everything I love about games and put it into one amazing package!" she continues, her words tumbling over each other like a rock slide

''love it's 3am''

she gently grabs your wrist to pull you from the sweet cocoon of her bed

"I know pretty, but I just beat the first boss and I can't wait for you to see it!''

you end up cuddled in her lap on her gaming chair as she dives into the game rambling about all the cool stuffs you can do.

streamergfvi: who whenever she's got a new game that allows character customization makes sure to create a second one that looks like you. And it doesn't matter if she is on stream and her chat nags her to hurry the fuck up and just play the fucking game.

@/piltiesniperc: it's been 20 minutes

@/getjinxed: dude it literally looks just like her wtf

@/vistandsforvirgin: start the fucking game and stop being so gay

''just... almost done the lips are bugging me''

streamergfvi: who lets you put all kinds of stickers on her gaming set up and bought matching joystick and matching keychains and matching t-shirt. She literally loves matching shit.

streamergfvi: who thinks it's a good idea to let you cut her hair on stream. you stand there while she waves a pair of cooking scissors in front of the camera because ''scissors are scissors, they are gonna work just fine''.

''hello guys, today my pretty girlfriend is gonna cut my hair''

that's how you end up improvising yourself as an hair-stylist, almost poking one of her eyes out in the process because she can't sit still.

@/piltiesniperc: this is not what a meant when i said i liked lesbians scissoring

@/Ekk0: this is priceless

@/viktorious: omg i love when lesbians:

vi looks at herself in the camera moving her face from side to side, you definitely cut them shorter than expected and it's clear the haircut is uneven.

@/getjinxed: shit you look like a wet racoon, i need to see this irl

@/sevikunt: dumbest butch on the internet

as powder storms in vi room your eyes lingers on vi face and you just ask yourself how is it possible she looks even hotter than before.

''a wet racoon?''

vi asks offendend turning her gaming chair towards powder, who get closer to vi’s face with a little bounce in her walk and flashes her with her phone camera

''omg i need to show vander, you look ridicolous''

vi pouts turning to you

''do I really look like a wet racoon?''

and you can't help but giggle as you pull her from the back of her neck in a little kiss before whispering something in her ear, something that makes her cheeks flush and her lips curl upwards in a little smirks as she get up from her seat lifting you by your waist to get the both of you out of frame. The sounds of kisses and gigglies filling the room as powder quickly get in front of the camera.

''disgusting''

powder groan as she turn off the stream and sprint out of vi's room.

streamergfvi: who comes up with the most random questions. one minute, she'll ask about the plot of a game you’ve played a hundred times; the next, she'll muse on the theoretical physics of a game's universe. Her curiosity knows no bounds, and she's not afraid to dive deep into the rabbit hole of "what ifs" and "but whys" that often lead to the most entertaining conversations.

"Hey babe, do you think aliens would be into streaming games? What do you think their internet setup would look like?"

"If I started a podcast about the history of pencils, would you be my first listener?"

"What would happen if we tried to stream underwater?''

"Do you think I can teach myself to play the guitar while I'm streaming? It'll be fine, I've watched like three YouTube tutorials already."

''would you still love me if i had a third boob in the middle of my forehead?''

and the list could go on forever

streamergfvi: who hates being sick because she needs to stay put and just rest and she hates that but she kinda likes having you as her personal nurse. she wraps you both in a burrito of blankets, her hot skin flushing against yours as she tries to warm up her hands under your shirt.

''I'm gonna die''

she groans in the crook of your neck, her voice gruff due to her aching throat. you pepper small kisses over her head holding her close.

''your temperature is 37.7 baby, you are not gonna die''

you giggle endeared by your girlfriend anticts. she rases her head from your neck and look you dead serious in the eyes.

''i think i'm having auditory hallucinations''

she says and you know she is gonna say something stupid but you can't help yourself from asking anyway

''oh yeah? and what are they telling you?''

she smile playful at you, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed because of her fever

''that my only chance of surviving this is hide myself between your tits''

and she tucks her head under your shirt as you burst in a fit of giggles.

streamergfvi: who when you are the one sick drops everything she is doing to come to your house. A bag fulls of medicines and your favorites things which include your fav hoodie of hers because she knows it gives you comfort to wear it. she makes sure you are wrapped in as many blankets as she can finds before going to cook you soup and ends up spoon-feeding you while you watch the office.

''just another one pretty, you are doing so good''

she peppers your face with kissed even tho you remind her she is gonna get sick too

''i don't care, just pass all your sickness to me so you can get well''

and brush your teeth after you've thrown up before drawing you a bath and gently massages you shoulders.

streamergfvi: who’s love language is physical touch. And it's not just about the typical cuddling and kissing.

For her, it's about the little things that often go unnoticed, the constant reassurances of presence and connection.

when she's in the middle of a gaming marathon and you are sitting next to her, her love manifests in a gentle head pat, a playful nudge.

the way she always plays with your hair while you're watching a movie, or the constant need to have some part of her body touching yours while you both lay in bed.

And oh, the way she holds you. It's like she's trying to contain a tornado in her arms, strong, yet gentle.

Her love is the way she squeezes your hand tightly during a suspenseful moment in a game stream, transferring her excitement directly to you.

It's the gentle touch of her fingers tracing patterns on your skin when she's lost in thought, or the firm grip of her hand on your thigh when she's trying to focus and needs you as her grounding force.

It's the subtle brush of her hand against your leg while you sit side by side, the way she grabs yours during a particularly intense plot twist in your favorite show, and the warm pressure of her fingers on your back as she guides you through a crowded room. It's the way she kisses you goodbye, like she's trying to leave a piece of herself behind to keep you company until she returns.

Her love is a bit like her streaming setup, a little messy, a bit haphazard but genuine and raw and you wouldn't have it any other way.

an: I had so much fun writing this so let me know if you would like a part 3. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read and interact with the part one, i got surprised by all the attention it got <3

I took inspiration from this beautiful art piece for the hair-cut part so credits to @ClaraDeArte on twitter

[creedslove]

CHOCOLATE CAKE BLISS 🎂

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel loves your chocolate cake and while he's stealing one slice of it you two end up having a conversation about that future that makes him insecure, so you gotta show him you mean it when you say you love him

(this can be read as a continuation of SLEEP BLISS 💤, SHOWER BLISS 🫧, MOONLIGHT BLISS 🌙, BABY BLISS 🍼 PART ONE and BABY BLISS 🍼 PART TWO, or it can be read as a one shot, it's up to you)

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy but no pregnancy at all, smut (oral m! receiving), age gap, insecure!joel, out of character!joel, cute!joel because he loves chocolate cake

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Joel grumbled when he went back to consciousness and didn't feel you next to him. He could still feel your side of the bed warm and your scent lingering in your pillow, but you weren't lying there.

He looked around and rubbed his tired eyes. He didn't remember how long he'd slept, but it felt like a lot, as for once his body was completely relaxed and there was no tension in his muscles. He smiled at himself as soon as he remembered the night before, how you'd told him you loved him and how after gathering courage he told you the same.

You had exchanged love words while he was inside of you, as his hot load was hitting your womb and you couldn't be more connected than that at that moment.

It was official, you were each other's and no one could change that.

And he also remembered what he thought when he was inside of you.

He still didn't know what was up with him, sometimes he did want to have a baby with you, he wanted to get you pregnant, he wanted to see you glowing with a beautiful round belly, he wanted to be up at night helping you with your baby, he wanted to sit down silently and watch you breastfeed your baby, hold the baby's tiny little hand and feel the tight grip around his finger, little eyes searching for Joel's, so the baby would know mama and dada were there.

And then he fell back into his senses and remembered how insane all of that was.

He was old. He wasn't just older than you, he was old.

He didn't have energy to run after a kid, he was tired, his body ached and his back killed him at least once a day. There was no way he could leave you with the responsibility of taking care of a child. Even if you weren't living a literal apocalypse, it wasn't a great idea at all. And he couldn't force you to go through a pregnancy without adequate medical care, what if you had poor health? What if something went wrong in labor? No, he couldn't afford that.

He got up and widened his eyes at the delicious smell.

Chocolate cake.

Joel didn't even remember how long it had been since the last time he had a slice of it. But even if it'd been ages, he wouldn't forget that smell and he could already taste it.

He ran downstairs, suddenly feeling excited about the perspective of eating a slice of it and couldn't stop thinking it was damn pathetic a guy his age being so happy at something simple as that, but you couldn't disagree more, he was so boyish, so adorable when he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried stealing a slice of it.

You laughed at yourself. Joel Miller was acting adorable.

You snapped his hand away for the third time and frowned "Joel!!! This is for the kids, I already told you!" You said and saw him chuckling

"you are going to volunteer at the daycare, there's babies there. Babies don't eat chocolate cake" he rolled his eyes.

You turned around and faced him

"There are toddlers there, don't play dumb with me, you know that. And if you out of all the people in the world love chocolate cake, what makes you think the toddlers won't?" You chuckled and pecked his lips

"Alright, one last slice and I promise tonight I'll bake one just for you" you whispered against his ear and pecked his neck gently.

He groaned and gripped your waist, you shouldn't be teasing him like that, you were a real bad girl for that.

He crashed his lips against you, needing you to feel how much power you had over him, but you broke the kiss and stroked his cheek gently, smiling at him.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You blushed and saw when Joel frowned softly, he nodded, curious to know what you hadn't told him.

His heart raced with anxiety, what if you were gonna tell him you met someone nicer? Maybe a younger guy who made the butterflies in your stomach fly like crazy.

No. He quickly dismissed the idea, why would you be offering yourself to bake him cakes like a good housewife and spreading kisses all over your neck if you wanted to be with someone else? Fuck, get it together, man. He thought to himself.

"It's just that… at the daycare there's a baby, a real cute one and he's got the sweetest brown eyes and curly hair and Maria and I joke he's your son…" you giggled "and I like taking care of him and pretending he is your son, it's fun" you bit your lips not sure how he would react.

Joel gasped and looked into your eyes.

"Do you wanna have a baby?" He couldn't hold back his tongue, god, he cursed himself for being pathetic, but he needed to know.

"No… I mean, I don't know… I never really thought of having babies before, I just thought it was a cute scenario because the little boy kinda looks like you" you explained and saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes?

"Why? Do you wanna have a baby Joel?"

He shook his head and looked down, scratching down the back of his neck feeling once again embarrassed about having that conversation.

"I don't… I mean, sometimes I do, but it's a crazy idea, isn't it? Bringing a baby into the picture is fucked up… I don't know, I guess I went soft because of you and now we're together it makes me wonder what things would be like if we were in a normal world, if I hadn't lost everything…" he swallowed hard "I just feel guilty because you are so beautiful, so young and you should be able to get married and have a family, you know… with someone suitable for you, someone appropriate"

You shook your head and held his face between your hands.

"You are this person, Joel. You are the most suitable and appropriate person to me, you are the only man I would ever consider marrying, and you are the only one that could get me pregnant. As much as it is crazy to bring a baby into this world, I would do it with you and no else… why is it so hard for you to accept that I love you?" You tilted his head and watched him look down.

"I don't know" he shrugged and didn't stare at you again.

You took a deep breath and pulled his head gently, kissing him.

"It's not our fault if we fell for each other. I know there's a lifetime that separates us, but I love you even if you're older and I know for a fact that you love me even if I'm younger, Mr.Miller" you smiled "I think we're being carried away with this whole baby thing, I think it would only make us feel pressured, but if it ever happened, I'd be happy" you told him and saw how Joel only nodded and pecked your lips before leaving for work.

You spent the whole afternoon thinking of your interaction with him, it baffled you how insecure he was. Whenever you thought you'd advanced one step with Joel it also felt you took one step back. You didn't care if he was older, you loved him and you didn't want to be happy with someone else. You were already happy with Joel, even if he was a dumb, stubborn cunt once in a while.

When you got home, you knew there were still a couple of hours for his shift to be over, so you prepared the batter for the cake you'd promised him, as you thought of a way to show him your love, your passion for him.

After you put the cake in the oven, you got rid of your clothes and stood only in your panties in front of the mirror, you wanted to show Joel love the best language he could speak.

When he stepped inside the first thing he noticed was the smell, you had actually made him the cake like you promised and he smiled softly. He shouldn't have been so coward towards you earlier that day, he shouldn't have showed you how weak he was, but at the same time you were the only person he could actually do that. He didn't have anything to hide from you, and he hoped you were the same for him.

"Y/N?" He called your name wanting to see where you were, but was caught off guard by your half naked presence.

You walked towards him in nothing but your thongs, he saw how your breasts moved freely as you walked, your nipples already hard at the chilly air. You couldn't help but smile at his surprised face, hugged him and kissed his neck, deeper this time, adding a small love bite to it and earning a groan from your man.

"Darling, I-" you cut him off when you unbuckled his belt

"I wanna get on my knees for you Joel" that was the only thing you said, because at that moment you wanted to be submissive, you wanted to exist only for him, for his pleasure.

So you did as you said and faced his crotch. With delicate hands you unzipped his jeans and pulled them down just enough to free his cock.

You loved how his size matched his entire body, being thick and long, your cunt always clenched at the sight of it.

You gave his tip a small cat lick, tasting his leaking pre cum at the same time your hand massaged his heavy balls.

Joel had barely been touched and he was already groaning in pleasure.

You wrapped your lips around his tip suckling on it at the same time you stroked his base.

Joel's hand gripped your hair tight, pulling your face closer wanting more of you. You were driving him insane as you were touching him but not enough for him to cum yet. You took a deep breath and relaxed your throat, giving him a small nod to show him you were ready for him to face fuck you.

And then Joel bucked his hips, fucking your mouth, loving how you took all of him until he came for you, and you swallowed every single drop of it.

He panted and helped you up, holding you tighter against his chest.

Joel sat on the couch, not bothering pulling his pants up but seeing you shivered lightly so he took off his jacket and placed it on you.

You kissed him, smiling as he looked at you with surprise and admiration, you curled up to him, never wanting to be apart from your man, you loved him with all of your heart and you'd prove it to him whenever he needed some reassurance.

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A/N: idk i love joel and I'm horny

[strangersteddierthings]

Gut Instinct: Chapter 6 - Saturday

[Art] [Ao3] [Prologue] [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Interlude] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six]

[This chapter is mature. MDNI. It does fade to black though because I got too shy about writing and posting smut]

Munson follows him upstairs. It'll be nice to have the help now, as much as he wanted space back in the kitchen. Munson can carry the pillows while Steve gathers bedding. The couches in the rec room are comfortable but the room itself gets colder than the rest of the house at night. Due to the proximity to the garage.

He enters his room with the intention of just pulling his comforter off and stealing the pillows, and Eddie follows after.

"Jesus, Harrington! What in plaid hell?"

Steve takes in his walls, the realization that it's been a long while since someone else besides him was in it. Well, Robin's been up here a few times, but they prefer to hang out in the living room.

"I didn't pick the wallpaper, man," Steve says even as he frowns at the walls, "but, uh, yeah. I really should move to a different room, huh."

Munson barks a laugh. "Just gonna move into one of the guest rooms instead of deal with this?"

"Sure," Steve agrees, amused, "I'll just shut this door and tape a sign up that just says Torture Chamber on it. Lock any of the gremlins in here for being too annoying or something."

That gets him a real laugh from Munson, who also looks surprised that he laughed. Which reminds him.

"Did you get to look at the note?"

Munson looks at him, confusion clear on his face.

“The one I gave you after the basketball game?”

The confused look clears and Munson says, "oh, uh, no. It's- I think it's in the van?"

"Your van!" Steve exclaims, suddenly remembering the abandoned vehicle. Macx had said she say Eddie flee in it. They should go get it before someone finds it. "we should go get it, while it's dark out. Where did you-"

Steve, who had turned on heel and was heading to the door, is stopped by Munson, a hand landing solidly on his chest even as he also moves to block the door. "Dude! No! It's hidden, and nowhere near your house. People are gonna know I'm here if they see it."

"Did you miss the empty three car garage we parked in somehow? No one will see it. Especially not if we go get it right now, in the dark."

Munson doesn't look convinced, as his eyes flick away from Steve to his window and back. It would have been missable, the tension in Munson suddenly, except his hand is still on Steve's chest and he feels the twitch of it as Munson seems to steel himself against his own thoughts and- oh.

Munson's entire life has been upended and it's just now coming up on the 24-hour mark. It was just last night that he watched Chrissy die. God, Steve's an idiot. Of course, he doesn't want to go on a midnight adventure to retrieve his van. He probably just wants to try and get some sleep.

Steve brings one of his own hands up to cover Munson's, and aims for reassuring and calm as he says, "Hey. Yeah, it can wait. We got more important things to do tonight."

That brings Munson's eyes back to his face, when they had previously been staring at Steve's hand covering Munson's own. Steve can see some of the old fight and fire back in Munson's eyes. It makes him look less like a traumatized man and more like the person he was when Steve was in school with him, ranting on cafeteria tables and unafraid of anything.

It makes Steve want to kiss him.

He pulls away before he acts on that urge and moves to his dresser. "I'll just get changed and then we can get cozy."

"What side do you normally sleep on? Or, do you have a favorite pillow I shouldn't use?" Eddie asks once Steve's retrieved his own pair of sweats and turned back around. Eddie is eyeing the bed but turns his gaze to Steve while he waits for an answer.

"Uh, no favorite pillow. Just, pick whatever. I'll be right back. Gotta brush my teeth," Steve dips out the room and down the hall to the bathroom.

He's not in the bathroom long. Brushes his teeth and changes, throwing the day’s clothes into the pile he made by the door earlier. He realizes he didn't bring a t-shirt and debates putting the polo back on but decides he doesn't need it. He can sleep without a shirt, it's not like Munson's never seen a guy without a shirt on.

“Okay, so I’ve got more blankets in the-” Steve starts to say as he enter his room, cutting himself off as he loses his train of thought. Munson has not stripped the bed, as Steve thought he would, but instead has crawled into it.

He’s on the far side of the bed, laying on his back, but his face is turned towards the door when Steve enters. He’s under the covers, his own shirt removed if the bare arms and shoulders he can see are any indication. His eyes are closed, so he doesn’t see that Steve is staring at him.

It occures to Steve only now that Munson might have misunderstood where Steve meant for them to sleep.

“Are you going to actually get in the bed, or stare all night?” Munson grumbles without opening his eyes.

Steve should probably clear up the misunderstanding. He should.

Except that he doesn’t feel bad about not doing it. There’s no churning in his gut that says this is a bad idea. Munson seems alright with sharing a bed, and Steve’s slept in the same bed with friends before.

Steve flicks off the light and crosses the room, crawling into his bed and settling on his back, mirroring Munson.

It’ll be fine.

It’s about fifteen minutes of what feels like awkward silence when Munson rolls over in the dark, and Steve does his best to not move. He's probably just rolling in his sleep. It’s been long enough to fall asleep, right? And Munson’s probably exhausted.

Fingers brush his side and goosebumps break out in their wake. Those fingers retreat, and Steve thinks perhaps it was an accident, Munson reaching for something in his sleep that isn't there. But then, the fingers return, press more firmly to his side, sliding along the waistband of his sweats. He feels his muscles spasm beneath Munson's hand and he doesn't know if he wants to pull away or push into it.

"Eddie?" he whispers into the darkness.

"Is this- do you not want...?" Munson whispers back, trailing off his question. He doesn't move his hand away but he does halt its movement.

Does Steve want? Yes, of course he does. He's been simmering on just this side of horny since Munson manhandled him into the wall of the boathouse, bottle to his neck notwithstanding. However, Munson's had a shit 24 hours and needs decent sleep, not Steve being a horndog.

Although.

Steve knows a good orgasm can help with falling asleep. And if Munson is wound up, he's more than willing to help.

He's been silent too long, it seems, because Munson's hand starts to retreat.

"No, no, I do want," Steve breathes out in a rush, bringing his far hand to land atop Munson's -Eddie's- hand, because if he’s going to get off with him, he’s no longer going to be just ‘Munson’ in Steve’s mind. Steve placing his hand on Eddie’s does halt Eddie, so Steve trails his fingertips up Eddie's arm to his elbow and back down to his hand. "But, do you? It's been a long day for you, I think, and we can just sleep."

Eddie let's out a harsh breath, "I'm in thee Steve Harrington's bed and the only thing that's going to be happening is sleep?"

Steve doesn't know what to say to that. Doesn't get why Eddie said his name like that or what he means. Is he being sarcastic? Is he teasing? "I mean, yeah. Beds are for sleeping."

"Do you want this or not?" Eddie asks, slipping a couple fingers beneath his waistband.

Yes, Steve thinks, but you do? His stomach clenches, not really nausea but certainly not the good feeling of the Just Knowing he's gotten used to. He grabs onto Eddie's hand, lifting it from his body and shifting it so they're palm to palm. Steve links his fingers with Eddie's but he doesn't fully return the grip. He hears Eddie's soft gasp as he scoots closer, rolling over and propping himself up at the last moment, taking the hand intertwined with Eddie's as he goes, pressing that hand into the pillow near Eddie's head so that Steve is somewhat hovering over him now. The light is dim but it's enough that Steve can see Eddie's face, see that his eyes are open and wide. "Do you want this?"

He watches as Eddie's brow furrows, like Steve's asked a complex question and not for simple consent. "I- isn't this what you wanted?"

"What?"

"You!" Eddie basically shouts, and if Steve didn't currently have one of Eddie's hands pinned to the bed and the other trapped between their bodies, he's certain Eddie would have thrown them in the air. "You've been, like, super suggestive all fucking night, dude, and I thought- it seemed like you were implying a certain way you'd like to end the night! I... Did I get the wrong read here?"

Steve's a little embarrassed that he's been this obvious. He did try to keep his attraction under wraps, if only to not make Eddie uncomfortable. But he doesn't seem uncomfortable about realizing Steve's little crush on him. And he reached out first. "Yes. Or, no, you didn't read this, me, wrong, but I wasn’t trying to- it's late and you just learned monsters exists, so we can-"

"Great. You want, I want, can we get on with it? You said there were plenty of ways to distract from the horrors. So, distract me, or whatever," Eddie huffs and Steve feels him half roll towards him, hooking a leg over Steve's before falling back to the mattress, a move which pulls Steve closer, his leg slotting in between Eddie's, who now rolls his hips to rub against his leg.

A grin spreads across Steve's face slowly. "Oh, I can distract." He shifts, clasping tighter at the hand already holding Eddie's, gets his leg into a better position for Eddie to roll his hips against and leans down to nose at Eddie's neck, drags his lips along its wake. He's pleased by the soft sigh Eddie lets out, head falling to the side to allow Steve more access. His hair, wild and curly, is in the way, so Steve places his weight on his elbow and uses his free hand to sweep the hair away before dropping a kiss on his shoulder, then another further up, and another. "You okay with biting?"

"Fuck, yeah," Eddie hisses out and Steve grins against his neck, placing a few more kisses there before opening his mouth to nip playfully. Never fully biting down, not in the way Eddie seems to want if the hand that's freed itself from between them and found purchase on the back of his head, trying to push Steve closer is any indication. But that's not what Steve meant by biting; he's more a 'little love nips' kind of man, soothing them quickly with kisses and licks.

"I thought you were going to bite," Eddie groans, sounding annoyed even as he rolls his hips against Steve's thigh.

"I am biting," Steve ends the sentence by nibbling up and down Eddie's neck quickly, which earns him an honest to God giggle from Eddie, who frees his hand from Steve's grasp to shove it into Steve's face, pushing him up and away from his neck. Muffled by Eddie's palm now, Steve adds, "what, too much?"

"Jesus Christ, you are the biggest dork on the planet," Eddie mutters but from between Eddie's spread fingers, Steve can see he looks almost fond. "is this how you treat everyone you bring to bed?"

"Hmm, no," Steve mumbles into the palm still in his face before pressing a kiss there, "just the ticklish ones."

"I am not ticklish!" Eddie squawks indignantly, dropping the hand from Steve's face down to Steve's shoulder. "It just felt weird."

"Pretty sure weird feelings that make you laugh means you're ticklish."

"Yeah, well, you promised biting. Not... whatever the fuck that was," Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Just getting a nibble," Steve grins down at him before grinding his leg against Eddie's cock. God, the feel of him. Steve wants to touch him so bad suddenly. The desire to feel the weight of him in his hand, the velvety feeling along his palm, how his cock might feel in Steve's mouth, how a different a dick not his own in his hand might feel, all of it hits Steve hard.

“Jesus Christ, you’re such a dork,” Eddie says, in a tone of breathless disbelief. Steve thinks the two, the breathlessness and the disbelief, are seperate from each other but he has no real way of knowing. “Have you always been a dork? Does this work for you?”

“It’s working on you right now isn’t it?” Steve lowers his head to whisper the words into Eddie’s ear, “you still want me to touch your dick, right?”

Eddie’s silence is enough to tell Steve that he’s right.

He turns his face into Eddie’s neck and presses his lips to the skin there once more. He drags his lips down to where neck and shoulder meet, pressing a kiss there and trailing them a bit across his shoulder before he finally bites down, pulling a pleased sounding his from Eddie then.

“Can I leave a mark?” Steve asks. He wants to, the possessive part of him wanting to leave a large hickey on Eddie’s neck for people to see and question. Nevermind that the only people who will be seeing him for an unknown amount of time is pretty limited.

“No,” Eddie is quick to say. Steve tries not to let it sting. It makes sense, after all. How would they explain the hickey when the only person Eddie’s been around is Steve? And no matter how much Steve trusts everyone, he still hasn’t come out to them. He wants to do it on his terms, and not because they put two and two together.

Also, Eddie definitely gets a say in whether or not anyone knows about him.

“Well,” Eddie adds, softer than his ‘no’ was, “I guess if it’s somewhere it’ll be hidden by clothing that’s fine.”

That sounds like a good compromise. “Good to know.”

Eddie’s snorted half-laugh turns into a groan as Steve’s hand, which he’d been slowly moving closer to Eddie’s dick, finally makes contact, rubbing teasingly through the boxers for just a moment. Steve adjusts his weight to get more space between his thigh and where he’s trying to slide his hand beneath Eddie’s boxers, tipping his head to look down between their bodies.

Turns out holding someone else’s dick in his hand does feel different. Everything he thought Eddie’s dick would feel like in his hand is true, though; the velvety skin, the weight of it, the warmth. The length is a pleasant surprise. Steve’s not going to whip his own dick out to measure right now, because he wants to focus on making Eddie feel good, but he would place good money on Eddie’s dick being a bit longer than his own.

Steve hopes that this isn’t a one-night, distract-from-the-horrors-only thing, because he really wants to have this dick inside him at some point. Despite the fact that all of Steve’s sexual experience has been woman, he’s experimented. He likes a dildo up the ass, so he thinks he’ll really like Eddie’s dick there.

“Fuck,” Eddie curses, reminding Steve that more than just Eddie’s dick is here in bed with him. A bit embarrassing to have forgotten the rest of the guy. “You’re quite a good distraction.”

Steve looks back up to Eddie’s face and gives a smirk. “I’m just getting started babe.”

[bcbdrums]

for the otp asks 9, 18 and 30 for soma? and spiritstein if you want

oooh... heheh, i'll answer for both, yes.

9. If they got engaged… who proposed? 

For Soul and Maka, Soul proposed. Only cuz he beat Maka to it. She was nervous, going back and forth on whether or not she should, worried he'd say no for a variety of reasons, and while she was busy warring against nerves he banished his own and took her hands over the first place they spilled blood together, their first battleground... Told her he wanted to protect her forever as more than her weapon... Aaaaaaahhhhh FEELS!!! Meanwhile for Stein and Spirit... Uh... I think I answered this in a prior ask answer already but I'll answer again. Spirit, 100% because Stein is indifferent regarding conventions. Spirit meanwhile is just as anxious and back and forth as Maka (lol) but would finally blurt it out probably under pressure and then absolutely lose it bawling because Stein would just be like, whatever. But in a 'whatever you want' way, not a rejection. Stein just doesn't think about those sorts of conventions. It's Sherlock Holmes and the solar system, for him.

18. Evening rituals?

I probably don't understand this question, but here we go. My mind is jumping straight to anime canon for Soul and Maka. Maka sticks to strict bedtime routines. Goes to bed at the same time each night, brushes her teeth exactly two minutes (she and Kid vibe hard at times), fixes her hair, and then reads herself to sleep or has a timer in case she isn't sleepy. Gotta get those eight hours in before school! Soul meanwhile....has no routine. He remembers to brush his teeth only because Maka's routine is so annoying to him. The dude falls into bed annoyed that she's so strict cuz he'd like to hang out with her a bit outside of school. So gradually, gradually... He convinces her to loosen up, and then they have weekly movie nights on the sofa. And afterward (and every night) her sweet little "good night, Soul" absolutely sends him. Poor boy can't sleep cuz he's pining so much. But these movie nights also lead to book nights. Which he complains all the way through cuz he's genuinely not interested in most of her books. And then when he is interested in some, he has to keep up the act that he isn't... Heheh. These two just spending nights in bickering like an old married couple. That's the routine. And if they ever happen to fall asleep during the movie and her head falls on his shoulder, he ain't waking her. She'd wake up tho when his drool hits her cheek, loool. For Stein and Spirit my brain is jumping all over the place... Academy days I have too many thoughts, so I don't think I should go there in this post (it'll be WAY too long). So, future them... A future where they're together. They're both so used to being alone that they would initially continue their typical routines, some of which look like the academy days. They do their own thing, follow their own interests. Spirit has a drink perhaps, goes to bed when he feels like it, reads himself to sleep (like Maka haha). Stein stays up studying something with no conception of time, falls asleep over the book or not at all. But eventually something, some triggering incident of which I'm not presently conceiving would lead them to end up sleeping on the sofa together. The personal routines wouldn't change, but then on nights when either decided they didn't want to be alone, they'd just linger in the other's presence as a sort of nonverbal cue, and sofa time would become a thing. And then I think Spirit...now at this point with the understanding that they're together, that this is real and isn't going to be lost again, would be the one to say either if he wants it or if he sees Stein in a place of needing it....would say, "hey, uhh why don't you come sleep in my room tonight?" Poor nervous sop. And then after that, that would just be a thing. One night Stein would announce amid the usual nighttime quiet, "I'm going to bed. You coming?" So it would vary between nights. And eventually reach a place of...it doesn't need to be spoken. They can exist in their quiet personal routines of study and reading and if one decides it's sleep time, they know the other will eventually follow.

30. When did they realize they loved each other?

(manga mentions/spoilers coming for those who don't want spoilers) Soul... He was definitely deeply attracted to her by the time they were in Spartoi, but I think he was attracted to her all along. Just by then it was deeper and then it was just sort of an... "oh" moment for him somewhere before the end... I wanna say he knew before Russia, but was able to focus on his feelings more after Russia. He had other stuff he was dealing with too that had priority. But yeah, like "oh, these feelings are love, but, of course I love her." So yeah just...like that. And then with Maka, I think she was also attracted to him from the very beginning and was interested in romance before he was. And I think...after he became a death scythe is when it really hit her like....everything in the world has reached a new level of seriousness, and my feelings are serious too. However, being a teenager, she didn't know what yet to do with those feelings. And here now we have the contrasting pair who didn't figure themselves out in their youth.... This bit is gonna be longer now, haha. Spirit has always loved Stein but the way he loves him has changed over time. Just like Soul and Maka, they started as partners which means a trust in the other for their lives. But, realizing he loves loves him... I don't think it was until long after he lost him. Probably in those years when he was most alone, absent wife, young daughter to raise...he suddenly realized how much he missed his real partner. But then thinking he's long past any hope of fixing that he doesn't engage his heart toward him. So a two-fold realizing... This, and then post-canon. If he can be brave enough to allow himself to open his heart up again to the possibility... He already knows how he feels. The issue is he doesn't think he has a chance at happiness anymore. Aaaaand Stein. Unhealthy obsession and confusion which I won't detail here because it will really take too long (ask me if you want me to elaborate on his feelings and how they changed over time), but he felt it when they were still teenagers, somewhere in the midst of fearing losing Spirit and actually losing him he'd start to be understanding that this is one of his feelings, but then he...accepts the loss. He doesn't think he has any other choice. The sad thing is with him it's a bit different... He accepts the loss, but his feelings only grow stronger over time. His heart is never closed in fear once he understands, like Spirit's is. His heart remains open despite thinking there's no chance of coming together. Stein would do anything...anything to show Spirit he loves him, even though he's certain there's no chance of coming together again. Post-canon I think it's he with his open heart...after the experiences of beating madness (both canons) who would be the brave one and make the move. Aaaaaahhhh I'm getting into SO much of my headcanons and giving away hints at future fics here, so I must cease.

These were VERY fun questions to answer, thank you for the ask!

[legacyshenanigans]

Would the two tmdo anything different if they were taking a virginity?

I think I've done a post similar to this, but it was a while back now. Yes, both Marvolo and Rowan would change up their ways if they found out in the moment that someone they were about to sleep with was a virgin. I mean, it's not something they'd be used to, but yeah.

Marvolo🐍:

Marvolo: *kissing them next to his bed, before he pulls back and smirks, pushing them harshly onto his sheets, before he leans over them and slides his hand down their underwear*

Them: *nervous gasp* W-Wait!

Marvolo: *narrows his eyes in thought, and pulls alway slowly* ... Not a reaction I was expecting..You seemed very eager to come home with me...Are you alright? Do you not wish to carry on?

Them: No, I do, I do.. It's just, I...I'm a virgin, just so you know..

Marvolo: Ah..I see. *playful smile* Then you're definitely going to learn some things tonight *small chuckle* However.. *leans over them again and smirks once more* I'll try my best to be a little more...Gentle.

Rowan🐺:

Rowan: *groaning and grunting as he crashes into his room with them, making out heavily, starting to rip at their clothes*

Them: *nervous mewl*

Rowan: *instantly stops and looks at them a little confused* Somethin' wrong?

Them: N-No..I'm just.. I'm a virgin..Thought you should know.

Rowan: *eyes widen slightly* Heh..*clears his throat* Wow..Well erm...I definitely ain't used to this..Do ya not wanna..You know?

Them: I do, definitely. I'm just, nervous. Didn't know you were going to be so rough with me.

Rowan: I mean..Heh, I gotta warn ya, I can get a little wild, but...I'll try and be more chill *smiles*

~

[weebsinstash]

Hey, um, this post is about Allister and... his health is kind of, suddenly declining and because i know that's, upsetting, because I'm especially extremely upset after a discovery i made tonight, im gonna put a readmore down so you can scroll past if you want/need to

I've been keeping a close eye on Allister since the drooling which stopped after basically a day or two but roughly after that i came home from work a couple days later to a bed covered in vomit and i assumed it was nausea and queasiness, him getting over a bug or something and he ate too fast, and also there really wasn't anything i could do anyways, but his appetite never fully recovered. I weighed him on the 23rd and he's gained .5 pounds since then which doesn't sound like a lot but for cats it is, and especially that quickly and especially when he's actually been consistently eating less than usual

I realized tonight by palpitating his stomach or rather, not being able to properly do so, that he has become bloated, and given the sudden weight gain and decreased appetite, along with the former drooling and bowel problems, I'm. I'm unfortunately pretty positive Allister is developing organ failure like the vet initially suggested, although if it's his liver or heart, I wouldn't know without having tests run

I can't really even blame myself because I've been trying to save money as hard as I can. I've lowkey developed an eating disorder because I realized I don't actually eat often enough anymore and I've been losing weight for not getting enough calories because im either sleeping or executive dysfunction-doomscrolling foe hours to rhe point i forget to eat and then by that time it's so late at night i gotta eat sleep for dinner so i can get up to work the next day. Like my rent is going to be a few days late this month, for a second time in a row. I have rent, Allister's vet bill, and a medical bill each month, and even though I actually make enough money, one of those bills didn't go through back in november and I owe double now, so even as I make more money in the days or weeks to come, I'll still be behind until probably I receive my tax return, and now I'm scared that the new administration is going to give me less back. It's kind of a situation where I'm just barely enough behind that recovering has been really hard, and it's especially because hours are getting cut at work

I'm uh, I'm not begging for money but I wanted to tell you guys because some of you really like my sweet baby and I feel obligated to let those who have helped us out to know how he's doing, and... this isn't looking good. I really... CANT take him in at all without help from you guys, and I'm wondering if I can beg the vets to add a follow up/emergency visit to the same payment plan since this clearly involves previous issues and isn't a brand new problem. Cause. Adding to that payment plan would maybe be the only way I could treat him, and then i cant help but think, it's that just temporary and it'll come back

I just. It's rough for everyone right now. I've been still dealing with chronic pain and adjusting to my new lifestyle on top of everything going on in the world and the stress is definitely not insignificant

I don't know how long I can push not taking him in. I literally have to pay my rent first and then anything I can use would have to be forwarded through my job after a day's labor.

I remember their price to xray him and do a physically exam was typically between 100-175 but if he needs some sort of surgery, or ... he might not even have something fixable. It's like.... what's the cause of the fluid? Can we drain the fluid or is this... the end of the line? What are his chances? Is this treatable or is he just... on borrowed time until I can help....

I'm going to call them in the morning because I'm terrified but. I've also been trying to mentally prepare myself for this. Ever since the drooling incident I've been telling myself that that was a kidney failure symptom but I literally. I literally haven't had enough money to spare besides food and bills and personal care items to even have him checked out

I know I'm not a loser because I do try and I work hard and I'm good at my job and people like me when they get to know me but it just. It hurts. There's these feelings in my head if "well do you pay to try and treat him or do you euthanize him" "you are literally on a razors edge right now you might not even be able to afford treating him even with help"

I have to sleep because it's almost 1 in the morning and I have to call the vets tomorrow, if I can manage to sleep. Allister is here with me, but I can't help but feel his tummy and be reminded.... we may only have a little bit of time still left....

I really um cannot emphasize enough that this is only if you want to, but, here's my venmo if anyone wants to chip in, either foe food or my cat or... hopefully not creating my cat... I want ro have hope but.... I think he's been bloated for a little while now... hopefully he can wait to get taken in, but, it might already be a condition where there's nothing I could have done anyways... I can't do anything right now except try and cuddle him to sleep and call the vets in the morning 🥺

Part of me doesn't even want ro ask for money because who even knows if this is treatable. I'd feel like a thief if i somehow xouldnr fsd nI can always pay you guys back at a later date if that's also agreeable to you

Anyway, um... I just wanted to tell you guys... I'll be keeping a close eye on him, but financially my hands are pretty full 🥺 im sorry I don't have good news. He IS 11 after all... Maybe it's nothing I could have done anyways... The sudden weight gain and bloating just... doesn't give me a lot of hope. I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep with my little boy and try not to think of only bad scenarios

[fandomcrazy6226]

Liveblogging Dracula Daily - September 7

So Lucy's worse! I just finally got some food, and right now it's almost 11 so this is gonna be the last entry tonight. My inbox gets smaller every time I hit post!

Oh god, what should he not know? How bad has she gotten in a day? I don't think this is the situation to keep thoughts to yourself, buddy. Share the knowledge, I beg of you!

I... okay I'll be honest I don't understand the corn metaphor. Wouldn't mind getting that one explained to me.

"Knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker". That's... really smart. And also why eyewitness accounts are seen as unreliable. Exactly! Share the knowledge! Don't keep stuff to yourself!

Oh thank god, Lucy's mom is still alive. Lucy definitely doesn't need any more stuff going wrong right now. Oh, shit. That is... extremely not good. If she's that pale is she like... even alive? Or conscious?

Uh. I don't think that's how you should determine a blood transfusion. Did they know about blood types back then? *google* 1901! Just a few years late, damn.

Oh, god, Arthur really loves her so much. She's gotta get better, so they can be happy together. She's gotta. Oh, he's gonna give her his blood! That's like... where's the "list of things that are a metaphor for love". I sent that list to a friend once asking if it was satire (it included stuff like stabbing and gambling and also flower crowns) and he was like "nope that's meant to be taken seriously" and then I asked him to explain stabbing. I miss him.

I'M GETTING SIDETRACKED

At least they know to put her to sleep, I guess. Plot twist, Arthur's kiss of true love cures her and she's all better and they go home together happy and meet up with Jonathan and Mina and all live close together and nothing bad happens ever. Please? Yes? Darn

Well thank god she's at least partially restored. Can they just keep doing this until she's all better? She's trying to hide the bite wound? Is that intentionally or some kind of hypnosis?

Uh, yeah, what do you mean by that? Also all-nighters aren't that hard to manage, especially if you've got something that important to keep you awake. I mean, I've pulled all-nighters just writing or watching movies, not even on purpose. My sleep schedule during shutdown was... in a word, bad. In two words, not good.

Well. I want Lucy to get better. I am beginning to lose hope about that happening, because now that there's been a blood transfusion there's a solid possibility that the blood types aren't gonna work together. Hopefully either Arthur is O- or Lucy is AB+. I'll work out the rest of these sometime tomorrow, I'm gonna be awake in the actual morning so I can get an early start on it.

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

Back at my parents tonight, first night ìn half a month I get to actually sleep with my cats again, crackers has made his place known in my lap, and syrup on my chest, their normal spots.

Crackers does seem to be getting a cold tho, his eyes are leaking a bit, which they weren't doing 12 hours ago, so I think being in the car may have given him a cold in someway, not sure, but I will be keeping a closer eye on him and syrup, just to make sure they aren't getting sick sick. I'm moving their normal place of eating onto my dresser so the dogs can't get their food.

Like normal crackers doesn't like the litter box here, I'll be trying to get a new one soon, one he'll like and feel comfortable in.

They don't really like the cat food I have here, so I will have to change that as soon as I can 9lives they just don't like sadly.

Crackers keeps on wanting outside, but he's not gonna be heading out there since it's getting cold, and it's warm inside, so I don't really want that shock to his system. I want to start harness training them soon. I know I won't have much issues with syrup, if any at all. But crackers will be harder

When we got syrup, I was told she had her shots already, but she was so small, there was no way she did. So I'm going to start to save to have the chipped, and get their shots. I'm thinking about getting crackers fixed, but I might hold off on that untill he starts to spray. If he doesn't spray I think I'm going to just let him be, but untill then, I just gotta keep on watching the two. I don't mind caring for more kittens, and that sort of thing, and I already watch over the two like a hawk, so I wouldn't care all too much if syrup had kittens in the future, but, I'm thinking about it a little, I know I should get them fixed, but I'm not sure if I'm going to just yet.

I need to trim their claws a little, but I have no real clue how to do that, all I know, is syrup keeps accidently getting stuck, and Cracker isn't sure how to retract his claws, so investing in a scratching post or trimming their claws just a little might be something I need to do soon aswell.

Bur, all in all, right now, I need to focus a little more on them, and that's cat updates

[pwblogarchive]

May 2004

May 5, 2004

“nothing more terrifying than watching two vicious dogs duke it out”

i went to a website called jobpredictor.com and got this:

joseph mark trohman, Your ideal job is a Fluffy Bunny Trainer.

im ok with that.

May 6, 2004

Found myself at the armor/midtown show, if you weren't there you missed out. Found myself out in front of your house listening to the biggest record of this summer in my headphones. God I wish I was inside laughiing with you.

Its funny how some bands never let you down, it's funny how some girls always do.

May 7, 2004

“we're spinning out but all I can think of is you…”

We wrote a song yesterday about our van accident and all. Tonight at the throwdown show it was cool to see all of the kids wearing fob gear. Its good to know you got good taste in music. Ill write more later.

Get down with the sickness.

May 7, 2004

ahhh. i am sleepy. just got up. gonna go to the throwdown show tonight. just ordered a bunch of merch for our headline tour. it looks pretty rad. tommorrow is the photoshoot for the ap cover. i'm nervous. i realize i only really post in here when i have pictures to post. i'll try to be better. sorry the pictures are always so big. i don't know how to do it right (more than juts pictures trust me). email me if you can help: clanindustries@aol.com

got a new tattoo of the Clandestine Bartskull on my stomach- sorry i had to take down the pictures they were taking up too much room. as soon as i figure it out i will get some back up.

"say yes say yes say yes say yes"

- petey

May 10, 2004

theres this fly buzzing it's business around my apartment. im way too lazy to try to swat at it. plus its extremely fast and doesn't fly near me enough. but its loud and i hate it. boo.

May 14, 2004

“were gonna die like this you know, miserable and oh, I really gotta hand it to you... I really gotta hand it to you”

So the last three days have been pretty crazy. No sleep ever. All of our reallly good friends are with us. Thank you for coming out early and hanging out with us. These shows are insane. Seeing blink up there is really crazy. They have been super nice to us. We didn't know what to expect. Though we go into some trouble for the craziness that happened during our set in columbus. It didn't seem all that crazy to me but ah I guess that is how someplace so corporate works. I am excited for the next couple of shows. Got to hear some of the new tbs. It is amazing. See you soon.

I guess you are wondering if I write about you in here or why or whatever questions you ask to make yourself look cute (andyouare). You don't know how much I'd love to name names. Sometimes it gets me through the day just knowing you are gonna read this. Please dont/just give up on me. My insides have just become a joke and I'm just dying for you to laugh. Hotel life is kind of getting to me right now and all those days I spent complaining about lying/dying in your blankets, I want to take them all back. I never meant any of it.

Okay I only meant it half the time.

Peter

May 17, 2004

ahhh. back from the blink tour. had a blast. thanks for the zillions of emails about the pictures. you guys are amazing. i think i've got it figured out and will do my best to get up a pic of hey chris eating a banana creampie out of drews ass. ill write more later.

- petey

May 18, 2004

“i know you didn't mean it”

and as fast as it all started it all stopped [understand this is all over]. we're standing here talking and every blade of grass comes into focus. but not slowly more like a dam giving way all at once. betrayal isn't the right word, its just the first one that comes to mind. you never really know the weight of your words until you hit someone with them. sometimes a drive home becomes the longest drive. none of us could talk. nothing anyone could say could fix this [whyisthishittingmesofuckinghard]. i just want you to know, i'd fix this in a heartbeat. say the word.

May 22, 2004

“itstoughtimesfordreamers”

And as soon as the words pass your lips and fingers you knew they were all wrong to say and even wronger to think its all okay. You take a breath and try to be okay being stuck with yourself. you can't stay out of my dreams. Sometimes, its a whole lot better I am never around. Or sometimes its better that i don't ever say what I mean. It tenses up my shoulders when I think about you breathing and smiling. Tour is fun with my friends. It keeps me from thinking about things that I never should have thought of in the first place. I know that doesn't make much sense. I feel like love actually.

May 23, 2004

Status report: played at some schools definitely a very different experience. Got to meet a lot of new kids. Highlight: kindergardeners ask way better questions than any interview. Instore: just wanted to give kids around us a free show. I think it worked out okay. HFS: 11 hour drive ends up taking 16 or 17 hours. No sleep. Definitely over 90 degrees. The set was a blast. Lots more kids sang with us than we expected. Namedrop: got to hang with tbs, new found, stars hide fire, and hazen st. - the bands were amazing. I think jayz definitely had everyone beat though. He is the biggest thing on the fucking planet. Slept at the hotel. Back home to work on some demos. Total fan moment: Saw robert smith in the elevator.

I could definitely die happy today. I am only writing this so you can read that you are my favorite person on the planet.

- petey

May 24, 2004

“I'd say i was sorry if you'd be willing to believe one more lie”

Hfs was amazing. Good hangouts. My cellphone wouldn't work in the crowd so the love was off for the day. I'm sorry darlings. Stood next to robert smith - it felt good to remember how it is to be a shakey suttering fan. I'm saying all the wrong things at all the wrong times. I thought it would make me feel better but it makes me feel so much sicker in my stomach. I had to cut my hair it was hot and stupid looking. It will be back by tour - it grows fast and I will do something new with it.

You damaged me way back when it mattered when I was just a blueprint (for disaster) and now I've been built with structural damage.

May 26, 2004

“Its a comfort always looking up and seeing the same three numbers in metal above the door.”

The wind is blowing off the lake just for me. These are my streets they just borrow them during the day. I thought today about what an odd pairing me and my bestfriend are. He is this little guy in glasses. We can finish eachothers sentences but spend most of our time arguing instead. But we have plots and plans the world hasn't figured on. We have demoed 7 new songs. The best stuff we have ever written. Sorry this is so jumbled and chaotic. Someone asked if these stories are real. I don't write fiction. Its just not worth it. Youreyesgiveyouawayworsethanyourmoutheverwill

P

May 30, 2004

“thingsgetsomuchworsewhenyourenotaround”

thank you for the scrapbooks/harry potter stuff and for showing up so we didn't feel so weird on the airwaves. stopped by the audition/astallaslions show tonight for some old friends. audition sounded good. our scene is doing great and i hope to hook some more bands up- we finished 7 demos- some stuff that won't suprise you and some stuff that definitely will. theres a song where me and patrick trade off lines- the lyrics are probably some of the ones that hit closest to home that i've ever written- definitley some cards i have never played. i just bought the flight of the navigator on dvd it comes out on june 1. i need to make more time for friends and less for feeling pressured. you asked what i listen to: the academy, june, give up the ghost, with honor, the cure, HIM, nightmare of you, sex positions, gym class heroes, more i guess i can't think now.

tell me you like boys like me better in the dark lying on top of you.

peterpanrabbitpiperpumkineater

tell this kid what a cool motherfucker he is

May 31, 2004

“the world is going to hell tonight but that's okay cause this ticket is good for two.”

Feeling alright. Long weekend. My life is a weekend. Getting things ready to leave for tour. Making promises and "ill miss you"s. Going to barbicue with old friends tonight. Then I'm gonna go do some vocals on the new rise against record. The record sounds amazing and congratutlations on the new baby tim. Don't be suprised if you see us playing a chicago show together in the future.

P

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Neither Alive Nor Dead -Pedri González

Song Inspo: Ni Vivo Ni Muerto - Lasso ft. Micro TDH Warnings: Full Angst

Summary: You decide when enough is enough

It's been a whole month and two weeks since you've had a proper sleep, since you have left your house to go out. A whole month and two weeks since Pedri ended your relationship... Well, it wasn't even a serious relationship if you can call it that way. It was more of an affair.

A Friends with Benefits thing.

At the beggining you settled up that there were not romantic feelings involved just trying to get stress and some tension out. Definitely between the two of you had physical atraction.

But you fucked it up.

It was the way he stopped his agressive thrusts to take care of you, asking you if were feeling good. It was the way, he let you sleep on his chest after a passionate moment.

It was the way he started sleeping with you and started spooning you before you both fell asleep. It was the way his eyes light up when you made breakfast or the way when he tried to made you a little meal. It was the little notes he left for you. The smiles he sent you. The random hugs. The way he made you laugh.

You couldn't just have not fallen for him. It was impossible.

But the worst part is that you thought he felt the same way.

After a random night where you both were out of the shower, both of you started dressing up and he let himself fall down on the bed while you looked at him with a fond smile

"What's up?"

You sighed "I love you" You let out as Pedri's smile faded as quickly as it came to his face

"¿Cómo?" (What?) He asked in disbelief inmediately sitting up in the bed, looking at you wide eyed "You what?"

You were shaking with nerves, the tension in the aire shifted from cute, goofy and lovely to tensed and heavy in miliseconds.

"I love you" You repeated this time letting a strong and heavy sigh out

And silence took up on the room for a long while.

"Pedri" You began

"I... Lo siento" He shoook his head "I gotta go"

And with that he started picking up his things

"Pedri, you don't have to-"

"Nos vemos luego, Y/N" He had said walking out of your house and out of your life as well.

You tried to text him, call him and contacted him in any way possible, he just left you on read.

And that's how it's been. Until your best friend came in and threw you a dark blue dress

"Shower. Get changed. Put on some makeup. Put yourself pretty. We're going out tonight"

"Ali-" You began

"I said we're going out tonight. I didn't ask nor hesistated. Do it before I do it by myself, I don't care if I have to shower with you, dress with you, do both of our hairs and make up. I'll do it but you are going out tonight and have a good time. Go!"

You huffed rolling your eyes but still decided to get up and do what she asked

You tried your best, you tried to enjoy your night out, posted a hundred of pics pretending to be happy on Instagram in hopes he saw them and reached out to you but he didn't. You wanted his attention, you didn't wanted to be just another girl.

But it seemed like you were.

Now, it was the fifth time you had gone out with your girls and you still thought of him. You huffed once more, you were tired, random hook ups weren't doing you good seeing as you always thought on the nights were he was with you.

You were honestly getting tired of it, tired of him, of thinking of him while partying, you were tired of calling him, he had you on his knees and he didn't care if you were neither alive nor death. You forgot how to cry, you forgot how to love yourself but it didn't mattered, you only wanted him.

It has been three months now, your progress was slowly getting better you still remembered him sometimes when you were giving your dog food, you remembered him sometimes when you watch a football match but the ache in your chest was getting better.

Almost non-existent.

You only nodded whenever your girls told you they saw him on the market, on the streets and some more and replied a little "Good for him"

You were your first priority, you were realizing that. You deserved better, you were learning to love yourself once more and this time with more force than ever.

Five months since he left you had stopped watching his IG stories, you stopped calling him, texting him, you deleted pictures with him of your phone, his messages were deleted. You forgot how much you missed him, you forgot you loved him, it was your turn to not care for anyone but yourself

You were out with your friends at a restaurant, you had defended your thesis and everything went perfectly and even more than you could ever imagined it. You were proud of yourself for making it this far, remembered all the sleepless nights and the cries when something could go wrong. All the times you used to doubt your capacity to finish it but you did it in less than three months you were officially going to be a surgeon.

The hospital you did your internship with, loved you and your work and they were fully waiting for you to get your degree and be officially one of them.

Everything was going perfect for you.

You felt your phone ding and you laughing looked for it only to freeze when you saw the name on it.

Pedro González: Hola Pedro González: I know it's been a few months since we talked but I just wanted to tell you that you look very beautiful tonight

Your eyes scanned uncounsciously the crowd only to find him sat at a table that was diagonal to yours. You locked eyes with him and saw him wave a bit, you only sent a tight lipped smile at him and left your phone back on the table, trying to keep up with the conversation the guys had on when your phone dinged once more

Pedro González: Can we talk?

"What's up babe?" Your best friend, Allison asked you as you looked at her

"Pedro is messaging me"

"Asshole" You laughed a little nodding

"He wants to talk, what should I say to him?"

"Well, you can see what he's up to? I don't know I mean.... I would say no because I wouldn't want to hear any kind of excuses but at the same time I would say yes, to let him know you don't care anymore for him and put that an endline" You looked at her impressed

"You should've gone for Phsycology instead of Law" She hit your arm lightly

"Tonta" You laughed

"So... Yes?" You asked and she shrugged her shoulders

"Do what you want, baby" She smiled "I trust you have all the power to tell him off, if that's what you want. But if you also want him back, it's up to you. Or if you just want to be on good terms, that's also good" You nod "Just scream if you need some help. I'll take the glass and smash it against his head" You laughed out loud

You loved her and you were thankfull of having her by your side ever since high school

And with that you sent a single text 'Okay. Where and when?'

Pedro González: It's okay the terrace in five minutes?

You sent the thumbs up emoji and left your phone on the table, laughing at something Kenneth, one of your collegues and friend had said, you also watched how Camila, his girlfriend stained his white button up shirt without meaning to with her meat

"No, genial" He had murmured

"¡Mi amor, lo siento tanto!" She said making you guys laugh lightly. Only those things happen to the poor Kenneth, from the corner of your eye you saw Pedri standing up from his table, you looked at him and he nodded lightly at you.

You got the message.

"I'll be in the bathrooom really quick, guys" You announced standing up as well, you felt an arm wrap around your waist and you smiled

"Don't take too long, ¿sí?" You smiled nodding

"You won't die without my presence for a few minutes"

"I could enter into a coma" You faked surprise gasping a little, leaving the table.

You made your way to the little stairs that get to the terrace watching Pedri's back as he stared at the Spaniard night

"Hola" You broke the ice with a light smile

You didn't hated him at all, you moved on and he, now, was just someone from your past you used to know. You didn't hold any kind of resentment against him.

He turned around to see you "Hola" He breathed out

"¿Qué tal todo?" (How's everything going on?) You ask walking up to be next to him, leaning on the railing watching the cars pass by and the lighted up buildings

"Good, I've been better tho" He mumbled the last part "You?"

"I'm great, really great actually" You said excited with a smile on

"I'm glad you are" He said looking at you as you looked back at him

"Thanks. I hope everything gets better for you tho" You say trying to reassure him as he nodded lightly "So... What you wanted to talk about?" You ask

"I'm just sorry about how everything turned out" You sighed lightly "I shouldn't have left that night, I should've stayed and I should've also replied to all of your calls and messages, I shouldn't have ghosted you at all. I'm sorry and I have come to realize that I love you too"

Now that shocked you

"Pedri" You said shacking your head but he grabbed both of your hands in his

"Please, hear me out. I know what I did was wrong and awful but I regret it, I missed you more and more each time, everytime I was with another girl all I could imagine was you, they weren't like you, I realized it too late. And I'm an idiot for letting you go away but if you still want, we can give this a chance? Give me another chance? I swear I'll do better, I'll be the man you need"

"Pedri, stop" You shook your head

"I know I hurt you and I'm fucking sorry for it, you didn't deserved it and you deserve someone better but I can be better for you. We're at your terms, we can go at any pace you want"

"Pedri, I'm sorry" You shook your head "I can't"

"Please, I'll be better, I'll be someone worthy of you and your love, I can be your someone, please let's just-"

"You can't be worthy of me nor my love, Pedro" You said with determination on your voice shaking your head "I'm sorry but I can't give you what you want because I don't want you anymore" You said

"I felt so horrible, so awful during all of that time and you didn't batted a single eye for me, why should I give you something you didn't give to me in the first place? I was so in love with you it was heartbreaking" You pulled your hands away from his and crossed them in front of your chest

"I was always thinking of you, I always wanted you to call, text or tell me a sign we could be something. I started thinking I was a planet and you were the sun because it seemed like my existence was fully around you and that's sick" You said "In the process of loving you I started unloving myself and that's not something I can't let myself go for again, I crossed the line and I'm not planning on crossing it again"

"I'm sorry" Pedri said shaking his head, tears polling at his eyes

"Don't cry" You assured him "It doesn't hurt anymore" He looked away from you

"Please" He breathed out

"I don't think it's good for us to stay in contact right now, you need to heal as well and find yourself once more"

"Y/N" You smiled at him hugging him a bit

"Take care of yourself, please. Maybe we can be friends in a future, you'll always be someone who I gave a piece of my heart to, either good or bad and I'll always love you, not in a certain kind of way but in a thank you and I hope the best for you way" You smiled left a kiss on his cheek "We are in peace, Pepi" You called him like you always used to with a smile "Gotta go" And with that you left the terrace with the feeling of this heavy weight leaving your shoulders

You came back and the guys were picking their stuffs up

"What's up?"

"We wanted to go around the park, Kenneth vió que harán un pequeño festejo de fuegos artificiales" Juan Camilo, your two months boyfriend said "Don't worry, I asked for your dessert to be wrapped to go"

"Thank you" You replied softly to him watching him grab your coat and help you put it on, he smiled at you pulling you into him by the waist and kiss you on your lips

You smiled leaning into him when you saw Pedri come back from the terrace, his eyes on you and your boyfriend, he only nodded with a tight smile, meanwhile the guys paid the bill, he walked over to you

"Congratulations, hombre" Pedri said to Juan Camilo "You have gotten the most perfect girl in the world" He looked at you with sad eyes "Do me a favor, love her everyday and don't hurt her. She deserves the best things in life"

"Will do, mate" Pedri nodded

"Hopefully see you soon, platanito" He smiled at you "Wish you the best"

And with that Pedri left you guys alone. You smiled knowing you just closed a chapter in a good way, you may not go back again with him but you could be happy for you and for him too.

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@gaviypedrisbride

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hello, hello, my lovely readers! I'm back tonight to get the last three fandom prompts I had done up out and up! After this, I'll probably try to get one to two posts done up out of the ten ask-box requests by Thursday at the latest! So, kicking off tonight with another new fandom to this blog, the silly and fun Blush Blush! If you have Steam and haven't played it, I definitely strongly recommend it as a fun and addictive time-waster! This prompt and the next three will be based off this prompt here and I hope you'll all enjoy!

Put any character in my ask and I’ll try to find a song in my music that I think goes with them.

Nimh – Nimh is my first Blush Blush love. He’s sweet and soft and just the most comforting feeling character to me and I always associate just that lazy, comfortable, happy feeling of Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds with him.

Volks – Both for the general tone of the music and the obvious connection to his wolfish form, I had to go with Full Moon by A.R. Rahman. There’s some broodiness to the harmony, it’s a little slow to suit a boy who’s slow to warm up to people, but it’s got this underlying sweetness that you really see in Volks as you go through his route.

Kelby – Kelby’s an active guy and I see him listening to music during gym workouts or while out jogging, just things to get him pumped up. I really feel like Lethal Bizzle’s I Win is a go-to for him so it’s a song I associate with him!

Eli – Gay Bar by Electric Six, most definitely. It’s silly and fun and honestly, Eli would be the star of any bar he walked into, gay or not!

Anon – It’s funny because he definitely is not the lots of movement type but I always kind of hum I Like to Move It from Madagascar whenever I’m focusing on completing him in game. It’s the lemurs, man, the lemurs!

Garrett – I can’t quite explain it, it’s just the way the song affects me. But Home – A House on the Hill from the Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood OST always feels like a warm hug and sunshine and comfort to me. And Garrett is all of those things and, as a bonus, we all know he gives the best hugs.

Dmitri – Okay, even I can’t fully explain this one, but first immediate thought and no others could compete – it’s Smooth by Santana ft. Rob Thomas. I think the music itself suits him – smooth, spicy, with a nice Latin flair to it and I honestly think that’s how he approaches love too. Give him all your love, don’t half-ass it because he won’t accept that at all!

Ichiban – I am pretty sure, if I recall correctly, there’s even a reference to it within Ichiban’s text in game but I definitely think that he both loves and that I strongly associate him with the Caramelldansen song!

William – Again, this one is based off a response he gives when talking in game about relatives in Bel-Air! It’s definitely the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song. I have no doubts he knows all the words to it too, haha!

Myx – Okay, but I gotta pay respect to the obvious inspiration for Myx and pick something by Ninja Sex Party! Since Road Trip is my favourite of theirs, that’s the one I went with!

Stirling – With Stirling, I don’t so much associate a song with his character so much as there’s just songs I can so firmly see him skating to. Like, I listen and I imagine our fabulous vampire just twirling away on the ice in this elaborate routine and the one I do this most for (other than plain out just anything by Tchaikovsky, who I think Stirling was friends with and whose music I think he uses in his routines often) is Tchaikovsky’s The Sleeping Beauty, Op. 66: Act 1: Carabosse (The Bad Fairy).

Scale – I know he wants to be taken seriously so much, but I just can’t take Scale seriously. Like, at all…so my song choice for him couldn’t be serious either! Which is why Ninja Rap from Vanilla Ice is my go-to for him!

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love to know more about "Lightning in the Dark" from your wips :3

I just answered an ask about this one, which you can find here:

But, i didnt want to make that post too long, so I didn't add a snippet. Thus I will put one here!

Know that this one isn't NEARLY as far along as Passions, and it's really...pretty dark overall. Soooo I went ahead and found the least grim of the scenes I have jotted down right now - it's a long scene and it's still kinda angsty-bittersweet, but it ends on a happy note:

...Griffith heard familiar footsteps approach, breaking him from his thoughts. He knew they were Guts', but the cadence was wrong somehow.

The distant sound of rain pelting against the tents outside grew more intense as the storm settled in over their heads, and settled a profound ache pounding into Griffith's knees with each fat drop. He wanted to groan in frustration and protest.

When Guts pushed open the tent with his foot, flicking heavy droplets inside, it took every fibre of his being not to - for Guts was, to Griffith's surprise, holding a very wet looking Casca in his arms.

"Sorry buddy, but Casca's gotta stay in here tonight." Guts voice didn't give him room to argue as he set her down on the edge of the table his sword was resting beside. "She's sick."

"I am not sick," Casca argued weakly. "If I was, you really think Dieter would let me in here?"

"Fine, you're woman sick. Better?" Her glare, softened by dark circles under her eyes, did the answering for her. "It's not like I can help it. It's not always this bad, but some times are worse than others." She swayed a bit on the edge, gripping the table with near-white knuckles to stabilise herself. "And I told you, I'll be fine on my own."

"Yeah right, last time this crap gave you a fever like that you hurled us both off a cliff, remember?" Guts jabbed. But there was no teeth in it. "Now take this. It's the same fever medicine Dieter gave me for Griff - potent stuff, that." Guts extended his hand, a brown, leaf-wrapped pill held delicately between his fingers. "Supposed to not upset the stomach as bad as willow."

"Good," Casca replied. "Cause I hate taking willow when I feel like this. It helps in the end, but," she shuddered in mock disgust. "It's hard stuff to keep down when you're already nauseous." She took the pill and a water flask from Guts, who turned then to Griffith.

"I know this isn't ideal," he said gently. "But this girl has a bad habit of knocking herself out, and I wanna keep an eye on her, 'kay?" Griffith replied with a suspicious, cautious side-eye. Guts heaved a sigh. This was gonna be a fun night.

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Casca began changing her clothes, faced away from the boys. Movement caught her eye and she turned slightly to find Guts had made up the backup mattress, sized for one person, beside Griffith's own, which was big enough for two. "Hope you don't mind sleeping on the outside wall," Guts said. "Griffith can't climb over both of us in case he needs to piss in the middle of the night. I've left a bit of space so you can navigate around us if you need to, and so you don't get wet if the wind soaks the wall." He stood up and approached her where she held her still wet shirt, the back of his hand finding the side of her neck. "Fever is still kinda hot. That medicine should kick in soon though." He stepped away for a moment, grabbing a linen cloth from the table. "You should wipe yourself down. You're covered in sweat and rain."

"That was the plan," Casca replied. She looked at the cloth for a long moment. She could feel Griffith glaring-but-not-glaring at her back, and wondered for a moment if it was a good idea - but she also felt terrible, and frankly didn't want to deal with that shit.

"Can you do my back?" She asked before she could stop herself. "It's just, I don't think I have the balance to try right now. My head is swimming." She tried, on purpose, to sound extra miserable in the hopes of catching Griffith's sympathy bone, but she dare not look to see if she had succeeded; besides, it wasn't like she needed to try hard. She really was dizzy as hell.

"Sure." Guts said non-chalantly, grabbing the wash bowl he had just finished filling and starting to work between Casca's shoulder blades.

There was a whine from their right.

"Oh hush you," Guts said, though his tone was more affectionate than patronising. "I didn't forget you." He looked over to see Griffith with a surprised and kind of embarrassed look on his face. Clearly he hadn't meant to make that noise. Guts could only smirk.

"I wipe you down like this every night, don't I?" Guts remarked cooly, trailing the cloth down Casca's back. "I won't forget to do it tonight just because Casca is here." She wasn't sure if he was trying to be reassuring or condescending, because to her it sounded like both.

"Don't patronize me." Griffith snapped.

"Then don't act like I should have to, and I won't." Guts sassed back, handing the cloth over to Casca. She took it before turning to look at Guts' face, which held an amused smirk. Griffith, on the other hand, was anything but amused.

"Come here," Guts said as he sat a bit away from the mattress on the floor, putting the second bowl he had collected from the table and cloth to the side, but keeping his legs open. "Dieter says it's good for you to move around a bit. You've been doing really good with it, but I can't pick you up all the time." Griffith glared at him for that last line. He seemed to sulk in his aggravation for a moment.

"Come on Mr. Moody, before the water gets any colder." Griffith continued to glare for a moment more, before rolling his eyes and breathing a sigh. Guts's charm had won over his annoyance -if only for today.

Griffith sighed again at the prospect before him. He had gotten used to rolling out of bed and crawling to the bedpan, but it didn't mean it wasn't painful on his knees - knees that already hurt with the weather. With one last glance at Casca, who watched their interaction with feigned disinterest, he resolved his stiff tendons to move.

It was all well and good, until his knees hit the carpet. He winced against the uncomfortable pressure against his kneecaps which quickly evolved into a stretching, pinching pain. He tried to shuffle through it, but after just a few tiny "steps" he felt his body involuntarily curling in on itself.

"Knees painful?" Guts asked, stretching out his arm for support. Griffith looked up at him for a moment before he nodded, reaching for Guts' arm. "That's okay," Guts reassured, leaning forward on his knees to tilt Griffith onto his haunches, hooking his hand under Griffith's knees and arms and pulling him into the space between Guts' legs in one smooth, practiced motion. "We gotta do your stretches anyway. Do you want to do them before or after the wash?" Griffith looked at him expectantly. Guts sighed. "After the wash. I don't even know why I ask."

Casca looked on with a mixture of fascination and apprehension. Was this what it was like when Guts was taking care of him? She had hardly been allowed in here since he woke up from his coma, so on one hand it was interesting to see what exactly Guts did. On the other hand, she really hadn't expected the...casual-ness? The coolness? Of Guts behavior. Before, she felt like he was forcing himself to be calm and cool for Griffith's sake, which was fine - but now didn't feel forced, exactly, but it did feel practiced. This entire interaction did. Which kind of surprised and simultaneously alarmed Casca for some reason. Not because it was a bad thing, exactly, but more that this wasn't a side of Guts she was used to seeing.

"Up" Guts ordered softly, and Griffith obeyed without fuss, raising his arms so Guts could remove his shirt. "Shit." Guts muttered, before he glanced toward Casca a little unsurely. "Uh, Casca, while you're there, could you grab his night shirt from that box on the table? I always seem to forget that damn thing." Casca blinked in response. "Sure," she replied.

Removing the gown from the box, she noticed how incredibly soft it was. "Is this Mueslin?" She asked incredulously.

"Yep. Dieter kept a few like that, since cotton doesnt stick the way linen does. Im not sure what purpose such a thin cloth is for the sick - it sure the hell ain't for keeping them warm," Guts replied as he took the folded cloth from her and set it on his thigh. "But Deiter says it's supposed to do something about night sweats and keeping oozy things dry, or something. Plus it's pretty easy to clean, I guess." He then turned his attention back to Griffith, who was beginning to lean on Guts' shoulder. Casca tried not to look too hard at his scars, but the only other thing to focus on was the strange burning feeling that was growing in her gut - something that resembled jealousy, she noted with surprise.

She watched, distantly transfixed, as Guts methodically wiped Griffith down, only acknowledging Casca to tell her to look away when he needed to completely undress him to clean between his thighs, a thought which had Casca grateful that neither of them could see her face.

When Guts sounded the all-clear, though, he wasn't fully done doing...implicating things. Griffith had his gown on, which not only didn't hide many things, between his semi-open thighs, but Guts had moved on to helping him stretch and massage said thighs, which was...too much, for her.

"I-I'll just...stay here...until you're all done." Casca replied, hoping her high octave voice didn't give away the fire she felt coloring her face. Guts quirked his brow at her, but chalked it up to a growing list woman-things he didn't understand.

Once there really was an all clear, and Guts had Griffith and him tucked into bed, Guts invited her over. "I put down a few extra cloths, in case you...uh, Y'know..." It was Guts' turn to be embarrassed by the implications. Nonetheless, Casca was grateful. Washing blood out of mattresses was a pain, and she sure the hell was not about to let a man do that kind of thing for her.

"Thanks," she added as she crawled under the, thankfully, big hide blanket behind Guts. It was the first time Casca really noticed he had pressed the mattresses together to make one really big one, rather than have her sleep alone. The thought made her smile as she tucked in for the night.

Guts - and Guts alone, thankfully - heard Griffith's teeth click when he felt and heard Casca shifting around behind them. Casca did, however, hear Guts reprimand him. "Be nice," Guts warned. "There's a reason I'm sleeping between you two, so please don't carve me up over it, 'kay?" A grumbled huff came from Griffith, and Casca was a little shocked by how jealous and, frankly, petulant he seemed. 'Does he really dislike me so much? Or is this all because he wants Guts to himself?' Either situation seemed likely for him at this point - besides, it only went to prove how much Guts was not kidding about Griffith being a "moody pain in his ass sometimes" - a phrase she wouldn't have believed if you'd applied it to Griffith even a year ago.

"Lets just try and get some shut-eye, ok?"

Casca felt the air lose its static as they both quieted down and their breathing synchronised. She felt the dregs of the rain pulling down her mood sharply -or maybe it was her menarchy, or the situation just now. She didn't know, but a wave of melancholy swept her into near tears on the turn of a heel, and suddenly she felt very upset about the fact, of all things, that Guts had turned his back to her in favor of holding Griffith. She knew he didn't mean anything by it - but her heart said things her mind wasn't agreeing with right now, and it stung a bit that she wasn't getting cuddled when she felt like shit.

As if sensing her distress, a hand appeared, reaching for her own - but it wasn't the hand she was expecting. No, this hand was familiarly small and scarred. She wasn't sure it was on purpose until he actively grabbed at her fingers, clutching them with what awkward coordination he had.

She wasn't sure if it was an apology or an attempt at comfort, but she took it to mean both things. She curled into Guts back and squeezed Griffith's hand slightly; she smiled when he squeezed them back.

Huzzah, the only happy scene I have written down RN. Feel free to ask about anything else, anon! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to post this draft. :)

[bullet-prooflove]

Donna's 'Burning Down The House' Prompt Playlist

It’s that time again! The Radio prompt list!

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Don't be a bitch,

Kiss me hard before you go

You know you gave me all that time, Well, did I give enough of mine?

You're giving me a million reasons to let you go

Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar

Shaping up and shipping out, Check me in and check me out

I forget just why I left you, I was insane

I don't feel a single thing

Sit around and get high, sippin' some white wine out the bottle

I got my red dress on tonight

So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover

Bring me to your house and tell me "Sorry for the mess", hey, I don't mind

Found you when your heart was broke

She spreads her lovin' all over

A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't

I throw my phone into a lake

And I just wanna see if you feel the same as me

Well, hold on, darling This body is yours

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

I should've worshiped her sooner

Four years, no calls

Talking like we used to do, It was always me and you

I got two hours before my flight

You're talking in your sleep

Worship in the bedroom

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

 cut through all his worn out leather

My lover's the sunlight

Heaven help a fool who falls in love

The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you

Do you like walking in the rain?

You look as good as the day I met you

On lockdown, like a penitentiary

Dancin' in the dark, in the pale moonlight

And meet some young ex-wife,  We'd start a brand new life

I drink too much and that's an issue, but I'm okay

Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith

This mess was yours Now your mess is mine

When you think of love, do you think of pain?

You're the reason that I feel so strong, The reason that I'm hanging on

hanging by a thread but you gotta survive

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you

Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere

[febreze-bottle-without-febreze]

Ten Lines game♡

thanks for tagging me @konnorhasapen The rules are to post the first line of ten of your most recent fics and then tag ten people, but I'm pretty sure the people I usually tag have did this all already did this so I'll just tag a few @ezshifts @star-sheeps @annahhopee @soup-scope @gavinshorns @friendly-waffles sorry if you already been tagged

I hope the fics don't have to be finished because most of these aren't also don't mind the self promotion

GHOSTBUSTING{with the wolf boys}

“as much as I love staring into all of your eyes I think we should discuss why we're all here,” Asher said clapping his hands together

☆Popsicle☆

“hey Asher~” Tank sang wall biting into the popsicle which Milo cringed at “OH- h-Ey TaNk t-that's uh my….uh popsicle your eating” Asher said nervously “oh this popsicle” Tank said leaning down to be eye level with Ash “I don’t see your name on it” Tank said with a wolfish grin Ash laughed nervously “well I gotta go, see ya masher” Tank said waving over their shoulder. As soon as Tank was out of earshot “h-Ey TaNk” Milo bust out laughing mimicking Asher’s voice crack “shut up” Asher said shoving Milo “oh don’t get mad cat go your tongue are should I say wolf ”Milo laughed “oh you little-” Asher said putting Milo in a headlock David groaned walking throws them to pull them apart “would you two stop” David growled

Aggro's POV Of The Milo x Sweetheart Timeline

"They are back. My wolf came home, and was mad. But then he liked them. I do not want this human to stay, they are weird and annoying"

tastes like home

“Sweetheart, you’re cloaked again.” Milo grinned at the hovering pet, purring up a storm.

The Stealth reappeared feet first, a sheepish smile decorating their face. “Sorry. I got too excited.”

How To Manipulate Your Packmate Into Pursuing Self Care 

“Feels better, huh?” He barked at her for the first time, the sound deep and rough. She seemed surprised, but brushed the shock off easily. “You were so good. Such a good boy.”

If she had been anyone in the pack, she would have gotten bitten for that. As it was, Tank figured she had earned a pass. Aimee had put up with his stubborn fur and his uncomfortable staring for hours. The least he could do was not get mad at her for praising him. Besides, she was right. He was a good boy.

The 'Sunlight Thing' 

“Yeah, from me and Milo so we can get bad pictures of them.” Ash joined. 

I Would Beg To Disagree (But Begging Disagrees With Me) 

 "Last I checked we're not supposed to sleep with clients," was the very first thing Milo heard once he was within earshot. No good mornings, or where were yous. Milo probably would have even preferred a fuck you or an I'm gonna tell David you were late. But Darlin' just had to start in with the worst possible thing they could, didn't they? 

   "And last I checked we're not supposed to sleep with vampires either," Milo quipped, but they both knew he wasn't being serious. Everyone loved Sam. "But we just talked. So whatever shit Asher fed you was a lie." 

Freebound

 “Freelancer? Dude- why are you all wet??”

        They turned to him, panting heavily, “I was walking here from Damien’s place, and the Dahlia Spring decided to start chasing me, so I started running, but that made the water faster, so I jumped into your neighbor's pool to escape.”

        Huxley slowly approached the window, “holy shi- Freelancer, the entire street is flooded!”

        “I knowww,” they whined, “I’m sorry. I would clean it up but I’m afraid I’ll level the entire neighborhood.”

Here's to forever 

"God... tonight feels like a dream. C-Can I kiss you?" 

"Thought you'd never ask..." 

The heat between the Vampires begins to build up as the two lean closer. With half-lidded eyes, lips presses with the other. 

And then -

"Shit! Ow! Ow!" 

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Bright! M-My fangs got in the way! Shit, that looked bad. H-Hang on, I can heal you - 

Despite the blood lightly trickling down their chin, Bright Eyes can't help it. They laugh. The soft evening air, their heart that had become so much lighter and the fact that Freddy is panicking over something so silly cast a wonderful spell on them. 

If this marks the beginning of their brand new story, then Bright Eyes can't wait to see what eternity will bring for them. 

"Maybe we should google how Vampires, uh, kiss?" 

"Oh! Good idea, Freddy. Beats asking Sam or Vincent for tips." 

stupid cupid

“Mm-hmm,” you mumble, trying desperately not to look as flustered as you feel. Fuck, does everyone feel like this when they see their mates? Or is it just the effect Sam has on you? You’d better start cutting Milo some more slack for that dumb face he makes whenever his mate walks into the room.