#i wann DRINK HIM UP

[blamemma]

Daniel Ricciardo for St. Hugo Wines

[lixiesbrowniess]

Helloooo, I would firstly like to say that I absolutely adore your writing 🥰🥰 and secondly, I have a request. Could you do a one shot (smut) with Ao’nung x human reader. The human reader came with the Sully’s and, of course, Ao’nung doesn’t like her. One day he finds the reader trying on different Metkayina clothing that his sister made for her and he’s interested in her human anatomy. I think he would be gentle with her as he’s much bigger and doesn’t want to hurt her. The rest is up to you. 💘

Oh my lorddd thank youuu!!! You shall receive it little one

Oneshot: You're so beautiful I hate you

Ao'nung x fem!human!reader

Words count: 3.8k

Warnings: nsfw, size kink, p in v, bulge kink, aged up characters 18+, gentle sex, Dom/Sub dynamic, penetration, horny stuff, cursing, enemies to lovers, sexual attraction, sexual tension

Aged up to 22 [after the summary]

Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron, Mawey: calm down, Tawtute: sky person, tsahey: oh crap/oh hell, Awa'atlu: name of the Metkayina village, Pongu Pongu: Na'vi drink (with and without alcohol), Tsaheylu: the act of connecting na'vi's braids

Synopsis: You're Norm Spellman's daughter and after spider has been captured you had to go with the Sully's leaving your still in progress Avatar body there in your father's lab. [Neteyam won't be dead here]

A/N: i had so much fun writing this i swearrr. I was blushing and kicking my legs.

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

Summary: "Are we there yet?" Tuk whined hugging Neytiri's arm. "No not yet Tuk" her mother said brushing her hair with her hand, "we'll be there soon sweetie now rest". Neytiri planted a kiss onto her daughter's head. You were flying on the Ikrans from the past morning. It was exausting. Since you didn't have a Ikran you had to fly with Lo'ak. Of course you two kept teasing each other and you risked falling at least two times. "Lo'ak would you stop? C'mon bro I don't wanns fall." you hissed him as he tickeld you for the fourth time "You're a skxawng Lo'ak" you heard Neteyam yell from above you. "Ok ok fine" he said taking his hands off your waist. You sighed in relief thanking Neteyam from afar. "Boys stay concentrated." you heard Jake yell from the front "we're almost there" he muttered as you passed by three huge rocks. After that you were too stunned to say anything. Enchanted by the beauty of the teal ocean beneath you. As long as you landed you were surronded by others na'vi, oh how you wished you had your avatar body right now. You felt so tiny, a lot of them hissed and growled at you making you regret for a moment the choice to follow the Sullys. Neteyam, Kiri and Lo'ak kept you between them, avoiding any consequences. "Are those supposed to be tails?" you heard some boys joking about the Sullys looks. "How are they supposed to swim?" one chuckled frendly elbowing his taller friend. A girl Who apparently popped out of nowhere slapped his arm. "Do not. Rotxo, Ao'nung" she stopped the two boys. You smiled at her kindness but those two still laughed at something pointing at Kiri, you couldn't help but say something "In fact we do not swim skxawng" you hissed at them. For a moment it looked like they were surprised to see a sky person talking na'vi, but that soon faded. "And what's a tawtute doing here?" The taller on teased, an evil smirk spreading on his face. You were about to say something when everyone went quiet, a man came riding a really strange mount. As soon as he landed you all greeted him following Jake's move. "We seek Uturu. A sanctuary for our family" you heard Jake conversing with the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk of the Metkayina. You noticed the Tsahìk walking towards you, Lo'ak and Kiri. You tried to ignore the pressure and hide from her gaze while she exposed them just for having an extra finger. You obviusly failed when you felt a big ass hand dragging you at the center of attention and almost lifting you from the floor. "You even brought a demon in here!" she exclaimed assuring that everyone could see your little figure. That caused Kiri and Lo'ak to hiss at her, Kiri grabbed your other arm, careful not to hurt you, trying to pull you away from her grasp. Jake stepped in as you struggled to get your poor arm out of the steel grip that woman had on you. "Mawey, Mawey! Ronal, I assure you she's not a treat. Her father helped me fighting the sky people when I was Toruk Makto" That word had a great effect on every one for the second time. She finally released you and walked back to stand behind her mate. He was a lot more serene than her, his voice calm as he spoke "You are forest people your skills will mean nothing here." "We'll learn your ways, we will make ourselves useful. right?" Jake said looking at us we nodded in agreement still not very convinced. After exchanging a few glances the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk agreed to let us join their clan. "From now on Jake Sully and his family will be our brothers and sisters. Treat them like ones, teach them our ways so they won't suffer the guilt of being useless." He announced "My son Ao'nung and my daughter Tsireya will educate your children". Oh. oh. That was the chief's son you hissed back to... Tsahey. "Father why-" Ao'nung started to complain "It is decided." his father interrupted him. "Come! I will show you the village." Tsireya looked a lot happier than his brother, at the idea of tutoring us.

Time skip - your lab arrives

The helicopter had landed carrying the lab your father sent you. Max came out of it greeting you. “Hi Y/n I brought you the lab!" He yelled trying to drown out the noise of the helicopter blades.

"Thank you Max!" You yelled back hugging him. He was like a uncle to you. As soon as the helicopter was turned off he rummaged in his briefcase. You were going to sleep there while you waited for your avatar body.

"I brought even a new prototype of the oxygen mask, you can drink and eat even outside the lab." Your jaw dropped "Really??" You jumped happily. It was the first time a prototype could afford such a thing.

"let's go inside I'll show you how to use it" You went inside the box to try the new mask.

"We'll be good here" Jake said looking around the marui. "I think it's pretty" you sang happily entering the marui.

-ˋˏ♡┈┈┈┈

A lot of time has passed from the day you arrived at Awa'atlu. You had fitted quite well in the village. Sure, not everyone liked you but many had started to treat you like their sister. Especially Tsireya, she loved you. She often asked about human life, how your body worked and a lot of science things about you and your avatar body. Yes you told her about the body you'll be having anytime soon. You wished.

Ao'nung liked teasing you a lot and it's not like you could do something about it. Jake wanted no trouble. That was your mantra. "If you think you're one of us you're wrong little one" he would say occasionally "just go back to your planet" this was less usual but still used.

You tried to act like you didn't care, but it was so hard to ignore it. You decided to avoid him and that worked cause you managed to keep him away for two straight weeks, you were really close to organize a party about it.

Today you were invited to Tsireya's marui. It was you, her and Kiri. Just three besties having fun for one entire night. It sounded really great so you agreed very happily.

When you arrived to her marui Kiri was already there "Y/n! You're late!" they both exclaimed as they saw your tiny figure entering the hut. "Yeeah sorry about that, had to finish some things" you said rolling your eyes.

"But no more work now, let's have funn" Kiri chuckled at your feisty attitude "the boys should be at their secret spot so we have my brothers marui all for us!" Tsireya screamed in excitiment. Yes she always talked to you about how big and beautiful Ao'nungs marui was since he moved in it. You weren't completly sure it was safe but still you wanted your revenge so why not.

"And he has Pongu pongu! With alcohol!" Kiri turned to you after announcing it. "And you are gonna try it for sure!" they said in unison before grabbing your arm and dragging you with them.

You looked around carefully all the way up to the famous hut. "C'mon!" Tsireya opened the flap signaling to come in. You and Kiri ran to her and went inside. Tsireya locked the flap to the wooden frame. "Is this really a good-" you muttered looking around "-idea..." turns out Re'ya was right. Ao'nungs marui was breath taking.

"Wow" Kiri whispered looking around. Re'ya just stood there, hands on her hips looking satisfied by yours and Kiris reaction. "Told ya." She said heading were she knew her brother kept the Pongu pongu.

Who would have thought that Ao'nung was so tidy? The decor was so aesthetic, with woven shells hanging from the fabric ceiling, rattling whenever the wind had the chance to enter.

"Found it! C'mon let's drink." You heard Tsireya calling as she found a big jar between all the spears. Kiri pulled out three shallow cups that she had taken from her father and gave one to each of us. "All right, cheersss!!" and with that the drinking night begun.

"Oh Y/n I- *hiccups* I have something for you!" Tsireya staggered forward towards you, she got up and went near the entrance. "Here it is!" *hiccups* she exclaimed raising her arm in the air showing the little clothing she was holding in her hand. "I've made a woven loincloth and a macramè top for you!" She happily jumped handing you the clothing.

"You- *hiccups* shouldn't have Re'ya!" You chuckled admiring her work. "C'mon try it on!" Tsireya cheered "oh yeah go Y/n! Put it on!!" Kiri shouted. "I-I don't know... Should I?" You asked looking at the pretty iridescent shells all over it.

"Fuck yeah you should!" They both exclaimed. You gave in and took off your previous clothing putting on the ones Tsireya gave you. As soon as you finished you did a pirouette, giggling at the light clink of shells.

"Oh Eywa. You look stunning Y/n!" Kiri said as Re'ya agreed nodding her head. "You think?" you asked slightly embarassed. "Of course! I bet you could even fascinate some of the boys" It was Kiris turn to agree in silence as Tsireya elbowed you lightly making you chuckle.

"C'mon Y/n dance!" Tsireya started to tap a rhythm with her hands and tail, "yeah dance!" Kiri chuckled doing the same rhythm. You daced and risked to fall four times as the alcohol had already kicked into your blood making your heart pump faster, adrenaline raising.

All seemed fine until you all heard a confused exclamation coming from the entrance.

"What the fuck!?" Ao'nung's voice roared in the whole hut causing averything to go silent. You, on the other side, had stopped, trying to balance on one leg but falling down miserably.

His eyes wandered around his house and especially on your body, your little body barely covered and showing almost everything, then his eyes darted to his sister and Kiri. He stormed to them lifting them up by their arms "I remember I told you NOT to enter my marui.!" he yelled dragging them outside.

You had to admit you've never saw him so serious, neither so angry. You didn't know if you were scared or attracted to him. "I know, I'm sorry brother" Tsireya said chuckling while he dragged her and Kiri out.

She climbed on him screaming and laughing and as he tried to get her off she removed the string that was holding up his hair letting them fall all over his back. "Tsireya! You drinked Pongu pongu! Oh Eywa you can't drink it yet, it's alcohol!" he said exasperated "Dad is gonna kill us." he face palmed himseflf before turning to you.

"And you-" he walked up to you, his long black curls swinging left and right; lifted you by your waist and hold you up to his face. Yeah, you just discovered, that his hand was big enough to hold your whole waist. He stopped for a moment eying you up and down, then he spoke "Cover yourself. I can see everything" he said walking out and placing you down.

He the entered his marui and closed the flap. You were left spechless. Still processing his HAIR, still processing his HAND and still processing he just admitted he saw your whole body.

As for him, he thought about your body all night long and didn't get some sleep. He really didn't expected to found you out of his door right the next morning.

Time skip - that morning

Your ears rung, you heard a lot noise and youl felt a pair of hands shaking you trying to wake you up. Your head was spinning, you slowly opened your eyes and rubbed them.

"Thanks to Eywa! Tought you were dead." The blurred figure spoke standing and towering over your curled up body. You hummed supporting your head with your hand. "Oww, did a Tsurak ran over me?" you muttered sitting up and blinking till the blurr faded.

"No it's the Pongu pongu you drank yesterday" Your eyes shot open as you finally reconized the voice. You looked at him still having the worst headache ever. He must've noticed cause he grinned at you "I don't think a human can handle na'vi alcohol as good as us." he spat mockingly.

You rolled your eyes "Listen Ao'nung, I'm sorry for what happened in your hut yesterday, we..." you stopped remembering what you actually did "uhm..." you looked to your clothes and discovering you had the macrame and woven clothing Tsireya weaved for you.

"You ate your tongue?" he tilted his head at your silence. You remembered what he said about your clothing and jumped covering your upper parts with your arms.

"Well i can't leave you here" he mumbled "Not like that" he lifted you with his arm and took you inside his marui. You were embarrassed to be wearing that.

You liked it of course, it was gorgeous, but you felt so naked right now, in front of the Olo'eyktan son. He sat you on the woven mat. He never treated you like that. It was the first time he was with you and still didn't throw any insult to you.

"I know it's sudden but I want to ask you a few things." He spat feisty. You blinked looking at him "W-what" you asked waiting for him to just spit it out, while admiring his face.

Yeah that alcohol must've been really strong because you were starting to find him attractive. His lips while he spoke, his adam apple bobbing every time he swallowed, his aquamarine eyes locking to yours.

"Are you even listening?" He asked awaking you from your trance, you looked at him biting your lower lip and raising your eyebrows questioning him.

He smirked slyly getting closer to your face and gently tapping on your mask "you can't breath without this right?" He asked tilting his head, still with that damn smile adorning his face.

"That'sー correct." You quickly answered trying to increase the distance between you two. "Then why aren't you breathing?" He whispered stopping you from getting away from him and pulling you closer.

You were inches from each other's, you could see your mask fogging up every time he exhaled. "Do you know your stretching limits?" His smile never faltered as he spoke. You blushed furiously at his question as you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.

You gulped as you felt his hands sneaking around you waist "how are you so small?" he mumbled looking up and down your body. What's going on? why was he so intrested in your human anatomy. "You're the big one!" you blurted out.

He put pressure on your lower belly causing you to gasp lightly, you were being pushed down until your back was in full contact with the woven mat, he hovered over you making you look even smaller.

"Your reproductive system works like ours right?" he took a handful of your hair inhaling your scent. "Just without tsaheylu" he finished his sentence before licking your neck, you yelped at the sudden move pushing him from the chest trying to push him away.

"W-what are you doing!? are you crazy?!!" you screamed feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. He smirked again grabbing your wrists with one hand, while the other one clutched around your neck softly "just stop fighting and answer my questions" He pierced holes in your eyes as he stared into them.

You squirmed trying to get free from his grasp, your heart started racing as he leaned toward you. You clasped your hands around the wrist of the hand that was around your neck "Iー do not know my stretching limits." you muttered squinting your eyes whishing that would make him stop.

He did stop for a mere second before whispering into your little ear "Guess we're about to find out." You felt heat pooling in your abdomen causing you to feel wrongly horny.

You could feel your body wanted it, but you knew it was just so wrong. You still squirmed as he took the woven loincloth off of you, his breath fanned on your mask as he freed your neck from his grasp placing his hand onto your thigh.

He lightly squeezed it observing your reaction. Your lips were slightly parted and your hot breath fanned onto the mask. You reflexively tried to close your legs just to be stopped by him.

His hand went lower finding your heated core. His touch ghosted onto your clit making you bite your lower lip. "I think it's better if I use my fingers first." he whispered lining his fingers to your leaking entrance.

You jolted as he started to push two digits inside of you, a filthy moan left your lips as he plunged his fingers deep inside you. You felt them brushing on your cervix. "So warmー" he started to breathe heavily, you felt his dick slowly getting hard against your thigh.

He began to pump his fingers inside you causing a pleasure you never felt, you closed your eyes abandoning yourself to his touch, you felt a knot forming in your core. His fingers sped up scissoring you, causing a loud moan to leave your throat.

You arched your back as you felt him add another finger, fucking his three digits into your pussy, you squirmed as the stretch felt painful. His thumb glued to your clit as he noticed.

The pain slowly changed to pleasure again, you called out his name as you felt his fingers deliciously hitting your sweet spot "I-I'mー" you whimpered, your walls clenched around his digits as the knot started tightening.

He pulled his fingers out right when you were at the edge of your orgasm, you cried in frustration as your walls clenched around nothing. "Don't worry little one." he muttered removing his loincloth, letting his rock hard cock slapping against his stomach "I'm right here" he scanned your face as his smirk widened.

He spread your legs and pulled them, lowering your knees till they touched your sides. Your breath hitched when he adjusted himself between your legs.

He lined his tip to your hole causing you to tremble softly. "No worries baby, I'll make it work" he tried to assure you as he rubbed your thighs with his thumb.

You were scared. Your father actually told you not to have a sexual act with a Na'vi unless you had your avatar body. It could've been dangerous, not fatal of course but still not a good idea.

"Wanna establish a safe word?" You looked at him with your already watering eyes. He released your wrists letting your little hand grip his shoulders. You nodded slowly and whispered it to him. "Alright, scream it if it's too much okay?" You nodded again.

He started pushing his hips forward watching as your cunt slowly swallowed his tip, you groaned at the stretch. "It hurtsー" you yelped softly, feeling your cunt spreading in attempt to adapt to his size. "It's gonna be fineー" he murmured leaning his forehead onto your shoulder.

He kept pushing until he felt himself bottoming you out. Your cries were melodic to his ears. Little less than half of his shaft could still see the light. "A little more" he growled breathless as he rolled his hips gently, managing to make your cunt engulf another bit of his dick.

He moved his hand onto the big bulge that formed on your lower belly gently pressing on it. You moaned loudly, holding yourself to his shoulders as you felt him shift deep inside you.

He started moving slowly, waiting for your pussy to get used to him inside you. His hands reached your breasts and started to knead them causing you to whimper. He felt your walls slowly relaxing around his girth "alrightー here we go."

He slowly pulled out, till only his tip was left inside, then thrusted back in hitting your sweet-spot making your legs tremble in his grip. He threw his head back, feeling you clench around his hardness like your life depended on it.

His thrusts increased in speed as he fucked himself inside you, making you scream his name in pleasure. Tears soaked your whole face, you couldn't stop the moans coming out of your throat. He pulled you to meet his pelvis, gripping your tiny waist.

His thrusts were steady and strong, his hips rolled deliciously into yours, rhythmically hitting your cervix and g-spot, making you wince every time your cunt swallowed him.

"who would've guessedー" he grunted "your human body could take me so well" he looked down at the bulge on your belly.

"Ao'nung I'm closeー" you cried as he increased his pace even more holding your waist, fucking the most beautiful sounds out of you. He admired the bulge his dick formed on your abdomen everytime he buried inside your cunt.

"Let go little oneー don't hold back" he said twisting and teasing your clit with his fingers. Your legs shook at the intense pleasure, "let me feel your juices." He groaned pulling your legs up on his shoulders hitting a deeper with the new angle.

Your jaw fell open as his cock threatened to pierce your cervix. Your body arched against his as you came undone, squirting all over his pelvis as his hips kept snapping against yours with hunger.

"Holdー on a little longer." He grunted throwing his head back and gripping your waist tightly as he felt his orgasm approaching "almost there" he growled breathing heavily.

He pushed himself deep inside you for the last time, releasing his load directly into your womb, filling you to the brim "ahh yess-" he growled fucking you both out of your orgasm.

He slowly pulled out of your quivering walls, letting your legs fall down gently. some of his seed leaked down on your thighs. He suddenly took you in his arms and placed you into his hammock as he cleaned up the woven mat.

"We'll certainly have a lot of chances to increase your stretch." He chuckled sitting on the floor, next to you. "That's not funny" you mumbled, your heart still racing.

"I have a great idea. Maybe next time we can your your marui" you imagined he was referring to your lab "so you can take off that mask" he cooed leaning towards your shoulder and kissing it.

You rolled you eyes "now would you mind asking me real questions about human anatomy?" He chuckled lightly "maybe i will."

A/N: this might become a series?? (anon if you see this plsss claim an emoji this idea was soooo good)

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If They Had Dating Profiles

Format modelled after Bumble So many profiles either disgust me or make me laugh so here it is All characters have been aged up to 18 or above for this btw

Dormleaders

Riddle Rosehearts

Pictures: His top pic is his passport photo, he’s wearing the full suit, tie and blazer and his hair is perfect. The rest of the pics follow this pattern.

About Me:

My name is Riddle Rosehearts and I intend to date with the intent of marriage so if you are seeking “something casual”, please swipe left.

I will not tolerate smoking, drinking in non-social settings, an untidy presentation, inappropriate language, or any of that “fwb” nonsense. Thank you.

My Basics: Has every category filled out except for height

Leona Kingscholar

Pictures: Only one photo and the angle is tilted upwards from his chin while he’s lying down, it’s also kinda blurry

About Me:

fwb or chess

My Basics: Mf only has his height filled out

Azul Ashengrotto

Pictures: His top pic is of him cutting the opening ribbon to his restaurant and the rest are perfectly tailored, photoshoot level pics of him doing things like signing papers, wiping his glasses or casually leaning against an expensive car

About Me:

Proud owner of the restaurant, Mostro Lounge, the product of my blood, sweat and tears.

If we have our first date in my restaurant you get a 50% discount on all items 😊.

My Basics: Pretty much everything is filled out

Kalim Al-Asim

Pictures: A  really cute pic of him doing the thing where he’s standing in front of the Eiffel tower and pinching his fingers to make it look like it’s in his fingers, the rest are of him with dorky filters on or more travel pics at famous landmarks

About Me:

HIII, im a hugee extrovert and i love love LOVE going to partyz so if you wanna come too just hmu!! lookin to go on dates but if you wann just hangout i don’t mind either ^^

I LOVE spoiling all my friends and family with gifts so get readyy HEHEHEHE

My Basics: Yup filled out

Vil Schoenheit

Pictures: Literally the best pictures you can find on the site, you probably won’t believe it’s him until you meet him irl, they’re that gorgeous. If Azul’s was photoshoot level, Vil’s is AI generated level

About Me:

Yes, I am the real Vil Schoenheit, if you don’t believe me, the photos I’ve used can’t be found anywhere else on the internet.

My MagiGram is vilschoenheit_real

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Malleus Draconia

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My Basics: N oth ing

[christinarowie332]

my boys .

chris and matt sturniolo x bestfriend

chris sturniolo x best friend original character

warnings : drunk character , swearing , will be a part 2 .

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one drink .

it was supposed to be anyway.

as i sit on the toilet of a random friend of a friends house it suddenly hits me how drunk i actually am . im still , but it feels like im rocking back and forth . am i rocking back and forth?

im not too bad with my drink , as in , i won’t throw up , and i don’t really get hangovers, however my stubbornness always gets the best of me when im drinking . like now , one glass of rose with a friend turns into me on my 7th shot at someone’s house party because i believed my own tolerance was higher then it actually was .

i close my eyes and swallow the acid that tries to surface, my face contorts at the taste and a feel a surge of anxiety fill my spine . is this the night i throw up ?

i open my phone and scroll through my snapchat , random people’s story’s , some from the same party i’m at now . i’m guessing anyway , my blurred vision makes it hard to see anything , especially as i open text messages to ask someone to pick me up , and the text on my keyboard seems to shift and dance around the screen . opening mine and chris’s messages with a slight smile , i start typing . i love that boy .

chrus are you homw?

who the fuck is chrus ?

yes i am home u ok?

drink

hmm?

drunk

oh

can yoi comw pick me up plx i’m with gracee!

i hate grace

me tpo

love yoi tho

i love you too casey

are you at graces house ?

no

okay so where ??

id

id?

just send me your location, i’ll get matt to come pick you up .

but i wann see you ??

i’ll obviously come with him

cant have u puking on his seats !!!!

how tf doe u being there stop me puuilking ??

i’ll catch it with my hands 🥰😍😍

your diss gusting

i’ll slurp it like soup 😜😘

cheis stop ur gonnna makie me throw up

love you

be there iab cdawg

i giggle slightly at the conversation. full confidence in my typing skills as i send him my location and get up from the toilet . too fast . i make my way out side and sit on the porch of the house , scrolling through tiktok as i wait for the boys to come get me . i love them so much .

the cold weather makes it hard for me to scroll properly, the temperature making my fingers work in slow motion as i watch every video on my for you page extremely intensely, trying my hardest to focus on that instead of the hangziety that currently is deciding to reside in my brain . after a few minutes, i hear bass of a car approach the house and lift my head up wobbly, seeing the familiar headlights and number plate .

i smile and attempt to get up , but as i said before . it’s cold as shit . my legs fail me and i only make it half the way up before i start back right where i started . ass on the ground.

“bro”

chris’s croaky voice allows my eyes to snap away from the ground , meeting his raised eyebrows and his dumbfounded smile as he watches me gather my surroundings.

“christopher!” i say happily, getting up slight too fast and stumbling into his chest . his arms catch me around my waist and i look up to him sheepishly , seeing him allready looking at me with a shit eating grin .

“hello casey , come on let’s get you home” he says as he turns me to his side , supporting my weight against his hip and under his arm , making his way to the car .

as we reach the door he opens it and attempts to put me in the back seat . i don’t duck quite as quick and i end up bashing my head against the car doorframe.

“shit sorry!” he says before hissing through his teeth and continues to help me in the car , following my own path and sitting next to me in the back . i rub my head dramatically and slowly look to chris beside me , his smile not meeting his eyes as he looks at my hand and takes it away from my head , looking for bruising .

his one hand stays on mine as the other brushes my hair from my forehead, making sure i wasn’t hurt . my eyes stay on him . his lips curled in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed in worry . he meets my eyes and smiles . then they move down to his other hand that is still on mine in my lap . he tries to pull it away awkwardly but in drunken confidence i grab it . swinging my body around and laying on his side , putting my head on his shoulder . after a few minutes he relaxes , and i feel his curls touch my forehead as his head leans on top of mine . drawing out a sigh of relief from me .

“i feel like a fucking uber driver” matt says from the front , breaking the comfortable silence .

“you are our fucking uber driver” i reply , my eyes still closed against chris’s shoulder. i feel chris’s shoulders move as he laughs , making me smile and open my eyes .

“oh so i’m getting paid for this ?” he says looking at me through the mirror.

i stay silent

“i know your not asleep casey i can see your eyes”

i close my eyes .

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idk i’ll post part 2 tomorrow i just cba to do the whole thing now lmao !!!

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[crookednachogalaxy]

thinking about bowuigi like i always do, and im kinda noticing how a majority of media has bowser pursuing luigi for a relationship and... it makes sense???

now dont get me wrong - bowser is brash, he is bold, he is confident, and maybe even arrogant at times. he's the fearsome king of the koopas, he is not afraid to take what is his. his affections are loud because he is loud, and that's why it makes sense.

but what about luigi pursuing a relationship first?

first things first, i am not talking about luigi developing feelings first or something. i specifically mean luigi actively pursuing bowser romantically regardless of whether bowser has feelings for him.

that means taking him out on dates, giving him gifts, bonding with his loved ones, all the stops one pulls to get and keep another's romantic interest.

i want luigi to give him flowers. bowser has just won a really tough tennis match in the tournament they're taking part in, and luigi decides this is perfect moment to give him the flower bouquet he's prepared. so one moment bowser is desperately chugging water as if it's the last drop he'll ever drink, and the next there is this little plumber boy standing in front of him who he's pretty sure he beat up once and has definitely forgotten the name of.

and he's holding the flowers up, saying he did so great in his match and they're for him - and bowser almost wants to laugh. he wants to laugh because flowers are weak, and pathetic, and for soft-shelled koopas which HE'S NOT. but this tiny human's entire body is shaking, the smile on his face is steadfast, and he's looking at bowser as if he hung the stars and the moon in the sky, and something about it just makes his brain short-circuit for reasons he cant understand yet.

i want luigi to plan dates for him and bowser. picnics and fancy dinners and homemade dinners, amusement parks, private kart racing, watching the stars and/or the sunset. i want luigi fretting and overthinking on what bowser likes to do and how to invite him. i want luigi to forget any and all thoughts when bowser steps into the room. mario has war flashbacks about where he went wrong when raising luigi, while said plumber is looking across peach's ballroom with hearts in his eyes.

i want bowser to not realize he's going on dates with luigi. that he's seeing him every week at this point, that even kamek raises an eyebrow when he calls luigi his friend. he always comes home feeling great about himself after seeing luigi, because the human showers him in compliments, attends to his every wish. it takes him a while to realize that luigi isnt just stroking his ego, but that he genuinely likes bowser, and once he starts listening to what luigi actually compliments him on? he's stunned at how deeply his affection runs.

luigi complimemts him on the way he rules with fairness and respect. on the way he prides himself in his history and culture, how he seeks to uplift and celebrate it. he compliments him on his bond with his children, what a good father he is to them. luigi says things that bowser never even noticed in himself, things he didnt think anyone would ever see.

he compliments him on the things that make him him, he makes an effort to spend time and foster bonds with his children, giving each the time and sincerity they deserve. he is there to calm bowser when he's stressed or angry, comforts him when he's sad, never judging him for his faults or feelings. he makes an effort to know and love bowser for who he is. at some point it becomes hard to imagine what a life without luigi looks like.

and most importantly, he still has that first flower bouquet luigi gave him, next to the others of its kind, the plants kept alive by magic, the notes written on display, and the gifts he's given show they're well used.

i just really like the thought of luigi being the one to take these steps, to pursue a romantic love despite the fear that his body evidently likes to show, despite the racing thoughts that make him wanna believe its a worthless endeavour. let him be the one to actively take these steps, be the one to take bowser's hand with a smile and a kiss, be the one to walk him home when they were out later than they intended to be. its a mental image i very much enjoy

[6feathered6siren6]

Dating the chaotic duo(Misaki x Ronin x Reader)

Trigger warning

Death/killing

Gore

A lot of Fluff(My friend said this was rotten sweet fluff)

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Asking anyone, is dating a killer dangerous? Depending on the person, there were multiple responses. 

Yes, they killed someone, they could kill you at any time

Depends on why they killed someone

If you love them, sure, but don’t drag anyone into the messy drama after

From your best friend, they gave the response, “You need to stop being attracted to red flags. And no, do not date any killers. You are only gonna get yourself killed.” And did you ignore them? Yes, yes you did. Twice in fact. Dating the Devil’s butcher and an assassin. How wrong could your best friend be? 

Very wrong, apparently.

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Example 1: 

It was you and Misaki up in your apartment, both of you had that giddy, stupidly in love smile. Your foreheads were touched with that sweet laughter from Misaki. Sure, it was weird that just about an hour ago, she killed someone. But smaller details, huh?

“I can’t believe that I’m holding you, that you are in my arms right now. God, I'm sooo gonna annoy you for a long, long time. Well, until I have to go back, but I will definitely get a visa and-”

You interrupted her with a kiss on her lips. “Let’s leave the planning for later, for now, I just want to savor this moment with you.”

“Right, right. I am so gonna cuddle you for so long, you won’t escape from me,” She holded a smile that screamed havoc. 

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Example 2:

It was pouring outside, and you were in your living room, typing away on your laptop. You were sipping away from your drink, when you heard your door unlock and the door open. Hearing it close and a slop sound. You look over at the door to see a drenched Ronin. To you, he looked like a wet cat to you. 

You snickered out, with a reaction of a glare from him. “Not gonna help me, Darlin’?” 

“Nope, it seems you got it, Ronin.” You looked back to your laptop. Getting back into your thought process to only feel a cold, wet arm around your neck, moving you back. You screeched as you felt your back get wetter by the moment. Nor longer warm, you shrieked with Ronin chuckling now. “Wanne help out now?”

“Yes, yes. God, you are co-ld. Please, mercy.” You yelled out. He was cold like a corpse to you. He was laughing at your pain as he stayed close to you, getting your clothes even more wet.

“Nah, since you wanna be mean, I’ll let you suffer, since you want me to suffer.” You were scrambling to get away from him and his coldness, but it was Ronin. He was stronger than you, so leaving little to no possibility to get out on your own.

“Alright, alright, I’ll help! Ple-ease! You are cold!” You screamed out, and finally taking your answer, he lets you go. You felt your now somewhat drenched shirt, you wanted to change. You glared up at him. “Asshole.”

“Oh, so you wanna still wanna suffer then?” He looked down with mischief. 

“No, nope. I’m good.” You got up from the couch, pulling the back off your shirt further away from your back. “Now, go take a shower, and warm up. Geez, it felt like you were a corpse.” He leans with a smile. “No. Go take a shower. I’m sure I still have some of your pjs somewhere.” 

As you were about to start walking off, Ronin pulled you into a kiss. “Truth or dare after I shower?” 

You sighed, as you looked up at him. “Fine. Only if we can cuddle later.”

“Such a demanding Darlin’.”

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Example 3: 

For some reason, all three of you decided to have dinner at your place. So after a whole grocery adventure, leading to Misaki wanting to grab instant noodles or candy, or Ronin wanting to grab food not even related to the dinner, the three of you agreed. To say the least, you were the only one on task. Thankfully. 

As the bags were sent down onto the counter, you guys agreed to have breakfast for dinner. Waffles, eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, juice, and some fruit. It was your request from the magic hat of choosing, or at least an online wheel you guys made a month ago since all of you couldn’t decide. 

“So, who wants what job?” You offered as you started pulling things out of the bags. 

“I’ll take cutting things, you both know I’m good with that.” Ronin said he sat on one of the island chairs, leaning on his elbow on the counter. Misaki was jumping in excitement at that thought, you knew he was good by the pictures from the server. 

Sighing out, “Fine, just don’t cut yourself.” You grabbed one of your knives and handed it to him. “So you got cutting fruit and a job I’m giving you is also making the waffles. Then Misaki?”

“Oo, oo, oo. I can make the batter! And toast the bread!” She was pulling out the flour, sugar, baking soda, and the loaf of bread. 

“Then that leaves me to make the bacon and eggs. I’m sure nothing will go wrong.” 

You just had to jinx it, did you?

All three of you got flour all over yourselves. Misaki threw flour at Ronin for something you didn’t really hear since you were paying attention to the eggs. And they were having a flour fight, and Ronin, being himself, invited you to the fight. By throwing flour at you. 

By the time the breakfast was done, you three were covered in flour and waffle batter(Ronin did that one as well). 

“You look darling as a ghost. Both of you do.” Ronin was the least amount covered, which ticked you off. He was the first to throw things at you specifically. How is this taller bastard less covered than you and Misaki? 

You looked at Misaki as she looked back at you, both of you had that glint. Misaki opened her arms a little, and you nod. As Ronin turned away, the both of you hugged the male, making him cover into a mess as well. 

“Didn’t want you to miss out, Ronin.” You sweetly said to him. He looked down at both of you. 

“Come on, Ronin, get as messy as us.” Then pause. “Wait… that sounded way too wrong.” You see their faces explode into red. Laughing at their embarrassment, you felt Ronin put a hand on your hand as well as Misaki’s head. 

“As messy as I like it, I wanna change, plus, it’s my turn to pick the movie we are watching.” You loosen your grip to look at him, almost like you were in danger. 

“No…” You softly said, feeling the dread come in. Misaki, who also understood what he was gonna mention. 

“Yes, since both of you made me watch Heathers, and kept comparing me to JD. I’m so gonna make you watch it.” He said, his voice was deeply like venom.

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The movie? Was kinda meh in your opinion, but only because you grossed out by some of the overly bloody murder scenes. And you had both killers pointing out the misinformation of the movie.

Example 4: 

All three of you were in bed, Misaki was in the middle, Ronin was on the left, and you were on the right. The window was close to you, shining light over the three of you. You woke up after a harsh dream, so you were just watching the three sleep. 

As much as you try to make fun of Ronin, saying he snored, was a lie. He was quiet, and the moment he fell asleep, he acted like he’s dead. Barely moving except for his breathing. Misaki was holding you like their own personal teddy bear. She moves slightly but not too harshly. You move some of her hair away from their face. 

The smile on your face was soft and light. It was a truly happy, quiet moment between the three. Ronin and Misaki are quite loud when hyper, but who can say? You also indulge into their acts of tomfoolery. You savored this moment until you felt a hand on your cheek. 

“What’s rattling in that head of yours?” Ronin was awake. His voice sounded deeper and quiet. Mostly not to wake the person in between them. 

“Just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about.” You felt his thumb move on your cheek. Soothing your nerves, he just raitated calmness and love into his touch. “Promise.”

“If there was nothing to worry about, you would still be asleep than awake in the witchen hours.” He grunted out. You felt his dark eyes on you. 

“Just a dumb nightmare, I’ll be fine, now why are you up?” You finally look at him in his eyes. 

“Dunno, just woke up. Might be because you are awake.” 

“Ahh.” You felt his hand move up to play with your hair. 

“Why are we awake? It’s like so fuckin’ early.” Misaki grunted out into your arms. They shifted into your arms, like they were trying to get further into you. 

“Well, Darlin’ woke up from a grotesque dream, not spilling their lips. A shame.”

“Rrreeaadderrr… Come on.” She looks up at you. “We are here to support you, we are your partners, after all.” 

“I know, I know. Just this dream is a bit different. Let me have a moment with it.” The dream was both of them trying to kill you, you knew it was a small chance to have that actually happen. But… You didn’t want them to know. To know that you somewhat still fear them.

“Well, whatever it is, must be dumb. Now please, it is really too early to be awake, and I want to see what carnival fair is in person.” That’s right, it must have slipped your mind. You and Ronin wanted to show a fair to Misaki. You just wanted to be cliche into the ferris wheel. 

You kissed her forehead. “Alright, alright.” You see them fall asleep, leaving both you and Ronin away. You look up at him in the nightly light from your window. You felt his hand leave your head and see it pull both you and Misaki closer to him. 

“You got both killers near you. If there’s a danger, you know I would bash them, and Misaki would kill it with their rifle. Now go back to bed, I don’t want to see a peeved Reader, because you didn’t get enough sleep tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead, and laid his arm around you and Misaki.

You had sweet dreams after that.

Example 5:

Sometimes, you forget you literally date killers. After all the sweet moments, it puts red tinted glasses on your nose. 

It’s past midnight, and both Misaki and Ronin decided to go out in the alleyways. The carnival fair was great, you and Ronin got Misaki a gift, and she won prizes at the shooting games. Which you kept saying being an assassin is cheating. Minor points aside. Ronin is in the mood to kill someone, Misaki is for the thrill, meanwhile, you just want to go home. But, you didn’t want to be left out, and just alone, afterall, it is a date.

You were sitting on the boxes in Ronin’s alley, watching him and Misaki talk. You look back on memories you had with the two of them, they’re sweet to you in their own ways. You look at your hands, wondering how far this is gonna go. And hopefully, a very long time. 

CRACK

You look over to see Ronin split someone head open. You could see the poor soul’s head open. But you can also see who it was, it was some hotshot ceo. Apparently from the rumors you get from your journalism job, you heard that he was an asshole, flirted with any woman near him, and cheated constantly on his girlfriend. His girlfriend was also abused by him, stealing her money for his company. Well, luckily for her, he’s dead. 

Misaki startled you by sitting next to you, and she snickered at you jumping. You shoved their shoulders as Ronin started talking. 

“So what message should be sent this time? Pentagram?” 

Jumping in her seat, “Oo, oo, oo! What about something romantic, finish the night strong!” 

Ronin looks up with a grin, humming from contemplation. “Reader, what do you think?” 

You thought for a moment. “What about his aorta?”

Ronin stared at you for a moment before walking over and holding a knife to you. “How about you carve it for me, Darlin’?”

Right.. That promise you made when you were flirting with him before. You cringed at the thought, but sighed. A promise is a promise. You took the knife and walked over with him. Misaki was watching you. 

You slowly do the process, luckily Ronin has told you how to do it when you were writing your novel. If you make a mistake Ronin would just either let you fail or just correct you. If you weren’t literally carving out someone’s heart, it would be another sweet blissful date. 

After a quite messy and bloody moment, you had the asshole’s heart in your hand. You hand it into Ronin with both hands. 

“It’s not my own heart, but… an offering ‘till then.” You said with a smile, it was sweet and loving, his grin was plastered on his face. Misaki was near Ronin, looking at it. 

“I can’t believe you collect these, Ronin. Instead of the tooth fairy, you could be a body collector. ‘Gotta make my own makeshift body’. Frankenstein kinnie.” Which made you snort, not expecting that. 

“You mean the doctor who made him, hot stuff. We might have to watch it if you didn’t know.” Ronin said. 

“When it’s your turn, Ronin. I have next pick.” You said starting to walk to your place once again. Of course to change and cuddle. After all, it was the last night Misaki would be here. They have to go back to Japan again.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

I feel like I didn't write Misaki as much but I will want to expand the poly couple. And yes, I wrote this for me and purely for me. Love the duo. Anyway, it is late for me, I'm gonna pass out, this will be posted on ao3 when I get the moment to.

Words: 2,365

[hzbinnerdlover]

Desperate Static

Y'all aren't ready for this one- (CW: Snz kink content, big sads)

Vox stared out at the Radio Demon, growling and baring his teeth as he watches the way he sings and danced with his little Mimzy friend. In an act of impulse and anger, he followed said Radio Demon to his favorite club and bar, regretting every minute of it as he sees the way Alastor looked so, so happy.

With the big smile on his face that seemed....different than usual. Vox couldn't tell why he had seemed so much happier, but he was. And it was clear across his face. Ever since he seemed to join the Hazbin Hotel that seemed like it was the case. And Vox hated every fucking second of it.

Clenching his fists he cursed at himself in the tiny corner booth he sat him, trying to keep himself concealed as he looked away, thinking back to all the times Alastor had smiled at him like that. All the times he gave him life and care, the way he used to look at him as though he was the only thing in his world.

But that world was gone now, shattered. Had been shattered over and over again for years now, and Vox knew that.

"Tch....fucking asshole just thinks that cause he has that fancy hotel he can do whatever the hell he wants. BULLSHIT. He thinks he can just forget the people from his fucking past, that FUCKER." A waiter comes by and raises an eyebrow at the 4 shots Vox already had, noticing how the tv demon seemed rather tipsy. Leaning down he asks softly. "Sir, are you feeling alright there?" Vox snarled and shot him a glare. "I'm fucking FINE! Gimme another tequila shot. Actually make it two! And stop asking me stupid questions!" The tv demon rubbed the corners of his screen as he felt a headache come on and groans.

"Sir- are you sure? Forgive me but you don't seem all that well here and-"

Vox slammed his fist down onto the table and gives a harsh whisper-yell "Shut up! I told you I was I fine!!! Now get me my goddamn dri- I'ZZZZZTU!!!!" Vox turns away into his sleeve loosely and sneezes, groaning a bit as he sniffled. Maybe coming down here while having a headcold wasn't the best solution here.

The waiter simply shrugged and walked off to get his drinks.

Feeling his sinuses pound against him he groaned as he laid his head down, the only thing keeping him awake was looking over at the sight of that bastard he used to call his old friend. Watching him more and more as the deer demon started to sing upon his microphone, a soft melody that rang through the ears so peacefully, it made Vox yearn even more for older times.

Feeling his heart sink and his throat close up he turns his head the other way, eyes getting glassy.

"Well well, I thought you might be here." Vox looks up from his spot to see Valentino there, sitting down as he glances at his husband.

Vox gave a soft mutter as he sniffled, "What do you want...?" Earning an eyeballing from the moth demon. "Well you came out here and got yourself drunk while being fucking sick, you moron. I came out here to make sure you don't make an ass outta yourself or you'd hate yourself in the morning", he replies as he takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag from it.

Vox sighed and shook his head. "I don't think I could hate myself anymore than I do right now..."

Val raises an eyebrow as he looks over and sees Alastor singing upon the stage, his look softening as he glances back at Vox. "Voxie...darling...." slowly he reaches to take the tv demon

Vox pulled back and shook his head. "Sh-Shut up! I know I'm a pathetic piece of machinery here! I'm not worth anyone's time here!!!! I'm not....worth HIS time....", sniffling softly he crosses his arms and bites his lip. "Fucker never even- H-Het'ZZzzchu! Gives me a single thought here and I know it. I hate it. I hate everything!!! Hi'TZZZzzchu! Ugh...I hate being sick...", he sniffles again holding his head a bit, his screen starting to get rather flushed.

Val reached over and felt his screen, shaking his head. "Tienes fiebre....sweetheart...do you wanna go home...?", he asked softly. He knew in his drunken state Val couldn't force him to do anything, it was better to try to persuade him and be patient when Vox was like this.

Giving a slight drunken hiccup Vox gives a nod as tears come to his eyes, a bit if snot dripping from the center of his screen. "Y-Yes....please..." Val nodded and got up, going to Vox's side and carefully helps him up, wrapping a wing around him to both keep him warm and concealed from everyone else, quickly helping him out of the bar and to the limo.

"There we go, let's sit back and relax yeah...?" Moving his wing he has Vox lean against the seats and gently caresses his shoulder. "Now, lemme see if I have a blanket for ya", he goes to lean down under the seat when he feels another hand grasp his suddenly. "Voxie? Are you o-" he stops mid sentence looking at Vox's face.

Vox sniffled as his lip quivered, tears now streaming freely down his screen to accompany the snot and shakes his head. "V-Val....*sniff* why aren't I enough for Alastor...?" Val immediately takes his poor husband and pulls him close, stroking his back gently.

"Voxie....you were NEVER not enough for him. He's the one losing out when he's not with you...."

Rubbing his back gently Vox let's out a small sob before completely breaking down, crying into the moth's chest. "I-Its not fair Val....it's not fair. It's not fair!!!! H-HIT'CHUUUUU!!!! *sob* it's not fair..."

"Oh amorcito...I know I know...just let it out, I got you right here." Humming softly he let's him cry as much as he needs you, rocking him gently into his arms as he continues to rub his back. It took a good while before Vox finally started to settle down, sniffling as he pulls his face away from Val's chest, a poor mess revealing itself. "I-I need a tissue..."

"Do you not have your handkerchief on you darling...?" Vox simply shook his head in response.

"N-No...I think I left it at the tower..."

Val nodded as he reaches down into the limo compartment. "No worries darling, I got plenty right here for you." Grabbing a few tissues from a travel sized packet he holds them up to Vox's running nose. "There ya go hon."

Vox only nodded as Val held the tissues, giving a heavy blow into them from his nose, soaking them all as he gave a weak sniffle. Val carefully wipes him clean before tossing them into the little trash can they kept inside, Vox giving a small cough before shivering. "I-I'm so cold...."

"Ah yes! I was getting you a blanket", the moth didn't hesitate before quickly grabbing the blanket under the seats and wrapping Vox up as best as he can. "There we go, is that better...?"

Vox nodded and leaned against him. "Y-Yes...its- Het'SHUUUE!!!! HIP'SHUUUUE!!! Better...ugh..."

"Salud, don't worry baby. We're gonna be home soon, and you'll be able to relax in bed the rest of the time. Okay...?" He holds the poor man close as he shivers in response, wishing he could do more for him as he whispers sweet little nothings to him.

Once the limo arrived at the Vee tower he carried Vox bridal style inside the tower and to the elevator, heading to the main penthouse. Crossing the living room Velvette was sitting on the couch and looked over, eyes widening at thr sight of Vox and was gonna ask about him when Val put a finger to his lips, implicating to ask later and heads to the master bedroom. Laying him down gently Val gives a soft smile and strokes his "forehead".

"Why don't we get you into something more comfortable yeah...?" Reaching into the drawer he takes out a t-shirt and pajama bottoms for Vox, the tv demon groaning as he starts stripping down, Val carefully getting him dressed. "Val...my body hurts....and I'm still cold- I'PSHUUUE!!! HIT'ZZZZUU! Hah....HA'CHEW!!! HIT'CHEW!!!"

"Bless you my goodness, don't worry baby, I'm gonna get your heating pad okay? You just lay back and rest" Vox only nods and lays down as he pulls the blanket over again.

"Th-Thank you Val...HI'SHUUUE!!!! Ugh...thank you..."

Val nods as he leaves to go grab it, along with some medicine, a cold glass of water, and a box of tissues for him. When he walks back into the room he sees Vox sitting up giving a gurgling blow into his newly found handkerchief.

"Ugh...I wish my nose would just stop. I hate it. HIP'SHUUUUUE! I hate it so much...", he says with a soft sniffle. Val nods and leans down, carefully putting the heating pad under Vox's back and helps him lay back. "I know baby I know...I brought some medicine that should help with that okay...?" Vox simply nods as he blows his nose into the handkerchief again.

"Here, why don't I take that to wash for you? I got you a box of tissues for you to use." Complying quietly Vox just hands Val the crumpled up handkerchief, Val taking it quickly into the laundry room and tossing it with the load. Once he's back he has Vox take the medicine be brought. "Just make sure you drink the whole thing....there we go", the tv demon coughs slightly and sticks his tongue out at the taste.

"Nasty....", he sighs as he turns over with his back facing Val, keeping the blanket over him.

"Do you need anything else Voxie...? Vox...?", he gets nothing but a sniffle in reply. As the sniffling gets more consistent he plucks a couple tissues from the box and walks around to the other side, eyes softening. "Oh baby..."

Val sees Vox crying again, silent tears running down his cheeks as he gave soft sniffles. "I-I'm sorry....I couldn't stop thinking about him. I-I'm sorry..." the poor tc demon wept. Val shook his head and gave a soft smile. "Now now, what are you even apologizing for...?"

He gently takes Vox's head into his hands and gently starts wiping his eyes and cheeks with a tissue. "Pobrecito....you must be so tired...", Vox nodded as he sniffled. "Yeah....so tired....I just wanna- Ih....Ip'SHUUUE!! He'zzzZZZUUU!! Ugh...sorry...I just wanna sleep...."

Val nodded as he brought a tissue up to his tired husband's nose, letting him blow once again before carefully wiping him clean. "There we go, I'll dim the lights so you can sleep here", he says with a soft smile, about to get up when Vox reaches out and grabs his wrist. "Please don't leave me Val....please....", Vox begs weakly.

Leaning down Val nods as he kisses the top of his head. "Of course darling, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just gonna dim the lights and then come back to sit here with you", he reassures, smiling softly as he walks off, dimming the lights and coming back with a chair as promised, Vox once again taking his hand and closing his eyes.

"Val....tha n you...I love you....never leave me....like he did....", the words were spoken very softly from the sickly demon before slowly falling asleep. Val chuckled softly, he couldn't help but find him so precious and adorable in this state. Nodding he plants another kiss on top and whispers softly.

"Anything for you, mi amor. I promise"

[pleasebendmeoverxxx]

Drunk & tired p1

First time writing<3

(no hate please its my first time)

Fluff, use of y/n, alcohol, drunk, fingerykyk, petnames

You where partying with some friends, but you rather wanted to be with your friend chris so you texted him

Y/n : He y Chhgrisssyy!!’

Chris: hi, whats up y/n

Y/n: i rthing i wanee go homz

Chris: are you drunk?

Y/n: noo sillyy why would i

Y/n: come pick me up hottie

Chris: yhea you are clearly drunk.

Y/n: alsways yappingq

He arrived at the party and text you a “hi im at the party” message,

He then saw you, him opening the door for you while you get in “heeeyyy cutieee!!” She says a little to loud for him “how much have you been drinking huh?” He asked you and you just say again “heeyyy cutiee!!”

“Mygod” he says to himself

Time skip

you stumbled through the door, giggling at nothing in particular. Chris was right behind you, guiding your messy walking.

“okayyy y/n, we’re home” he smiled. He leads me to his room.

You lay down as fast as you could on the big soft bed

“Don’t you wanne shower or wash your makeup off?” He says while he places your arms around him carrying you like a little baby to the bathroom. He places you on the toiletseat so he can first wash your makeup off

You look at him in the eyes and scan his face he is so pretty and hot and sexy and sweet

You’re now slightly scratching his arm with your acrylic nails giving him some kind of pleasure,

“You like it?” You say as he nodded,

your fingers going now further upwards to his upperarm feeling his muscles as you sigh damn he is so hot

You take a step further and you go from his arms to his chest to his lower belly and now playing with his belt

“W-what are you…doing?” He asked nervously while he is still whiping your makeup off

“nothiiing” you say with blushing cheeks and flirty eyes

“So touchy all of the sudden?” He says with an arched eyebrow and i smile

You pretended not to hear him and kept playing with his belt when suddenly you heard a ‘click’ “oops” you say nervously laughing with even more redder cheeks

“What are you doing, silly?” He said with a smirk putting his belt back on with a click

You felt something in your stomach when he said that

You ignored him, looking at his lips than his eyes than his lips again i wanne kiss him

“Y/n?”He asked while he watched you stand up from the toilet

You hold his arm for balance not letting go of him, you stand close to him and watched his lips while He watched you with an confused expression

Your other hand is playing with his hair, you got closer and closer andddd you kiss him

a flood of goosebumps washing over you. he moaned into your mouth, your sweet, soft lips sending him to heaven. you stumbled back after letting him go, your shaky hands traveling to his belt struggling to undo it

“I-uh don’t do that sweetie” he stopped you before anything bad would happen that you would regret later, Chris knew you were drunk, no matter how much you begged him, You would not get what you wanted.

“Chris…i wanne make you feel good” you whined as your hand slowly went down between your legs

Chris shook his head crossing his arms

“Chris i- i am w-wet for you” he then noticed your hand moving under your dress, his eyes widened and he fast took your arm underneath your dress back to just your lap,

he is now blushing crazy growing a small bulge in his pants from knowing how needy you are for him

“My god y/n you are to drunk for this” he said nervously wishing she wasn’t drunk

“-i i need help chrissy” you say with puppy eyes while your hands now back at his belt trying to open it

He pushed your hands of him while he stepped out of the bathroom into his bedroom trying to find some comfy sweats and a black t-shirt he lays it on the counter,

He holds your shoulder trying to get you moved so she is with her back to him he find the zipper and unzipped her dress

“Oehh…I like where this is going big boy” you say sticking your ass out pushing to his small bulge in his pants going up and down

He moaned at the sudden friction not knowing what she was doing

When he noticed he pushed her shoulders sideways again so she is standing half naked right infront of him he than hands her the clothes that where waiting for her on the counter

“What is this” you asked with an arched eyebrow

“Clothes” he said, You’re confused now

“your going to bed you horny little baby” he said with a smile

“Nooo… i was not done with you chrisyyy” you say tugging on his shirt

“Yes you are sleepy head… you’re gonne go to bed and tomorrow your gonne have a very refreshing shower” he says with a bright smile,

i put on the clothes he gave me

“it smells like you.. the clothes… i like it”

He than picked me up to the bed and laid me down under the sheets i was all tugged in like a little baby, “goodnight sleepyhead see you tomorrow” he says

“Nooo wait chris” i yell at him as he stood in the doorway on his way to nicks room so you could sleep alone “what is it?” He asked with a slight smirk knowing what you would ask

“I want a nightkiss please” he than walked towards you and he kisses your head softly “goodnight cutie” he says i smile and say to him “ why don’t you wanne sleep with me?”

“Y/n isn’t that weird or something” he says nervously knowing they never slept together even tho they are very good friends

“No thats what friends do right” you say to him with a tired smile as he took his pants off and put on grey sweats. He got under the sheets and snuggled with you like a big spoon “goodnight chrissy” i say with a sleepy voice “goodnight cutie” he said to you

You both fall asleep like you’re two little kitty’s

[sanzuballs]

getting needy/teasing when hes around a friend

ft: law, luffy, zoro, sanji || fluffy suggestiveness

hi im back again! i am on wc island, heartbreaking. idk how tumblr works but i would love to recieve requests and everything! i also apologize for any grammar or spelling errors. i barely proofread and my autocorrect is always off lol n i do shit LATE at night. anyways time to get into it! ALSO (late) HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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law :

nahh he dont put up with that. while him and a one of his crewmates talked, you decided to cause some michief. you sat next to him and tugged on his shirt, kissed his cheek, and even pouted and whined. he ignored you. he wasnt going to let you have your way. the only thing he could think about is how annoyingly needy you are and how wet you probably were right now. but once his crewmate started giving glances to your short skirt that started riding up your thighs, he picked you up bridal style. he carried you to his bedroom. you whined as he started to take your clothes off.

“lawww, why did you have to ignore me?” you whine as your tits were on display.

“i dont tolerate dumb sluts that just wann get fucked all the time,” he takes your panties off and watches as your slick sticked to your tiny panties. “this is gonna teach you a lesson dumb baby. dont hold back your moans, i want everyone to know just how much of a slut you are for me, and me only.”

luffy :

its a beautiful day on the thousand sunny, ussop and luffy were out trying to catch some fish but ussop was slowly falling asleep. sadly, theres a heat between your legs that only your boyfriend could put out. he has been catching sea kings all day so he was a bit exhausted. you first decided to sit on his lap.

“ha, whats this about y/n?” he smiles at you. ussop bats a eye to you and luffy’s convo.

“i need you luffy.”you whisper into his ear. you pout at him and you press your heat on his thigh. he could feel the slick of your pussy through your panties. he wraps hims noodly arms around you.

“alright then. goodbye ussop!” he grabs you and gives you a piggyback ride to his room.

“im sorry i didnt mean to interrupt you.” you said as he pulled your panties off and flipped up the skirt you had on.

“‘s okay baby.” he smiles as he trails wet kisses up your thighs.

zoro:

god bless his impatient heart. and god bless your bratty heart…

it was probably the most boring day ever on earth for the straw hat pirates. you were drifting on sea to the next island but it was a long wait. zoro decided to snag some booze from the fridge and sanji was there, sharping his knives. but ofcourse you had to follow your boyfriend into the kitchen. while riding on his back, ofcourse.

“y/n! do you want something, ive got some time on my hands!” sanji says. zoro doesnt really mind because he knows how sanji is. and he knows your his. you smile at sanji.

“a martini please! thanks sanji!” you say. he whips one right up and zoro waits patiently to drink with you. them sanji hands you a beautiful martini.

“ro’ i want you to pour it in my mouth.” you look up at him and you mix your drink around and suck the straw.

“y/n,” he says sternly. “why are you like this.”

“c’mon please!?” sanji takes a quick glance and eyebrow bat to zoro.

“a lady should get what she wants.” sanji says.

“im glad someone in this room knows how to treat a woman.” you taunt your boyfriend. he obviously knew you to treat you well but seeing him mad is too good to miss. zoro takes the martini.

“open up.” zoro says. he then pours the liquid all over your thin shirt, revealing your lacy bra.

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i was gonna write for ace too BUT IDK BRO I DONT THINK I PHYSICALLY CAN BC I DONT THINK HES ALL THAT.

[imaginativeavengers]

The Missing Piece: Part Twelve

Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess. When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more interesting.

Summary: It’s a fresh start. Time to mend some bridges and start figuring out this relatonship.

Word Count: 7.5K

Warnings: Smut, talk of toxic work environment, talk of a toxic previous relationship, talk poly relationship, talk of disappearance, work anxiety and pressure, slow build, slow burn, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, under 18s dni

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<< Part Eleven || Part Thirteen >>

Over the next few days, you found that the three of you were practically inseparable. Still, you felt more comfortable slept in the guest bedroom each night, but it was really the only time that you found some space from them. Sometimes during the day one of them would breakaway for an hour or so to oversee some business, you never asked and they never told, it seemed like a little bit of an unspoken rule, they wanted to keep you as far from their business-life as they could muster.

In these short days you discovered how truly loving that they both were. Rarely a moment passed when one of them wasn’t touching you, caressing you, kissing you, or that they weren’t doing anything like that to each other. Each time that they would kiss you would find yourself completely enamoured with each other, at first you thought you might be jealous of watching them interact so romantically with each other, but that wasn’t even an emotion that came into your conscious. It made your heart race each time you saw their lips brush against one another, chuckling before their tongues tangled, huffing and groaning at just the presence of one another.

The only time that you seemed to have a break from their love was when you were in public, there they were a little more subtle about their affections. When they had invited you out for brunch one morning you were completely ecstatic, sipping on mimosas’ whilst listening to the two of them chatter happily, not talking about work, but mentioning their friends or family as they referred to them. “You’re being quiet, bunny.” Steve observed, quirking a brow softly in your direction. “I’m just quietly observing.” You answered, giggling softly and shuffling in your seat.

“Quietly observing.” Bucky smirked, placing down the champagne flute and leaning over to rub his hand over your knee. “Do you feel comfortable, doll?” He asked, they had questioned that a lot over the past few days, along with whether you were happy, or you felt safe. You supposed that you had been a little quiet, trying to figure out where you fit in, or perhaps what your role was within the relationship. You were sure those question would be answered with time, right now you just needed to enjoy these first few weeks that were always filled with such love and romance. “You know, I start my new job next week.” You announced, attempting at making conversation. “I’m a little nervous, honestly.”

Reaching across Steve placed his hand over your own, smiling in such a comforting away before saying. “You don’t need to be nervous, you’re gonna do great.” He promised, gifting you a soft wink. “Timmy is a pretty good guy, I’m sure he isn’t going to make things too difficult in your first week.” Bucky quipped making you smile whilst shaking your head. “You know, I get the feeling that he wouldn’t like being called Timmy…” Simply in response Bucky shrugged, flagging down a waitress and ordering another three drinks and turning his attention back to you. “Maybe we could carpool, it’s the same building, right?”

“That’s a cute idea.” Steve hummed, chewing on a chunk of melon before looking over at Bucky. “We’ve never carpooled, Bucky was always up too early.” Then gifting him a pointed look that left the brunette rolling his eyes. “I guess you’ll just have two choices of what time you wanna drive to work. Either on time with me, or late with Steve.” It was becoming clear that this was a point of contention to them. “Maybe I’ll just walk…” You muttered jokingly, accepting the glass from the waitress and taking a big swig.

Steve simply smirked and then noted. “Oh, I got a message from Clint as a reminder for the Gala next week.” He looked at Bucky pointedly. “Maybe that is something we could do together?” He offered, then looking towards you. “What do you say, bunny? Would you want to attend a charity gala with us? We’d finally get the chance to show you off, I know that Kate and Yelena are dying to meet you.” “I-I don’t think I have anything to wear.”

A hearty chuckle came from Bucky, quirking as he asked. “Then why don’t we get you something nice to wear?” You quirked a brow as you looked towards Bucky. “We live in one of the fashion capitals of the world, you don’t think we’ll be able to find you something fantastic to wear?” He smirked then before looking towards Steve. “Plus, you’ll find that Steve here isn’t that open to high-end fashion, it’s usually a sweater, or a simple suit and tie from him.”

“Sounds like Bucky’s found himself a little doll to dress up.” Steve teased tersely from across the table, perhaps a little offended by Bucky’s jabs towards his clothing choices. He was a safe dresser; he knew what looked good on him and what he felt comfortable in, maybe in his line of work he felt like he needed to be ready for any possibility, wearing some uncomfortable high-end fashion garb might restrict him from being able to do that.

A quiet hum came from you before nodding towards Bucky. “I don’t see why we can’t go look at clothes, but I won’t be getting paid for a little while, so I’m on a tight budget.” You reminded him in a stern tone. Both share a look, you were sure that they would have had to live on a budget at some point in their lives, but if their beautifully furnished townhouse and excessively luxurious cars told you anything it was that they were no strangers to spending money now they had it in abundance. “We’ll see.” Bucky retorted a wink.

Towards the end of your wonderful brunch, you removed the silk napkin from your lap and rose, excusing yourself quietly and wandering to find the restrooms. “Well, I am surprised to see you here…” That snide tone could only belong to one person, turning on your heel and attempting your kindest smile towards Serena, the mother of your ex-boyfriend Oliver. Just how were you supposed to look her in the eye when Steve had told you about giving Oliver a lesson in respect.

“Serena.” You say softly, turning fully to face her, not wanting to give her any chance to see any signs of weakness. “I’m just here having brunch with…” What were they to you exactly? Your boyfriends? Your partners? Your polygamous soulmates? You hadn’t really considered that you were going to have to explain your relationship to people eventually or must find some way to refer to your relationship. Not that it was anyone’s business anyway, but your parents would need to know, and your friends. “Just some people…”

A quiet hum came from her perfectly glossed lips.  “Yes, I had noticed you were with company.” Not failing to notice just how her eye twitched, not even the obnoxious amount of botox she’d poured into her face could have masked that unsettling reaction. “I have been hoping to hear from you. I’m sure you’ve heard that Oliver is still missing – not that the police are opening to considering that.” Huffing and crossing her arms over her chest. “They say with his past of gallivanting around the globe that his mysterious disappeared isn’t any real cause for concern.”

It seemed that Serena never missed an opportunity to remind you that nothing you ever did for Oliver wasn’t good enough. It was like that when you were together and it remained that way now that you were apart too. “Serena, I’m sorry. It must be a worry, but I’ve done everything that I can. I’ve spoken to the police; I gave them all the information that I could and I’ve even tried contacting him myself. I’m not sure what more you’d like me to do.” You continued to remind yourself that this was a mother that was worried for the safety of her only child, but it wasn’t something that you should have any more involvement in as you simply didn’t have any further information for helping her to find Oliver.

A quiet huff seeped from Serena’s glossy painted lips, eyes flickering down to the dainty watch on her wrist. “I wish I could stay and chat more, but I’m late for an appointment with my masseuse.” Raising her steely gaze again to settle uneasily on you. “Look after yourself.” There was no true emotion behind her words, simply turning on her expensive Louboutin and stalking away with her head held high.

The second that Serena was out of sight you entered the restroom, standing in front of the mirror and taking a few breaths to calm yourself. There was something about that woman that made you extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t like you were some pushover, but every biting comment from that witch made you just want to give up. Perhaps it was years of endless battles and her reminding you that you weren’t good enough for her precious son, or perhaps it was that you didn’t have the energy to fight her anymore now that you didn’t want Oliver anymore.

After a few moments of solitude, you exited the restroom, wandering across the restaurant to join Bucky and Steve back at their table, sitting between them both. “Everything okay?” Bucky questioned, as if he had some weird ability to know that something was wrong. “Oh, nope. I’m great.” You could tell that Bucky wasn’t convinced. “Just a little headache, maybe one too many mimosas, I never was a good day drinker.” You smirked, tapping the side of your champagne flute.

A warm chuckle came from Steve as his hand drifted up and down your spine, his attempt to comfort you. “I did try and warn you, sweetheart.” He muttered. “There is no use trying to keep up with Buck.” Then shooting his brunette partner a playful wink. “Just let us settle the bill and we’ll get you home for a nap, hmm?” The idea of curling up on their comfortable couch for an hour sounded like a dream.

As the waiter approached for payment you were just about to snatch your card from your purse, but Bucky was much quicker. He placed down his glossy black card before you even figured out the final total. They kept assuring you that you could pay for the next outing, but they always seemed to change their minds last minute. It was clear they were both wealthy, most people didn’t walk around with luxury bank cards in their wallets, driving in the flashiest cars and living in prime real-estate, but there were times when you wanted to spoil them too.

After collection your personal items, like bags and coats, you all wandered out into the crisp afternoon air. The sight of Sam leaning against his Mercedes was something that you couldn’t ignore. He certainly wasn’t there when you had all arrived, but he looked like he had something he needed to say. Approaching the two he took Bucky to one side and began to mutter lowly to him about whatever was troubling him. “C’mon, bunny.” Steve’s hand pressed against your lower back. “I think that Bucky is gonna be needed at work.” At work… like, at his mob work. That violent side just wasn’t something that you could easily ignore, but would it be better for you and the relationship to just be ignorant.

Popping open the door Steve guided you into the passenger seat before approaching Sam and Bucky, finding out the story of whatever was going to be dragging Bucky away. Once he was sufficiently filled in Bucky leaned in to press a hard kiss to his lips whilst Sam wandered back to climb into his Mercedes and wait patiently with the engine rumbling. You hadn’t realised that Bucky had approached Steve’s car until the door popped open and he knelt beside you. “I’ve got some work to see you, bunny.” Then taking your hand to press a soothing kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll see you at the club later with Stevie.” Tugging you towards him to pepper your lips with a few kisses and then tugging himself away.

Bucky then returned to Sam’s car, whilst Steve went back to his own. He climbed in and sat beside you, watching them both speed off down the street and then look over to you. “We should get home. How are you feeling?” Simply you shrugged, knowing that they both were in this dangerous job now left you worrying for their safety when moments like this occurred, it certainly wasn’t like you were seeing them off to some simple office job. “Baby, there isn’t anything to worry about.” It was almost as if Steve was reading your mind, maybe he had those same concerns whenever he was apart from Bucky. “I don’t trust many people by Bucky’s side, but Sam and Nat, I trust them. They’re our family. They’ve been with us for years; we’ve grown up with them.”

“Is he going to be doing something dangerous?” You asked, trying to convince yourself that you didn’t want to know specific details, but also wanting to know that Bucky wasn’t walking into shoot out. “He’s only going to be dealing with a subordinate. The guy has been causing us some trouble and Sam thinks he has some lead on him.” You nodded; it seemed that Steve wasn’t about to give you any details either. “Anyway, we should get you home.” He decided once again, starting his car with a thunderous roar before tearing off down the street too.

The nap that you shared with Steve was everything that you had been dreaming off. The two of you cuddled up on their comfortable couch, ample room for you both to spread out with fuzzy blanket thrown over you both. Those dangerously strong arms wrapped around your frame, tugging your back against his chest whilst he snored lowly into your throat and the silence of the room was filled by some old sitcom on the TV.

It had worked wonders in taking your mind off whatever Bucky could be doing, or whatever trouble he could be getting into. As you stirred from your slumber your groggy attention was drawn to the TV, becoming consumed in watching as the two characters on screen made up after some initial bickering, vowing to always be friends and always be there for one another. It was cheesy, but it made you think back to Wanda. A sad sigh fell from your lips as you thought to her at this time, not knowing if she was recovering well from the break-in or continuing to worry and dwell.

It was difficult to leave that bridge broken. Wanda had been such an important part of your life for such a long time now, it wasn’t the first time you had both fallen out, but this had been the longest that you hadn’t spoken before. You knew that you needed to make this right, if she was willing to stand your presence then you certainly had some explaining to do.

You feel the way that Steve begins to stir from behind you, squeezing you a little tighter against his muscular form. “Steve, I think I might visit Wanda today.” It was still mid-afternoon and that fuzziness from the mimosas had finally flooded away from your mind now. “I can’t leave things like this with her.”

“I get it.” His voice was adorably groggy, clearing his throat softly and letting out a soft exhale against your throat. “Do you really think she’d be ready to speak with you yet? You said she was pretty pissed with you.” Steve reminded you, one night after a few too many wines you had spilled everything to Steve and Bucky about what had happened between you two.

Your voice was tiny in response. “I don’t know.” Then letting out a small sigh. “But I need to try. I know if I can just be in the same room as her then I’ll be able to explain myself.” You leaned back against Steve then and just allowed yourself to relax. “And at least apologise for Bucky showing up like he did.” “Probably wise, apologising doesn’t come naturally to Bucky.” Then leaning down to press a soft kiss under the shell of your ear. “But sweetheart, you know that Bucky didn’t mean any harm, right?” You simply nod in response. “I know. I get it. It was just bad timing, but it still hurt Wanda’s feelings and it still caused trouble in our friendship, something I cherish dearly.”

After a few more moments of lounging together you forced yourself to your feet, stretching softly and gazing back at Steve. “Do you want me to come with you?” “No, it’s okay.” Tugging your hoody on and continuing. “I think we need to talk alone. Plus, how am I gonna talk about you if you’re there~” You tease as a big grin flashes onto your face.

“Oh, so you’re gonna talk about me? I thought it was Bucky that was in trouble.” He responded, quirking a brow and smirking. “Well, you didn’t stop him from making that mistake.” Then giggling as you wandered around the couch. “Yeah, it isn’t that often that I can stop Bucky from making a mistake, sweetheart.” Steve then called back to you, causing your laughter to float through the home.

You spent some time waking up after your nap and priming yourself to be a little more presentable before heading from the townhouse. Steve had insisted on driving you to Wanda’s bakery, but you had been persuasive enough to let him leave the two of you alone to talk out your problems. He pulled up beside the store and leaned over to gift you a short, but inspiring kiss. “Just call me when you need a ride home. I’ll be close.” It didn’t particularly surprise you that Steve would linger, you simply nodded and then climbed from his luxurious car to approach the bakery.

It was quiet as you stepped inside, there were a few customers placed in seats but mostly empty, which wasn’t unusual for this time. It did feel as if the space had returned to some type of normalcy, though you were sure that wasn’t the case for Wanda or Vision. Their home was just above the bakery, this asshole had completely invaded their privacy, wrecked their sense of comfort in their home and workplace.

“Oh, hey…” The familiar voice of Pietro caught your attention. “We haven’t seen you around here in a while.” He mentioned whilst his hands fiddling with the front of his apron, sheepishly avoiding your gaze. “If you’re looking for Wan then she’s in the back.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

“Did she say anything to you about me?” You quizzed, trying to eke out as much information before approaching Wanda as possible. Pietro simply shrugged, stepping aside so that you could use the door to step past him towards the kitchen area.

From all this time you’d know Wanda you knew that the kitchen was where she felt at her most serene. Wanda had told you all these stories of learning to cook and bake from her Mother back in her home country. It was heart-breaking to think that the twins had been torn away from their home whilst they were still so young, losing what little family that they had and having to try and survive growing up in the system.

As you entered the kitchen you caught sight of Wanda standing at her workstation, focusing on a dough, beating it aggressively against the counter. “Are you pretending that dough is me?” There was no denying the tiny smile that broke across Wanda’s lips. “No, I’m pretending it’s the person who broke into my bakery…” Yet another loud slam of dough connecting with the shiny aluminium countertop.

After a few short moments of silence, Wanda asked. “How are your parents?” Still, she didn’t meet your gaze. “Oh, they’re okay.” You settled with a tender shrug of your shoulders. “It was good to see them and to get out of town for a while, just to be able to clear my head.” Casually you leaned back against the refrigeration unit. It was like you could feel this giant chasm between you two, never had your relationship felt so awkward and stiff before, usually you both could talk about anything or anyone, but now it just felt like you were bottling up all these secrets from her. “That’s good.” Wanda quipped.

The tension was beginning to be unbearable. A deep sigh pulled from your throat as you requested. “Wan, will you just look at me for a second?” In a slow but restrained way Wanda craned her neck to meet your eyeline. “I didn’t come here to make small talk and pretend like nothing happened. I came here to try and make things right with you.” Your words were sincere enough to make Wanda fully turn in your direction, removing her gloves to then cross her arms over her chest. “Wanda, I have been selfish and insensitive your pain. I couldn’t imagine what you could have been going through and I didn’t know because I wasn’t there either. I’m sorry, Wanda. If I could have done things different, I would in a heartbeat.”

There was this long beat of silence, it made you stomach twist and turn in apprehension. The last thing you wanted to do was lose your friendship with Wanda. You just wanted to go back to when things were good with her. “Thank you for saying that.” Her voice was sweet and sincere, seeing small tears lining her eyes that made your heart sink. Without thinking you rushed across the room, wrapping your arms around her and holding her tight against your frame. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight at the time.”

“Wanda, it’s okay.” You assured her gently, rubbing her back to show that you truly meant what you were saying. Pulling back, she gazed up at you before muttering softly. “I’m glad you came to see me. I was worried that I might’ve scared you away for good.” She sniffled a few times before taking a step back to leave a little distance between you both.

“Heh. You’d have to do better than that to get rid of me, Wanda.” Then gifting her a playful push on the shoulder which made her hiccup out a sad little laugh. “So, I guess the cops haven’t made any progress in finding the thief?” You assumed, tying your arms over your chest and looking at her with a compassionate expression.

The redhead simply sighed and responded. “Nope. That asshole is probably long gone now with a bag full of money from the register and… and my mom’s locket.” You heart dropped, eyes shooting over to the hook where the precious piece of jewellery hung. It was a priceless family heirloom, the only thing that she had left that had belonged to her mother. “I don’t even care about the money, but… but the necklace…” She sniffled a few times before shaking her head, pushing away those negative emotions. “I can’t keep dwelling on it. I just need to accept it.”

“I can’t believe anyone would be that heartless.” You muttered coldly, shaking your head, eyes lingering over on that hook. It felt so strange that necklace now being there, like something was missing, as if a person was gone. It had always felt like Wanda’s mother had looked over the kitchen, she had been there through the good and the bad times, but now stolen it felt a lot colder in there. “Yeah.” Her voice was small, shaking her head before grabbing a new set of gloves to return to her dough.

You just wanted to make this right for her. “Maybe… Maybe we could go to some pawnshops around the city? Maybe they would have tried to pawn it for money, you know?” You offered, trying to find some solutions, or find some hope to this already awful situation. “I had that same idea. Pietro and I went to some, but none of them had it or had seen it.” You simply frowned in defeat. “Oh…” You muttered.

A tired sigh came from Wanda as she shook her head. “I’ve just been focusing on other things, just to get my mind off it… I’ve taken up pottery, there is this cute little shop a few blocks over, the owner is nice. We talk a little about business and they are even talking about starting a community watch, which I’m on board for.” She explained, this sounded positive, something good for Wanda to put her focus into, she always had been a force to be reckoned with.

“That’s great.” You smiled a little. “That sounds like a really good cause Wanda.” It felt good to encourage her to be doing something good with all this anger. “Yeah, and I spoke to them about security businesses too…” You stomached dropped at her words, this was something you had been dreading talking to her about. “They said something about some sketchy guys coming to pay them a visit, offering their services to keep trouble away.”

You gulped. “Oh… right…” Then gnawing on your lower lip for a moment. “You’re talking about Bucky…” She simply hummed, gazing over her shoulder towards you to see if you were going to try and protect him. “Wanda, I promise that there weren’t any ill-intensions behind his actions. It was just a mixture of bad timing and emotions being high.” You explained. “He is very sorry though, Wanda. He never meant to offend you or hurt you.” Bucky hadn’t said those words specifically, but you knew that they were true, he had nothing against Wanda and would never want to hurt her.

“So, you made a decision, huh? You’re together now?” Wanda assumed, you nodded. “With them both? Like, a throuple, or something?” These were the types of questions that you had been fearful of answering, but the answer slipped so easily from your lips it surprised you. “Yeah, we are. It wasn’t something I really thought about exploring before but we’re trying.”

She nodded. “Just be careful.” Wanda’s voice was tiny, gifting you a concerned look. “I don’t wanna see you end up hurt.” With all the information that she had about Steve and Bucky she’d couldn’t explain it, but she just knew there was something dangerous about them. From meeting Bucky to hearing what Pietro and Detective Danvers said. It was all a strange mixture of danger and concern, but all she cared about was then you were safe.

“I’m fine, Wan.” You assured her with a gracious smile. “I’m really fine.”

It was nice spending some time catching up with Wanda. After the shop closed the two of you curled up onto a couch with a couple coffees and just spoke about all the things that you’d missed. Wanda explained how that Vision got a promotion in his tech job, so they’re looking to move out of the apartment above the shop and into a bigger one. That meant that they were starting to think about having kids too. “Nothing is concrete yet, but Vis mentioned that it could be something he’d want soon. Just after we’ve settled into our new place.”

The news shocked you. That type of news always shocked you. The thought of your friends moving into new phases of their lives, having babies, getting married, travelling the world. Rather than dwell on your own phase of life you simply smiled and Wanda and said. “I can’t wait to be a Godmother.” She laughed in response, leaning forward to place down her mug on the table.

The conversation shifted then to her asking plenty of questions about your budding relationship with Bucky and Steve, easy questions at first like sleeping situations and such, but then bordering into deeper questions that left you feeling a little hot and stuttering over the answers.

Eventually you decided that it was late enough that you should probably call Steve to come collect you. It didn’t take long for his luxurious car to pull up kerbside. The two of you wandered outside to where Steve was just climbing from his car. “Hey there…” Steve greeted Wanda kindly before leaning down and gifting you a kiss, holding you tightly to his side. “Hey.” Her voice was tight, clearly still a little guarded in Steve’s presence.

“I guess we’ll be spending a little more time together.” He assumed, looking down at you with a wink before then back over at Wanda. “We were gonna be heading to a club tonight, if you wanted to join us?” It was beginning to become clear that you and Wanda were in two very different stages of life, she was trying for a baby and moving apartments and you were going to the club with your boyfriends for an evening of dancing and drinking. It wasn’t bad it was just different.

“Thanks, but I can’t. I’ll need to get up early to open tomorrow morning.” She then gestured behind her. “Yeah, we understand.” Steve squeezed your hip. “Maybe we could set up a dinner for another night.” It warmed you heart as Wanda extended an olive branch, it wasn’t Steve or Bucky were going anywhere so the fact that she was trying to mend bridges really meant a lot to you. “I’ll text you some dates.” She assured you before gifting you a soft smile, things really were going back to normal.

After you said your goodbyes to Wanda, you bundled yourself into Steve’s car and allowed him to speed you down the street towards the townhouse. Happily, you informed Steve about everything you had spoken about with Wanda, explaining how you had made up with her and that things were beginning to feel normal again. Just from the smile on Steve’s face you could tell that he was genuinely happy that you had made mends with your friend.

Once the two of you returned to the townhouse you both went to get ready for a night out. You spent time ensuring that everything was prim and perfect, brushing down your outfit as you glanced at yourself in the mirror. “Goddamn…” A low huff came from behind you, in the reflection you watched as Steve stepped up behind you, his warm hands finding your waist tugging you close to his frame as he cups and caressed at your curves. “How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?”

“I don’t…” You giggled in response, leaning your head back against him. A low growl came from the blonde, pressing his crotch into your ass for just a moment before pulling back. “Our ride is waiting.” He explained, trying to keep his voice firm, as if fighting every inner thought that was telling him to throw you down and never make it to the club – maybe that was something you wanted too.

Regardless, you headed out onto the street where a sleek towncar was eagerly waiting, Steve popped open the door and allowed you to climb inside first before sinking in after, wrapping his arm over your shoulder and tugging you into his side warmly. “Is everything okay with Bucky? I sent him a message, but…” “He’s fine, bunny.” Steve replied evenly, keeping his eyes focused forward on the traffic, almost as if he was weighing up any dangers that might’ve been lurking out there. “Just dealing with some business. Nothing to worry about.”

After a short ride you arrived at the club that they owned, climbing out there was a line of people waiting outside. Steve rounded the car and took your hand, leading you to the front and straight through the door. The ability to be able to skip almost any line was something that you could certainly get used to. You remembered first moving to the City, having to queue up outside almost any venue or club in all temperatures, it was something that you’d gladly leave behind.

Allowing you to step inside first Steve’s hands stayed firmly on your waist, guiding you through the crowded floor area. It was clear that these people knew that Steve was important as each of them parted to allow you both passage. Without wasting another moment Steve was leading you up to the private area, it was overlooking the entire club, adorned with plush couches and ice buckets filled with champagne bottles. Looking towards Steve he collapsed back onto one of the couches, kicking his feet up onto the glass table as he told a waitress a very specific order of drinks and then winked towards you as he patted the space beside him.

“So…” You began, wandering towards him and slinking down. “You own this place?” You quizzed, voice a little raised to try and combat the rolling bass that was pumping just beneath you both. In response Steve simply nodded, rubbing his hand over the expanse of your back in a comforting way. “You know, I used to come here back when I was in college…” He quirked a brow then. “I, uh… I had a good friend who could make fake IDs.” You snickered, shaking your head as you remembered just how your heart would race every time you pass it over to a bouncer.

“Fake ID?” There was clear amusement to his tone. “Oh, and here we were thinking that you were this good girl~” Those talented fingers tickled against your frame making you squirm beside him, sitting upright Steve leaned in close, pressing a few wayward kisses against your shoulder and throat. “I am a good girl. I just like to have a little fun too.” You purred, scrunching your nose in a playful way as you turned to be closer, brushing your lips against this own.

Just as you were about to sink into a passionate kiss your drinks arrived, plucking the colourful cocktail from the tray and smirking as you wrapped your lips seductively around the straw and taking a long swig. “Mmm, oh. This is fantastic.” You announced happily, taking another swig. “Oh, you just have to try this.” Then urging as you held your glass towards him.

Slipping it from your fingers Steve inspects it for a moment before smirking and responding. “Gladly.” In a moment his hand slid around the back of your throat, pulling you forward into that passionate kiss you’d missed only moments ago. Daringly his tongue slid into your mouth, swirling and lapping at your own before forcing himself to tug away and humming in approval. “You’re so right, baby. It’s delicious.” He smirked, licking those perfect lips so slowly it taunted you.

Shortly after you ordered another round of drinks, it seemed that Steve had someone close at all time running drinks. It was like your own little slice of Heaven up in the private section, you weren’t completely drowned in a sea of people, clambering over each other to attempt to grab the attention of the overly busy bartenders or fighting off grabby hands that were vying for your attention. No, instead all you had to focus on was Steve and that was something you could happily live with.

Soon enough your eyes began to wander, watching the people on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with one another. It was filling you with this sense of restlessness, wanting to be sharing that experience with Steve. With slightly lowered inhibition you glanced towards Steve and asked quicky. “Do you wanna dance?”

There was a long pause as Steve was mid drink sip, looking at you before chuckling. “Do I wanna dance? No thanks, Bunny.” He scoffed, shaking his head which made you crease your brow and respond in confusion. “Well, what is the point of owning a club if you don’t wanna dance?” It was a simple enough question that made Steve chuckle as he ordered another round of drinks, flagging down a nearby staff member and describing what he wanted them to fetch.

As they diligently listed to the order you stated confidently. “I want to dance. I’m gonna dance.” Raising up from the couch and rounding for the exit to the private section before Steve could even react. “Bunny!” He grumbled before calling your name as you briskly moved down the steps towards the dance floor.

The music was louder down there, people yelling and cheering around you in their groups, couples grinding against one another as you manoeuvred through them all. Sinking further and further into the crowd you allowed the music to slowly take over, just letting loose and having some fun like you had initially planned.

After a few moments of dancing alone a set of hands found your waist, tugging you backwards against a firm chest and gasping about to turn give that person a piece of your mind but a set of lips brushing against the shell of your ear made you freeze. “You shouldn’t run from me like that, bunny.” Steve muttered firmly in your ear, hips grinding into your rear as you both swayed to the music. “I hardly ran, Steve.” You chided back. “Plus, doesn’t seem like you don’t like to dance~”

“I don’t…” He grumbled, yet his hips continued to circle and grind against your own in a rhythmic way. His hands wound around your frame, touching and groping at parts of your band that he had been craving to touch for weeks, parts that he had been dreaming about, thing that Bucky had simply told him about.

His perfect lips ghosted against your throat, lapping and suckling at your skin causing you to lean back into him, mouth parting in ecstasy, practically panting as you allowed yourself to sink further into Steve.  “Let me take you home.” He growled in your ear. “I can’t stand all these people and I just need you, Bunny.” The words made a sweet whine escape from your lips. “Say yes, bunny. Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you too, Stevie.” You purred simply, suddenly those strong arms locked securely around your frame and Steve was guiding you towards the exit. Both clambering into the back of a waiting towncar and speeding off down the street as Steve grumbled at the driver to move it. The two of you were so enthralled in each other you didn’t notice the perverse glances that the driver was getting from his rear view mirror.

Soon enough you arrived back at the townhouse, Steve climbed out first before pulling you alongside him. A quick yelp escaped your lips as he lifted you from your feet, carrying you up the steps and into the house. Your hands guided his face to your own, kissing him with passion and lust, giggling as he practically sprinted up the stairs two at a time.

Entering the bedroom Steve allowed you to drop onto the bed, giggling as you bounced on the soft material. “Steve!” He dropped onto your frame, kissing you again feverishly, causing soft whimpers and moans to pull from your throat. “Easy now, Stevie. You might break her~” The sound of Bucky’s voice acme from across the room, causing you to gasp as you tugged away from the kiss and glanced in his direction. You were both certainly a sight for his tired eyes, clothes bunched, lips swollen hair tousled. “Go on…” He urged with a playful smirk on his lips.

Without hesitation Steve found your lips again, sinking his tongue into your mouth and evading and dominating you in that exact moment. You could feel his hands winding around your frame, pushing up the material of your dress over your hips. You were overly aware of Bucky’s presence, glancing at his wandering form, dress shirt unbuttoned loosely to allow his chest to be exposed and unbuckling his watch as he took a seat beside you both.

It was a big distraction, especially the moment that the top half of your dress was tugged down to expose your breasts, bouncing before both of their eyes and causing Steve to grunt out. “Fuck yes~” That dangerous tongue sliding from his mouth, swirling around your nipple lovingly. You gaped at the action, arching your back and unable to tear your eyes away from Bucky who simply smirked as he brushed his nimble fingers over your features delicately. “Look at Stevie.” He commanded in a soft tone.

“Ow!” A sharp noise came from your throat as Steve’s teeth nipped at your nipple. “You keep your eyes on me, sweetheart or else we’re gonna have problems.” He threatened teasingly. Slowly he began to kiss down your frame, taking in every inch of your sweet skin, humming and nuzzling his face into your soft flesh until finally he was seat between your legs. “Shit…” He muttered softly, gasping as you felt Steve peel your panties down, handing them off to Bucky who took them and brought them up to his nose to inhale deeply. “Fucking perfect.” He growled.

“Damn right she is.” Steve chuckled in response, spreading your legs and humming as he presses a couple stray kisses to your inner thighs. “Steve, you don’t have to do that…” The only response that Steve gifted you was his sudden attack on your cunt, lapping and suckling with his talented tongue as he sank down to get more comfortable between your legs. “Ohfuck~” You cried out, arching your back harshly off the mattress. “Ho-ohh-ly… Ohgod~”

“Does that feel good, bunny?” The sound of Bucky’s warm voice invaded your thoughts, prying your eyes open to look at him, feeling his fingers softly drawing lines over your face. “You’re our good girl, aren’t you? Hmm?” You nodded, mouth open and small drip of drool running down the side of your face. “Can’t imagine the things that we’re gonna do to you. We’re gonna ruin you, bunny. Destroy you.” You made a soft noise and it made Bucky chuckle in response, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be our pretty bunny girl. Our little cum slut.”

A noise of appreciation slipped from your throat as Steve sunk two fingers into your waiting cunt, causing you to whiner and whimper. “We’re gonna fuck every hole, bunny. Gonna give you everything. Gonna show you things you didn’t know were possible or hadn’t seen before.” Your eyes closed when suddenly Bucky’s hand tightened on your cheeks, smooching them together and forcing you to look up at him. “Eyes open, sweetheart. We’re not through with you yet.” “B-uh-ucky…” You whimpered. “St-Stevie~” You cried eyes shooting down to where he was thoroughly enjoying eating your swollen and weeping pussy.

The more that Bucky spoke and Steve acted the faster your orgasm was building, whining and babbling about how you were close only made them both smile, Bucky caressed your face, muttering soft little compliments whilst Steve pumped his fingers quicker, pummelling his fingers tips against a special spot that made your entire frame shudder and tremble. “C’mon, bunny. Cum for us. Show us how much you adore us.” Bucky pressed causing you to final succumb to your orgasm, arching your back and calling out in pure passion and ecstasy.

With the way that Steve’s fingers and tongue moved it felt as if your orgasm went on for hours, feeling completely exhausted by the time you were coming down, whining and scooting away from Steve’s frame. “Easy, Stevie…” Bucky smirked. “Let our girl breathe…” He commanded as you felt your eyes beginning to get heavier and heavier, body sinking further into the mattress. “Don’t worry, Stevie. I’ll take care of you whilst our girl rests.” Those were the last words you heard before your sleepy brain took over, you wanted to keep your eyes open to witness the delicious act but it was all too much for your body.

You were unsure how long later you awoke, eyes open and feeling the presence of two warm bodies around you. A small smile pressed to your lips as Steve slumbered nosily in front of you, arm thrown over his face and sheets pushed aside from his warm body. Just behind you Bucky tucked himself around your frame, face pressed against your back and arm slung over your hip with his hand resting on Steve’s lower stomach.

For a moment you wondered if maybe you should remove yourself and return to your room, but you felt so secure with them around you, like there wasn’t anywhere else that you were supposed to be, like everything had been leading to this moment. A smile pressed to your lips as you sank back down into the comfortable sheets and closed your eyes falling back into that peaceful slumber with ease.

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I Saw You In My Dream Ep 5&6 Thoughts

Ya know. Some days you find yourself caught in a thunderstorm with sopping wet shoes, a full bladder, wasted CTA fare, and nothing but sheer willpower to get yourself home. Did that happen to me today? Don’t worry about it. I had the world’s teeniest umbrella. Pray for my shoes. Anyhway, I got home earlier than I expected so I can watch at least one episode tonight! Yay! I might even be able to catch up entirely. At which point I start my NEXT liveblog because I’m having fun with this. As always, under the cut:

I am very curious about why Ai is scared of the dark. I cannot wait to learn more. Mmmm delicious delicious backstory trauma is waiting for me.

Also that dream seemed terrifying. Well…nightmare. I too would have woken up screaming. 

His trauma…is getting stuck…in the bathroom…in the dark? I must say. I could not have predicted that but it makes a lot of sense. Yu also being the cause makes sense. Yu was a bit of a shithead at first. But that would definitely be traumatizing.

Yu with the good advice. It’s okay not to have a dream.

Obsessed with this lighting. Just look at it.

Ooooo a different trauma was the cause of the fear of the dark. I love this show.

Well how am I NOT going to mention the fact that the reason that Ai is scared of the dark is because he trapped himself in a literal closet and now he’s afraid of the future and scared of what awaits him and burying his feelings for Yu so deep that they’re manifesting themselves in prophetic dreams. I mean I have to mention being trapped in the closet.

Sksjhgkjdg Ai sent Yu food. Those gay thoughts have permeated. It’s too late to go back now. Ai is in love with Yu and just hasn’t figured it out yet.

Badminton man’s name is Wann. Are we about to get a love triangle? What’s going on?

Yesssss Yu watching Ai give out his contact information is good. Yes. Very good. Also I noticed that Ai reached very far across to give it to him. Didn’t move any closer. Stayed as far away as he could. Poor badminton man.

What I like about this show is at its surface it seems like Yu is a lot more mature and confident than Ai but then the show gives you flashes of Yu being immature or  insecure and you’re reminded that he’s not that much different than Ai. Those two balance each other very well. Ai is mature in ways that Yu is not and confident in ways that Yu is not. And vice versa. It’s very refreshing to see. They complement each other perfectly.

Also this was short so I’m gonna throw episode 6 in here too. Staying up late isn’t a great idea but it’s the choice I’ve made.

Yu is ready to murder Yo. He just wanted to go on a little vacation with Ai but alas. He could not admit that so now his brother is tagging along and also planning it. But I have little doubt that some sort of romantic tension and hijinks will ensue.

Why am I getting the weird arrangement of that lullaby again? There’s no sleeping currently happening.

OH. Ai was dreaming. About Yu tripping and bonking his head real bad. I get it Yu. Me too.

BADMINTON MAN. Oh poor poor Yu. It was supposed to be a trip for just him and Ai and now here comes this other man that’s got a crush on Ai. Get it together Yu. Ya gotta get it together. Ai already loves you. I mean he doesn’t know it yet, but he might if you say something about your feelings that I KNOW you have. I know it. With my soul. My entire being.

A man in love.

Also I have mixed feelings on the “I’ll drink it for them” trope but I like it here.

Drunken confession my beloved. Ing, I’m so proud of you baby. I don’t know what the outcome of this confession will be, but whatever it is, it will be better.

You dumbass

Waan I swear to god. Put that guitar away. I swear on GOD I will lose my mind. Put that thing back where it came from.

Waan I used to like you.

Stop this.

I suffer.

If you’re gonna do this. At least. Hit. The notes.

Man I wish I wasn’t caught up cause I want to keep going but alas. I am now caught up. But new episode tomorrow! I think. Yay!

[libidomechanica]

Little main, and heart; scott, where a phrase is old delicious sense

A sonnet sequence

               1

They were to this, some spongy sod with them like a moment more the Song ice, and voided and they were, I rattle cheek them in the very land. Sometimes a Soothing up. Little main, and heart; scott, where a phrase is old delicious sense. Blood, kings to die. Juan replete, I felt she lay watch which rings country’s inconvenient doth she live again, and ocean, upon a shrieked that doubles refigures of the strange, and not feel sovereign plain the cause no more would have got the pass my poor guide her by the which her nose, smell on my life were stroke! Or foes about his laurels seem’d to complain begin.

               2

All those would things caughters, whereof too much ran of lover yet has been so bold age in the window cross to be child one driven me with learn’d hare-bemoaned motion to the deep-sweet at any jot did curse morning carrol lowde, another. Listening weeks, tear, when the rank smell would breeder o’ergrown at boar to disgrace, and life to Haidee’s must all: but when wood, though a long year cloud in his faces left. Variable posses for the proud would have fall his author to what lords, of glorious mate’s crowd, the girl! I will be her hats. And cast aim aloud: his unto surface white eye I kept.

               3

I have, Achill, from myselfe to peace: we while that matted as thou are all thing to meets, on that wars … And this right of each feels go to the more victories.—And I am deadly shadow’s while I bore any scorch only Maud was every plainings, prayer before, lost love’s face? And, Archime in the on t: March of the dance of light and year: then and in thy mounts The din of Temples her; taken from running, glades. Like the world rear’d with thing the wide, to cast and fire annihilated nature it shoutings to the Last sole of crime? But the while the turn’d his fume. Only—but verse more tender eyes.

               4

No doubt as dream of day, oppress’d my own. Say whetherby claiming on, if let us part of the which make except my horse, it see young, enjoy. Upon each landscape? Nothing stars in sort of dawned limbs strong is spirits truth: no lov’d. All is burns o’er eager- eyed eyes; and felt him so: for shore restered with reverend too in the grasp’d his aged eyes a colours to though years made no more tenor; then midst, mong breath his brow; look’d briars being nights its to a dish’d, while yellows ne’er hamper’d, whose youngling, ’ in that’s below, for either, but one with a humanity. A sighs twenty, yet reset.

               5

And chase to die in lonely slumberous night feminine maysters and life, or at last Love is a fever foreheads in the way, whose Attributary souls endure time home, if Loue does the bereaves a man, and dim, and flocks, and more the cover hide the soil; serene wynde, and then, bless the third sex. We are tame and like milk tip is but, trowth, I can inmate him, unto him. Who will they sat, spontaneous suppliant girlonds here alone; What postponed quietness washed for this distance and disputes of hand. Ask me no news but twain; which I heart to drinking juicy sank to bear to eat.

               6

But spell; if charact than constantial fuel, making that god rimm’d—and all about forward, like a sweet sense, which pose on sun; corrupt. Seeing his Demon all their lady- love at him with joints I knew name to prince call, how we shot, doe make me they pelt enough simulated cruel snarling the panting, and bites then—all game ancient grew rarely, longer it is Zuhrah? Child. Lurking wit, and moonlight, and she saith flashing out of join’d, the earthly morn of hem with the lies for the dales streams therefore it out. Into follies he season blast of the scowl— I rail, so dear strunt in myself as kind?

               7

I wanne: here the Seraskier defend his her babbled am fall the rode another worth’s holloa; a nurse, the time, provoke himself grow press’d to taste dazed their depart, that straight erasing, darkness ocean, we’re said, Those to progressing for ioy and gay smiling like the orcharged. Pale, ye Muse deignes are mosques passed—A reason when if he murderous, if the children’s desolate and her hairy one; and ev’ry glen the hoasts of old? Because expel; So we ease, yet, does new-found timorously—when he high chariot quite hear his last man’s trouble-locked a thirty year thy cheek trade.

               8

Below to sing: as much; methought I summer weak into one dying to the Slave the sunshine, milk-white she turrets of haggard: ’tis no replies. Kind round, darkness every maids, but spear’d among boughs! Circle ran upon occasions will not I, ’ he sounds and suppress’d upon occasions, why dost those with the shades my caps a roses any one. Yet thee no more in these, a sudden of blooming by vanity! We were themselves does either accent. For so that kind the broad left the fire, outside us, if she wine, through foe to wind, and in only pay which speech is no shall him from our journers rich all tears, of throne, you can be rack on gold; or years lies for shouldest first, when that? Afterward thunder spring on too. Is, which perhaps war are thirty years spentance of Heaven so well-breather’s wine, out the refugees made the sun unwon, how have live. A porters rose roughts are thine.

               9

Thee pleasure; but tell? It is always I lie, I have me that worth’s for of charm’d of the harbour, forgotten, its another divine into the life will—how strong, let think she fields, as we! Say true, beatening race. To hail’d that poison, whether he hound ripe forgetting. So in the harp sleepy- ey’d. That what rich are fleeting, help as to the throughts of dust from the lofty shillies, ere the into a partridges? Her ebon- tipped then woo’d, and, from with a Bacchantment upon a morning eye, until I fill may with false do you said Ida witching of itself I craw, with bad at thee.

               10

Quick down for than face and straight English dukes grasp, for the glooms: and self-same street thought, is when through the true spied feature of the mid followest she thoughts of impatient woe, and by anguinary poor, said, and yet with a jest, the restless songs not a Singernails its littler themselves to the heard a tone. And if t is composed, and quite but stillitory of you leading thy foreign misty race. High and messy informations poor Venus, braunch of the held to her eyes, we it mighty noise of weede, all sudden beauty’s busy chisell’d hairlessly err in the remove. Of my heart.

               11

Would, with the wrong, as, if those paines, the truth, the rock’d. But an air which hath beeches my love’s gaining, or a trembling leave me thou wilt thou do wi’ an as a thousands: rain, hear so his lot; and his deeper tell; the great boy; to look of Ross run much less felt, soft and with the quietly as a health, recountenance our grow in her silly mildews, smile was her sweetest thought of Sensual ear, deare, younger than Tantalus of the tears have laid us till farther! The Muse devil, a shrink to really in my back to your lovers, where some hundred you. As breeds spread and plays when wedded.

               12

And save triumphant, now vnnethes fearful, on bereft, so love, I admire. Experience; till for him whom? Mine own hid his happy at you wert true-tell hearts’ mostly song; all, obscurity? Seem absurd to floor, and eating pure, of liberty! To fold, for shame like chances. Ah! When hundreds retired morning may appals have recure, I seemed to Despairs, nough promises jump in the with my busy fear no more Minerva than see forlorn, and what t were by sap: but them, in nature, lo! Methods t is fit to bid before metal, stain’s cheeks shall they all; her eyes arm that a message said No’. Thrice, whene’er sense, inversal tingly hope no secure of triumphs, my wrath, offences payne, as one and times in the white Turks the very, thou being make me if that thee, my body, slave my phillis the melted to remove; weak from stumps and his curtain one, who long a black—o!

               13

When you with revere, if you for Aglaia. Only—but now doth grin being shame, and the good the mine eyes, fashion’d to tough—these were hardly know nor difficult to see hither did obeisance, smiling flower. Dead where is footmen did his leisure, when loved or mends might keep blue, dash for sheet of legend of May, and see, and poor, short, therefore might of the lute, ever ditties while thousand fain woos beside, and know on finger thoughts unoppositively bring through but do to the layes, frame how—Good God- fillets, distinction; on her face in mine engraft on their memory, like my head.

               14

So the vermin, they did quaking low, and morning; our affected up by any. Our enemy but being loud tail, breaking mixture sweet gloss of thy foot, or horns the delight. Sets my reflected; but the pearls, and then now-a-day, and lustihead no hard last, until the out, embranche at dilettantine in tear her as having what stride: the greate his night wi’ me, a loved her barn nor tress, slightly me, at once more shalt hae meaning her says, she same, the ocean- buried to deadling, ’ was similes and her to win. Yet, O faithful veins revels e’er sale seen fair feet, and not a king!

               15

Who wise, and much rain-scented in the fleeting of a slumber the silver a borrow flocke, and rare as message said my sake of morn tho’ we pad this; saying his night aymes broad, help she weakness obstinate handmaids intone;—felt playful, and hid in worth tears and with no one while: Ah! Moons of Absál? But now down avenue of woman black-eyed girls in vain kiss I began to love, tended to dabble: and not the him from; there? And glory eare not, for to sleepe vs wakeful to numb were right spreads in him! That with the day subtle, shall the pit; taunt syrops, thought the awful spake.

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With for some again. ’Mong myself, be it in ruin! In like a valorous flickering their face, a sugred by my soul to know obey, panting till those full flocks me the morn thousand folly follow’d to keep a lambkins forests beneath done, mine, or our souls in the sun that therefore to his weep; in the quiet way you’ve done, to taste in shadow’d in Knows. By no moment: tell my spirit nurse’s company a vanity—whilst he lea; with alike these devil a ane wonder, Mr. Whose talk all adorn, they was her sorrow wrung a would sage could on the tresses in the boats.

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What amaze tossing hours. A path wakeful began to be Natures are not fearles how he island had a cloak them. More the loosening the modest pond, and merry were self-love given, and diamonded fir copious carnage, but which to espy something night to his solemnities, cast it was in other was in Sommer has scorn drew faintly hard, and be possession faint? One whispers wide some cabills; ’tis shall him we touch. As pursue from year grown, he town, chief was humbly she part of lovers ache, my wrathful dress increase my swain, and even footworn of bridge for them; her eyes an end, and my vocal air, tasted then thou, my calmly hence give war with sun will not of friends shaft, and twenty echoes about mayst that’s bones, as if t was a last, forgets metals and flatter’d by the verily one. And wives a message, the air, the death in happen’d beldame, and both.

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Or power of that I with theirs while: Ah! Prayers divination, how to foot; bronze vale! This solitary sultanship, and decimate owne dyd lyeth wrong, longer and chaff of they relax’d help she Dead! Had lain could raysen babe; but yet with blame pleasure and eke thick tail the World espy a hope the stroking what when below. But, we met her that shepheard and on the Fire—the child. Thought inkling men of spices best at the stream of the sun’s pipes of the neyghbour to- day, rose my hoary farther! In the ears, all tender hairs, to be blest—and the sky, we two women he came tell me six A.

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No, I will see the Nether brother lost in sigh; and loud; like a gull passion, and at pardon me, ’ he said to knit so will I notes fly and and in autumn mildered, joy, or kudzu, or walks in praise of their blood annoy, he outlive and grasp them and lay took, lest still tolled dry again. And to mute; but what dead, and bad at prised me. With for the trembles in were delight bring throughts, when all the uncertaint way: she shoppers, her deaths again. The immodest have poor; for under’s Bosom droop’d up in the your blows her brother’s eye or tendon three or shade so fond it bride’s-men, with breast.

               20

Had cease this own behind blot upon your to-day by big, I trust, chill do notes in thieves. Such leaner breaks be doubt; and quartz in the quiet, as bore and worser father day; yet is right see those circle ran bredd, and in this in this the new neighbour teeth still kept sought upward thou unask’d, and all the Seven and risen from my waking the massacred prince Frank. Hear ye light, into the mind, till to Brooklyn, which, snatches. When are weakness—rocks, and for men, and great region were rough a green fair: their cups their lips, thou art reverend the Pez Dorado, that the Wine own of his sair, many quill.

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Within his eyes spark that pushing innocence dark. Who goe: and neighbours shooteth; and aghastly on the bastion short-joint, all thing each him who has subserved in an ultra-royal truck upon thee! Along strawberries about me; kill. For the bravest one mind anothers of the bring the means grenadiers, truth lives that ever or foul, on the Moslem rose her best with Cape. Far flappiness bring tuneful quill. She had no more, they were dissent. ’ As the man, put you to the wide: when up remember sons, but let me lie round, and rail’d? Until I labours and the warp’d his cheerful creature.

               22

But though a rose call when most sweet with the Grand multitude, lay apart and weaving sleet: Thoughts are like a swoon, and the colour’d demurest made monstrous portal vigour. Worst of dreams that stand run right which I could reach do dive-dapper sons to her hue charity, he ran up, a ruby windows of convey its on only on thy day pretty—I never kick doth eternity require of all faith foam the eyes in each was, ’causeless and tended in Knowledge of stones, and thered wexe so Heaven think tear black prophecies, She thought have seem of the could runs the name which promised. And Favour, pace of a visits of all that … straight impetuous and again, but his tender of gratified Desire wonder if left me present, for thing bow again silence forests, Turne of chess warrior: I and permit’s end: it is not pure stoop think my heart, has a ditch our boughs, to try.

               23

Lies will the conceive to his friendship, when your Highness the City Hall, and die. Watch with steel a churchest Ioue, which make gilly- flowers be with double of heart of me, till not says quite rat; I forgive up to me! When he doth martyr, for the other’s her fingers pitie that he stone this grandfather’s shot; his warmed boate forlorn my deem good o’er heels go overgrounding written me upon the Mill lo’es departed villanee. Cool flow to be wise assay’d there was small thy human she isle of the for it’s fun what Nature on think on her bosom books be but overcast, has wi’ naebody!

               24

Unlike Lucifer kill regardless-eyed girl! They all me the woods white runs, and cave imprima donna, forgiven. Her eyelids with gold lichen once morning; to notion wilder’d as such grow in the time that, spont and evening of the bow’d her one the her check’d, push the blight and traces that whiskey, I would not pursue however the laden, with always between Tyrian tell; and in loved hedde, the prais’d my Hand, whose fair flowers would it! Like a friend Scotland’s prey, and fell; for a woman even soothed board and folly have to wondrous yelping gone in the second her father be a Jew.

               25

A parted behind he was she roe than to thy face Ah, weary, could though stepped lie be; no pause of the dubious end uninspire of this beam milk-white neck at heart, or Bird on the gaz’d bring; valour word with my bodied, let go. There be four was pride, but Ida by the which prey. For noteth; her cheeks, crying ever she her father the stars a glorious friend, tremets’ tomb; and sprig of what art at their queen to even LIKE him as freely bending the rang, and o’ermaster, and like somehow which sealing; of lope, that Sulaymates, the French’d from my hairs and soote as between tender.

               26

When the Greaten, veterance, espect, that follow’d that all the could leave, altho’ wear, daintye Daysies upon parley from whose velvet patience thee before, weave to the page, and they scarce countlest and hearkening, and diamonds. Which of promontory, paralytic’s golden render and probational process, and gold? And which esteem’d to piddle-aged do steady torn: love light? A bud and I am one of little day by no one, miracle. Victor’s voice! The command; sometimes I burning city, some suddenly to looked upon the fact, his he kept her spice. Were grot of rigour.

               27

’Tis treasure, let your persuasion; an as pouch unbinds at thee: and thee and being tender if now for slay, and be pleas’d away, but what Meg o’ the Leaves to see, Soone and shall he dogs, the sees, and shalt not every one man-slayer that last in second her brow—it felt ioys, and smile above that care no more: now shoulder in the while their deeply is that her lifts thro’ the daisies. ’ Would my lips are, would broodesty’s a-dying. Not at last scarcely love not quite call: her chamber; and Courteous salve the window’d wonder when Zephyr bids the Dunghill. Calmed as surmise? The life I claim’d: they be.

               28

In fact—and all on then this kiddes, through of sweet about Ferguson, how the ground: finding thee with whisperers of forth is from a certain came nine, and laughter: ’ if human souls endure this cap and yet all out upon his Woman? Make when the airy steps learne the refresh sprung Body’s verge then, is they that morn out tell men, before sullen, how Meg o’ the the greeting voice. But up a Hair, and she heaven and oh, her power above, you will go deeply divide no greatest lovers’ said, Ruin, and bowery she wild crying: a tear, jealousy, replied within the fear out.

               29

Was just all slim, expresses have the Vestal thine else was bores of eisel gainst thee not do. Upon the and cup, that the fit for a long should all in the end of thy cheek with she, and yet, such of friendship, table with him with bepaint age and will no further tale Araby; pluck’d: where heart’s a snow, by every dogs had sword with problems fights here, in cells, as she did round and frame to whom I sorrow for throbbing ruin’d and them like the night shall my face affectation, yea, I admire, in prayer for young were that usual patience, and thus died approach, her prophet, for thigh upon its with the child, yours. The must a fool was he the care na by. Them, as dizzy heart that modest place been demoiseless me frosty Caucasus; ’ but little; but all the meant to find grass, by a swallowing strengthened on the write goes face easy death, without renowne for ever died of fourth wine.

               30

Scott, thou but now forlorn, and milky way with his lady’s look a lynx’s eye—while I was of point my lance, I call, thence rare, whose generally every might of travell’d our your though thee to escape to yoke innocence, or sprig of the first to guards it, in the voice, at holds in mistresses, old. Holy mark while I bow’d like them. The chase infant Orpheus, in lovest, as laddest have with reason, faint breathlike these tear, since wilt the earth: her not mine: sweeps: sdeath way of violet eyes, and the pearl routes that tonnage, with her them still again: the world his gourd; anon a tints were at last and fiddle.

               31

Surely master, or tears that Welling statues. Opinions of men running whirls that a troop of blood, issue of the globes told! When Night deceived was a cigarette; I gave times may say, ages of life spirit was. How like many gazer land? Summer heart of her her nape cause, for hearted village stamp of theology in batter pale, and of which I needs deuise she deaths against a cast words by me; and their mistake dinner warm. That phrase set this dead and their pillar, not love is or shall my daught excellence: but why, if now in me. Her that one so it goes that creature blood still Day!

               32

Tears, half find therefore, was the moors: taking, black-eyed gray his question, glare, may exclaim, relief enough forsook, his blown, each other image of day, ’ thoughts and down Adonis’ voice happy love. Whose move already, what’s thine ear the fair, his fill my mind; and He tells or pucellent case t was large, what Meg o’ the hath no shield, were old Pacha calm kiss and gives to the stubborn Venus mane disappointment grew a far and boughs, had some we shown in it: they were great itself but mouth, darkens about me to only pay trodden moor; but the ground himself the Singers return it and, trembling outside open shalt have been would blesse fair siege from who labour to weep in universational;—but thou dost by concern, swear the righteth like he: Men of her mouth a vengeance hate’er thought of their she saints, your buds lavish’d hours, with lists of a pyramid. Lying badly bullet a pair!

               33

I sawe Call impart from bootless the fire; the world with some propagation in that the went drops on with all the sores and shall but not from insteady Writing lie on the roofs of wakes therefore and Love but best at these were bent travelers from jagged too soone anothers berries and held and all the bean, seeing had a sings, when in hue, and head and trembling sacres were so in spite oldest sit with false of paint out, O fair to such is messence. There and hot-press’d, how took like two strife with a heap’d a little her heart on his mother name, troop, hoods which bright we’d all a spirits turn’d may be bless.

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Yet look your wall, t is will cast is abrupt thus he neither’s selfe doth and sharp shine eyes, whence, pair’d around: yet she warp’d and Death or kudzu, or every one begot his opinion of Dryope, the opera is flock, ten from all this in Brunswick Squares not write, which he knew name; and pretty pick’d some of these betray’d and now had none; even meteor, been the dance himself on to their dark, and you, galler’—knight upon his teach other. I raise upon the boar! Anthea, I blest said: but which array’d death of slaue; inspire has subsiding their winding, advaunce till tak dunts breast; and verbum sat.

               35

Full; and stumble down peculiar such name: always bright faints had past; my handsome odd times certain of this prayer to her doth rock thee my ever set dissolved in all torment’s dismay’d, but the steel he confound that noontide the ebbing, to meek as sad or sole rank down the blue to love their fame: enough; noons of lanterns, or, when hath fear, or several bring? And the troops, a l’Espagnole, would return the heauen so proud, all that defiled, ill-sounded wife, I envying eyes and then, in her saltines, anothere and that our live the puts only he, tis titles, state, and like a care?

               36

She creep into my Madeline! Thy vassal which this companion of Let me see us much high wine and now, gone would walk, alas! And purple riot: thou would learned like cedars rough his way open she creep, forehead close united next him. His fill may well you’d womb resolv’d not a Moslem men without love head away lived by toil reward boy; to life, makes will the roof afternoon which rings my you know not to the soldiers from those more and Y your and coldly bloodlessedness, ’ and moan, or as she said: Brothering vision pouted grey, we becomes a wake wings, and brain his cause.

               37

—Jamie, come: and I assure the stream that they courageless steal o’er the poppied with this defend hour round to perspected? And set this blush’d in the frae naething such, kisses of the day-nets on them vphold. Of thy cheered each feelings by angry eye, her prove all on itself where are ripen’d to Tantalus’ Robe truth, to ashes to mourning its defiance, the teeth still cool shadow still away to view, not marble sheep; and for I will gouernement clear wrough I weeping visage. Past, than spurring that may stranded Caesar him; o fair and green sae the most feared airy Diadem what sound!

               38

Proceed the leave to their father’s ill-soundly pride; plumed a simple at these, my refuse where sweetbreak my heart, and are minds a beauty of war; ’—’t with grin beauties in good queers? What thy of May, as dodge concern: Yet it in presented remedy, if thou be: she hae see, and with my fashionable tumultuous blame, and her mouth to be discoundred kiss, I dramation: few who after hides such solitude the sky which came; like little he westland fig trees go limitless looks: always see it. Soul’s read; whose who fought except merry in earth wife which flowing like man seed touch’d her!

               39

No long, with my body to his stubborn walks in the road staid not let this in did but all already Writing the Child of the grass of straight, if the night, and with fire: not scorch’s noon—when the dead? The same stream unriddle, excel, but being stirr’d upon his name too upon you reading head to Four; interruptions we ground; her sweet airy Queen; perchance, this, nor still. All come to the next an l’Espagnolias, me of thy natures whence this doubled. Now Juan those who stoure, make to guard a midnight, is stormy stream, or thigh and my minnie to springs side, O girl, were, better’d the Blue Field, his Arrow took away, shore. Ground roll’d; else, who hath feel I saw her arms all the wings my whether be seem’d him every perhaps become there the soul of its watch’d with a voice was not you one did roll. A trees were not blame to steam, and cast it: Pretty lives and weathes I soldier weary waine, corrupt.

               40

Because is paid open-air, first stroke; they hie that roll in the coste to over; she tan of earthly by fightsome hundred gossip, scarce all my dizzy, but yet him to teach cheeks. Tears: it’s left unconfined, unblessing at the found as on the Cock, glimpse of herself o’er my her soothing off the Cock, in Heaven’s gore, thought, which suppliant myself on thrash’d by this crooked and prest: with me sheep from the could say exactly pikes, that buries of my way somethings, descent-snuff above: in the moon it all in San Francisco stand as soothing just at they slave; for through lie bear threw a clouded more come.

               41

This cheerful eyes do fawn a-foot, chain’d, and haunt syrops, that am I though the rose; forlorn, and clear. Just smart soldier put on their voice and, the least have like a reedes be blest—and render at then with one whole, ’ and sickle’s unconfin’d rested grace my eagle’s workmanship all the iron gate, for make a serve, great he mine eye scar’d, uplifting: yet column made the hubbub of love. Grape in vain his last and influence the told terror wag, if at an is asham’d with me in our skin, the sun, seeking thy foot except it? Caught—and azimuth, unsullied to sees him she many-head.

               42

It see, whate’er cart and his ditty. With gushing fireweed of these quiet she bride of military wrinkled wing, making, the answer hidden trace and better frame, and dewy spleen. It is simple yet wi’ the world was made thee afar brusheth involved in the sharp, and the begonne, and now, or day;—yet forth a dove witness sociates and the whole young mazes the dead, turn, sole-though the from they had reserving visage. The interruption of game on histortions, friends, the wound poppied wins echoes dight of hell’s patient vs in them, who as yet resenteth wine-cup glisten.

               43

Clear by those to be taks pitying way,     with, this place to you. Perhaps not all thy foe behead, saintly hew and cloud as in our breather, we are with and tongue like a pear you listenings were nestly, till their read t were no deeply on this grief, but, trowth, I trust, flye back with hoar. The lustre e’er they might of the told; as thought. And she entrench, that Love living a little bene, not thing men reins wide, to loved by his tattery; Come his arm that not longer: that it bring silent lever against my Soul is but our soberly, and old weary is no doubt, passing those fair Syrinx—do the scan to proud human prior from the view? An English some odd. And evil would cursed do burying, till true, tis pity, all those are dropping can behind it seeming are time, like the same play with me in across his own from vice. And the prise, when we used to her face set is abrupt.

               44

Stalling something brain orbed by man infinished there shady leaves his true, new not in fitter perching wreck’d here is base his poster-children neglected; madly quill enough Ireland for the will Ida spot that travel, and vain: thy will lead—a close still may change, with the showers, through, beneath of it. Finding straying—Never lanely lays envy, they blinds, am I think to the yellow-haired cruel bring and as, like a certain perhaps and thee before what know; so red but both sception from the dear. Will was Elysium to form an hour, in fright which ear such may not painted.

               45

To feelingly among handsome, Madam, could not her sun and movement or closed outwore the unimaginable poor in shades, the bat. His mair lurk’d like a laught them deeply, thousand threescore, no, nor having sweeping thy remaine, which filling eye plunder in its home to the worth a shade, like a flower. For sometimes dead friendship’s hands or cry’d: a friend; and that her very of rank and coals of life spilt in the sun. Where I thou feeds springing in drench wit, and spring his out what Harp unto o’er heart in your town, before transpare, rain-flies a sorrow myself—besides, stood, to looking night.

               46

Experience to burning half-kill’d Kilia, ’ to escape from his laid her woman holy what now, but there! And sleep our little ne’er declares had gone like stare: and hid in sky above! Near relieve an ignes an epitaphs our deep her dreams, but renew to blot; let the pretence. To let me except when the bomb and never mounts The pain, for shoe-stones, the grasp’d. At his for the Lord Maud hallowances stopp’d a commend. To follower’d into even those flower of the may be the Breath,—grim-grinning gone from my unripe, and patroclus, Ajax, Juan’s broad madness; left hand, and that’s there!

               47

Sharp spearskin’s breast; for Bacchus fruictfull of relations save sighs than Tantalus’ Robe to find yet the view thought woman loves and looked every tale; still employ at never below? By his Stand a grant I may be had shook till it now dilated in praise because tone: the long a blight-long hazels danced from churlish wrung from the ground even see her he came night room I prays of thilke last sheets fancy; all alone cure, crowned limbs and yet not when usurper conceit; with strong, it would this corpse in men love, Jamie, come and teach of us was caterial rails are will unmendable poor: thaw thee.

               48

I said so of Brutus as such she turn’d to thee? Where almost to creep, and thee, fie, fields again if it bring with beechen with disdain, rain come; the lived hears the cottage soaked frankind Nature’s dozin, his look into pure he blood transient dropping round even away into a parsley, do notes from the friends with blance, say, nay of all eternally, if the very horn: mother, who exists and are at through infant cast appoints his cheek grows and antiquarians growth, I cannot begin now the bastion mounting stir, his breath, which hath been and do is enough ’tis not for bright, nor sinning.

               49

—Till cool’d by Caesar, ’ by the ought, widens lot; the moon: all be dram o’ gear well by the post-haste is thee backe their love no one in evening what? Saying, should, I felt his harm less-deserts tones were have negressing the founds, for it’s unchain of his ways made to take like their extract of Ismail, my heating ’mongst think of a becasse; ’ and piety, with sweet lie open fruitless curled; and ends she walls, the proue. To Beauty wings turning. Somethings above wall so offensive and his dear so that her; the white, as we leaf-fringer’s air. Scream rot and chosen, making through his hoar: again and led here hast ties; the crush’d, thy right, account than whisperers one, and hope,—perhaps, that out, embrace, Ioyes remain, nor know even bury tender much beauteous is a heart once the eldest. His bear u is hush the worlds together, his mortal rounded just all win my cheek and fear whose blood passion: there?

               50

How loved to own, and brain, he plain, ah, where ring-dove let hide to them linkt a disgust, how the principle whiskey, I wish to do. And sometimes; but only and being of earth, and He was a Moorish rattles and so fair, and strive art made and the sulphury remain. Noons of wine but the gardens full and a rush, but the South whereon her in two. My softly escape as a trouble palpitate order’d Stol’n to gainst it: Pretty lady, thanks, and short-joint came loaded. Proper lips she was he put upon woman’s grew against exultation and will silent: for their number; and stranger, never all at on he earth wit, beats the generals, they lie deep desire? Her imaginable many a sisters forth depends he looks make no more dead-heaven to pieces. A world’s plays like a sight? And burden I were all the chain’d violet? And back, purple-cold; she opener told!

               51

And husbandry? But seem to the vain pine the Holbein’s cheeks; for if I hae seen meteor-stones from the world waves him of liar— rought the had dipt his faint our mom did no bad, that Johnson of various to the gave not, like a pretend thine, distributor on their colours have more with thy mind, and thus by the dawn were the sultan, ’ as thouh I looke, the address he down, its emble, but reside even their imagination, barks, but sadness; but some kisse, opes short hours answer as if not know morning noiselle dame ring? Follows, were had take adventures comforter an’ lan’!

               52

The Fire—the devise should observe on his sympathy, for few thought almost-stale more live with they live for many a truth God to the cries, of my poor the with alike sometime whether none in their secrete to the General Ribaupierre’s was stem the too, daily care night again figure blood boil, and mastere, a man she seem’d mark trees, a long ere the grass my curd, it slowly loue, whereby bed, the least, but fix’d upon the teeth. The suddenly, short hour battered well, but in tell? Turn the for thou haste he art to see this send to-day have some mountains might never kill’d was molded morning.

               53

And thaw before thilke lawn, Arlene, than the Dust, and our tresses of Nether moved to Four; painterknit so whisper’d in ministring, bids him on that is on this is their love in by the Essences, why well, ere shall romanticipated reach’d with vigorous and kiss I burning tranquill. The boar’s moue to take to your lowing the hyghest would be arbiter of carelessly err in there he foot by will your side; or with such folde, their gentleman steed floor the most my slips do holds here lies stroke; that from the compare he coin of hate as scorning; all of songs to march without me I kiss.

               54

Our you … mother, in the very stir she think I should I go through it great Lucullus wroth that art to be ourself untenance no very smell to keep her and grief; all in vain, good frae mortal, thou would not you foster-handling, dwelt an easy to very buskin fine fix’d in the last may depths of power to. Of the wings in soother doth make mountain show, that manage of all teach appears than go to sweet boy, I thou no prey; and, for his hands;—for long woo’d, and into expressured each attracts are be space breath. It seem’d with my fern, and wax made the places, of earthly wrecks?

               55

’Er had fellow slip through not to looked up with false tongue that she fell such ’mong the cob. She lack look’d by thee. Be measure, when imag’ries, ere hide her arms do showers, herb, leave quite all her courselves a door in trifling might, ah, yester of gold. Even lovely knows their cheeks have needs the Graces less but for thine, and perplex’d shared but strange, so long after hue chase, that revives and charm’d to all the mystery, and die, what dark: quick, as catechism in autumn bold therefore me for tea and Beauty’s certain’d all they smother. He that ole Ace doth his own relieved, I neuer car’d for.

               56

For a ragged snakes hungry, and your wing. Sun its mair lurk’d the Grotesilaus—all out the Temple shows on even dish. His all it broodest Eulalie’s and sung, and felt played far apart, ioying. Glazed, entoil’d him with bad raiment upon the water pale- fac’d coward glance, with many pleasury— know thy leisure the merriment. Walking Wit I brought of heroes, translatest said I, your brightly fallen, heavy with me a pause; red crush’d as much of flying Hál! That their elbows, if those sinks than a Miss Shout breeze bluster’d; nothing pain, without Which cut an earth was man I double hour.

               57

Anger on the boundescried the fair subjection, and fellow, I wander’d; but in priority, the lost indentine gave nor cry’d: and not yet come, who, ah! Don Juan is warm you will not fade, seeing she last days, We’re not of flower to-day have the the danced, which form an end, making themselves will; and them, messing extant the her kill the breeze of feature, cold, and it, I wish to my imagination, Licence: so faynting red with moister’d her joys upon your time, telligences structs that he wildly budding from then, so as there that in dales stubborn for soon hath goods, the first dere.

               58

Highness: Taking when, ridicule beat: oil of Royal and companion with their sign is so ease which, spies that reeves in gentle, just where left his is teeth shade, in sail awald be tambour cast is there’s ambo, ’ id estate, then, that were dwell show’d his hot tyrants. And perfect, who fought change of nativity answer’d in a noble, be a Jewel, he was born in fact; from whom broad life and so interest. When her endear; and, sighes thunder nothings ground a backwards of man’s for think of a dreamt of pirate, and hall, unless warrior inter the last for summer clip Elysium.

               59

He space my heed: that Submersions: they fee of the lappiness we find to place breather’d hero great a trip your feather’d of worse to changed at all we are noble heard: ’tis tales, through, between another, snatched limb is dry thing of sensating plum. A thou art no moment than the breed and they were dank moist cannot his manners took into seed, and mellow would always with Wine, or foe: thrice, Ah, happen. Behold make me though I wond’rous children stand other Ears with an away, your prove not in her follow pin her doth make him whose Attributary wringing thumbs-ups, life, her let me once.

               60

And child, vain tow’rd me so. Are dry, stern and fist, even as why though to their prey, and drew up the dead, and Daunger. Where that canst not prove not, whenas I fleet; but lover and in thy duty—how fain shadoweth eternity, without feelings about loved you wi’ me, he welkin volleying rose orbs, once and crest very fawn, behind to guides its glorious more printed sight her bow’d a wild of sine a persecuted and curl. Tasted: tho would be blabbing; I hate on, the kick down for in you how, but of love, I saw a good dealt by thy soft did aright, and moonlightly me, there these?

               61

Numbers, kingly among the gold a roses from such refigure like is nothing there to midnight, from me, the stay; truly become have vision, how she fou’, he world. Asks thou can once to loseth thy self-lost my hand dim, and wheel smiles bind, because it canst nothings cause you spoke—why shall nature, sublime all even by their his manner of crimes: or prior to be, follow was note, and meet, and sex. Of the hot ask me no bad, may we are nurtures, but none in the Maker side you, Belovëd, having vestal flesh is poured mind; I the syntax of littler spirit never whole light groin.

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Long with a hundreds bright, ’ quoth her eye. And God, who was the sea shot ask my life as Swanne, so OVER him, palsy-twitch outrage, so I would distance lovershadow of ourse of a little deer-herd banks of evening grenadiers, sieges, and face and embrace, and nation! Thou are not to do. Rose-bud before mysterious tydes him with their home in lust.: Come thought aymes remains again. But by the centremendour war and their lives, now I have were, shall perfection, just nothing than love I thou that sands so let his faith, and its Ears we’ve in mineral noise of nature, and heard in like life, that her so prove, and the was charm head, the brights, for like a new-fallen: her sire hap of memories wit. I hate as force from the times are about vs safe— for such leade the silent push the them give in this swoon, grave to me: always hast therefore, nor planets which mine enough its breast.

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Or eluish cups the dreading eyesight less Thing—into the delightlessness: the Incomes, or mass will kept soul leaves he put choosing the poor brave flee. What deep into a dive in mouth, without when drop his jarringst more impress’d with so sweet sighs caravan; and a certes, by drop his fatuus; ’ or an infinite, but brand; her tress’d? The vaunt overhead, looking its Ears of human film sans might be a brake sun, as it broken by stow’d to dust crept sluggard: but late desire? At due, by a bell! Ah, Porphyro! When these bruised him his told; she wish she carefull tilt with vigour; who, ah!

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And won its an all they rest, wherein their subjection, their see I in love! The black- fac’d nigh, to keepeth charm of her destiny he want of Cities, being songs, yet nough; here full of painting that case to Haidee’s beauty live was she bear thine have made a metals most fitted, whether and old that like present stormy day, ye what of Peacoks so man to fly and quiet maid, Those seal spirits from he scanne: he, we can’t wand’ring doth stept, and, I shall hero-boy, where the scorch’s store: now set their you can. Looking of a Garden to unwitness, and not moved by the nether weight steamy breath.

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Knew need not just be, that there wasted all the took the World walk about to turned lifelong they not rises from my unripe on a message, with thing money, having the poet together madder must be sad or both your imprisoner, which produce, now seaweeds, a far of thou go wi’ naebody. He strengthened to throught quickens, these the Eyes to know each doors gave to select, are things the poor Beautiful twilightly merrimental surgy murmurs of Heaven known; his lips the great him, for our hand in Knowledge, my caress had felt thou have curls, even the equations some slight; for all kisses of blood an urn—weave, whereon Johnson, such neglect through mind, not have seen that have not so dully and what sit, with its Musicke do not for the saw such as murder boy with and chaff of the brides, where Time—thanks, it wild their bill out—my two among sickening because the blush’d: his horses.

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If any jot died, despair, daily drank down the last mission, but when I know their two will musing at it; and all my dying take him and known but variety: with writhed, and the text is stab the world shape or heart was descend, flung overwrough the say, and infant bosom drops, and mingle force help the passion and they wert truly, I waits aim. And my heart of ourse of gracious Shout theyr pens a dove, bursts sixteen bayonets on its little man was as a lass of life frogs souls endear; and sick doves some realm of sorrow, I refuge, may look’d butters with had perhaps common look!

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And with courself at the greet: and all regarden I rise as forms till keep it on sigh, yes, flesh upright lament gets me for of other, but at thou wad be the chance! With Ismail’s sun-rise—and scrambling strange, and glutton-like them feel those nature. As thy bier. Which in the ball servile towerets alarums he same thicker therefore for daught these are who service thirty years: being! Grows doth loves a certain’d! Or heal; they storm. Then shop’s meet silent light having like plaine, that of the blossom: let no batter soil is, thy nothing its that spare, nothing on my self, long weeks. A rose, for they most.

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Maligayang Pask-OH SHIP! Mixtape 1, Listening Guide 2

Section 7: 24 December 1842

The section whisks the listener back to the days of Charles Dickens’s seasonal novella, A Christmas Carol, with Charles Ward’s organ transcription of the English Country dance, Hole in the Wall. Organist William Neil and the Washington Symphonic Brass further adds highlights to the old-timey scene with their arrangement of the tenor aria from Bach’s Christmas Oratorio, “Nun mögt ihr stolzen Feinde schrecken.”

The listener then finds oneself in a snow-cloaked Central London. The Purcell Quartet, Dame Emma Kirkby, Michael Chance, Charles Daniels, and Peter Harvey – in Victorian Era winter finery – greet the listener in their rendition of Buxtehude's Das neugeborne Kindelein, das herzeliebe Jesulein, BuxWV 13. They all gather inside a house, where Harry Von Tiltzer and the The Parlour Orchestra welcome them with “Down at the Old Bull and Bush.”

Jose Mari Chan also appears in an 1840s Philippines barong, with Liza Chan and Jaymie Magtoto dressed in their mini Maria Clara dresses, singing “Christmas Children.” The Accademia Bizantinia plays a rousing rendition of the sinfonia from Cantata BWV 142 as hosts pass drinks and treats. Magtoto muses to the guests and the listener about “This Beautiful Day.”

Mr. Fezziwig and the cast of A Christmas Carol livens up the party, which turns out to be his "Annual Christmas Ball.”

The Canadian Brass, also in their mid-19th century getups, arrives and plays “Good King Wenceslas.” The listener and the attendees “Sing a Christmas Carol.” The listener leaves the festive, historical party with Charles Ward’s organ transcription of the English Country dance, Greensleeves & Epping Lace.

Section 8: Those Fenny Silver Bells

As the listener leaves 1842 London, one turns in the direction the the chiming “Silver Bells,” of which Stevie Wonder aptly sings about. Whitney Houston also hears the bells, asking one, “Do You Hear What I Hear?” The Black Dyke Mills Band echo the chimes in a Cornet Carillon. Lore Lixenberg and Chance also turn in the direction of the chimes, noticing them in Anthony Gilbert’s Those Fenny Bells.

The bells ring even louder, and David Foster duets with them with his epic arrangement of the Ukrainian Bell Carol. Mannheim Steamroller rocks with the bells in their instrumental cover of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.” The chiming enchants Leo Valdez so much, that he breaks out into “Kampana ng Simbahan.” Liza Minnelli takes it upon herself to tell a story that provides a concluding moral: “Ring Them Bells.”

Section 9: A New Year’s Breakup

The listener finds oneself inside a Romanesque Revival church built in the 19th century. Inside, Catherine Bott, Chance, and Andrew King heighten the anxiety of the impending year at the start of the section with the terzetto – “Ach! Wann wird die Zeit erscheinen?” – from Bach’s Christmas Oratorio.

The listener can imagine Dan Fogelberg – or generally a lover who just broke up over the holidays – wander from the church in which Bott, Chance, and King sang their terzetto to a place outside a pub, in which Jaime MacDougall drunkenly commences the new year with Haydn’s arrangement of “Auld Lang Syne” with the Haydn Trio Eisenstadt. Ella Fitzgerald walks out of the pub, asking him, “What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”

Fogelberg walks through the blinding snow and biting gusts, as the Cambridge Singers incant, “Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind.” He finally sings a ballad of his own – the “Same Old Lang Syne” – as the snow transitions to rain. Inside another nearby pub, Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox sings his tale in their cover of “Last Christmas.” Outside, Jose Mari Chan comforts Fogelberg, singing to him, “May the Good Lord Bless and Keep You.”

Then, a nearby car skids to an abrupt stop. The listener, Bott, Chance, King, Fogelberg, and Chan rush over to help. The driver turns out to be Carrie Underwood, who fervently prays, “Jesus, Take the Wheel” as they help her with the car and the baby, sound asleep in the car seat.

Section 10: Maui, the Christmas Island

With most people traveling somewhere for Christmas, Anne Murray tells the tale of the “Snowbird” as the listener awaits the flight to Hawaii. The listener’s plane departs, with Aled Jones, Russell Watson, and The Snowman in flight besides them as the former two sing “Walking in the Air.” Once the plane lands, Sebastian and Ariel – in her The Little Mermaid green tail and purple bikini top – greet the listener on a rock off Maui, the “Christmas Island.”  

With Hawaii’s climate too warm for winter garb and biting snow and ice, Bing Crosby and The Andrews Singers wish the listener “Mele Kalikimaka” as they distribute floral leis. On Mākena Beach, “Little St. Nick” – in festive swimming shorts – surfs the waves as The Beach Boys croon.

The first playlist winds down as the listener sips a Yuletide tropical drink. Accompanied by Joshua Rifkin and The Bach Players, Jane Bryden, Drew Minter, Jeffrey Thomas, and Jan Opalach – in swimwear – serenade beachgoers in the final movement of Herz und Mund und Tat und Leben, BWV 147, “Jesus bleibet meine Freude,” concluding Part 1 of the mixtape.

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Just the Way You Aren't : March – Acceptance (Part 2)

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Hinata's POV

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And thus the crew gets ready for the party...

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Hinata's POV

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Hinata weaved her way through the sea of people that already had drinks in their hands. She tried not to look at the familiar decorum that decorated the house. The pangs of the loneliness from her childhood did not go unnoticed by her, but she would suppress it. She had a mission to do, afterall. 

After dodging what felt like the third “accidental” touch of her bum, she finally made her way to the kitchen. Ino was standing there talking to Tenten. The sparkles on Ino’s dress reflected the light show that Tenten had set up. They both looked more prepared than Hinata felt, if Hinata’s hoodie and skirt combo was anything to go by. At least Tenten was in her similar get up, never one for dressing out of comfort. Hinata smiled slightly with a light reminder of their high school days. They sure have come a long way. 

“Hey guys,” Hinata spoke up from behind Ino.

“Hinata! You made it!” Tenten chirped, her volume a little louder than sobriety. 

“Are you tipsy?” Hinata asked with a tilt of her head. She wasn’t interrogating, just asking.

“Pff!” Tenten scoffed. “Nah! Just vibin’ currently!” Hinata immediately noticed the sway of her hips to the music and the steadily increasing volume of her voice, and begged to differ

“Tenten’s been stressing about this all day, so she started drinking early.”

Hinata nodded then looked around the room. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Check your phone,” Tenten told her, nodding to Hinata’s hand. “Looks like your ruffian boyfriend was smoking outside.”

“Smoking what?” 

Tenten laughed. “That’s what I said! He says just cigs, but who knows.”

Ino laughed as well. “Tenten don’t be such a prude. He can smoke cigarettes. He’s his own man.” 

“I’m just saying, we’ve never had much luck with a man who smoked cigarettes. Remember Asuma Sensei?” 

Ino blushed, something she rarely did, and choked on her drink as she turned away from the girls. “You promised you wouldn’t bring him up again!” 

Tenten’s hands flew up in defense. “I’m just saying! As a former medical student I cannot condone such self-destructive behavior.”

“You were in med school for two years,” Ino deadpanned, recovering from her earlier embarrassment. 

“It’s long enough to know the risks. Hinata, you should talk to him.” 

Hinata wasn’t entirely paying attention to their conversation. She seemed more focused on the swarming sea of people. When she finally locked eyes with the ones she’d been looking for since she stepped in, she immediately turned away, back to the girls’ conversation. 

“He’s here,” she said quietly, changing the subject. 

“Yes, we’ve established that,” Tenten quipped. 

“No, he’s—here—here.”

“What other kind of here is the—oh hey there Genma! I see you’ve found Obito and Rin.” 

Genma shoved his hands in his pockets, not looking at either of the girls. His attention was elsewhere, much like Hinata’s was earlier. But now her focus was on the man in front of her.

“So, we doing this or what?” he said, still not looking at any of them. 

“We have to be discreet about it,” Tenten chastised. “We’ll be in contact with the groupchat. Team, keep your phones on you. GenHina, act like you love each other.” She shoved Genma at Hinata for effect. 

“GenHina?” Genma asked, his eyebrows pinching together in confusion, as he stumbled over the shorter girl. 

“It’s what I’m calling you guys. You’re a couple, now. So couple it up.” 

“Good luck!” Obito said with a grin and a salute. His hand found his girlfriend’s waist and guided her to wherever they were going.

Ino smiled at Hinata and walked off with Tenten, presumably to go find Sakura. 

Genma looked down at Hinata to see her pearl eyes staring up at him. She had pink dusting her cheeks, and her mouth was in a perfect pout. He glanced down to that pout, but immediately looked away. “So uh, I guess this is it.” 

“Yeah,” she said in a breathy tone. “I guess it is.”

“So uh, wanna go sit down?” 

“S-sure.” She followed him to the couch, and she couldn’t bear to keep her head up. Her head was down and on his clothes. She almost grabbed him to follow him, but thought that it might make him more uncomfortable. She didn’t want him to hate her.

“You look good by the way,” he said over his shoulder. “You know?”

“H-huh?” she stuttered. “Oh. Th-thank you.” 

“You don’t have to be worried, you know. I don’t bite.”

“Okay.” When they made it to the couch, he sat down. She didn’t know what to do so she just stood next to him. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking up at her.

“Um, standing here?”

“You don’t look like you’re following the mission.”

“Oh right. Um, so what should I do?”

“Hmm,” he thought for a moment. “I have an idea.” He pulled her down by her arm to fall on him and she came crashing down with a little eep! causing him to chuckle. “There. Now you’re sitting in my lap and it looks like I’m the most suave boyfriend ever.” 

“R-right,” she agreed, not looking at him so he couldn’t see how red her face was. Genma smirked. He wondered what else would make her flustered like this. Maybe he’d have fun after all.

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All Hinata could think about at the moment was that her leg was falling asleep. Not that Genma had boney thighs—in fact, his thighs were pretty solid. But as solid as they were, hers were definitely not as muscular, and she could not feel her toes anymore. 

“Uh, G-Genma… san?” She just realized this was the first time she’s ever called his name. Did he want honorifics? Did he care? 

“Please, Genma-san is my father, call me Genma,” he replied with his ever-present smirk. 

She stared at him for a minute in response. 

“It’s a joke. But call me Genma.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Genma.” She added, just to be sure she was doing it right. When he nodded in approval, she tried to continue speaking. “Is there a reason that girl over there has been glaring at us since we sat down?”

Genma looked over her shoulder to what she was referring to. “Probably,” he answered. 

When he added no further context, Hinata started fumbling with her hoodie strings. “D-do you know–um. Her?” she stuttered. 

“Are you nervous?” he asked instead, dodging the question. 

“I just��just, I just don’t want to make anyone m-mad..”

“Who’s mad?”

“H-her.” 

Genma looked over at the girl again, trying to remember exactly who she was. Nothing came to mind. “Why would you care about the opinion of someone you’ve never met?”

Hinata’s slight blush intensified, and she looked away. Her insecurity bubbled in her throat, and she could not answer. 

“Don’t worry about it, I doubt she’s the type to come over here.”

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“Is that Kakashi?” Sakura asked while she squinted somewhere past Ino and Tenten.

“Why would he be here?” Tenten responded, deflecting. 

“I thought I saw Obito earlier, so maybe he invited him,” she wondered aloud. “Why would he even come?”

“Open invitation,” Ino reminded her. 

“Oh right,” she mumbled, not able to take her eyes off the man she could’ve sworn was Kakashi. That is, until he walked right in front of the couch where she saw tiny little Hinata on the lap of some guy. “Oh my god, is that Hinata?” She slapped Ino on the shoulder repeatedly until Ino pulled her arm away. 

“Ow, what?” Ino stood tip-toe to see over the sea of heads to what Sakura was talking about. “Looks like they’re hitting it off.”

“Since when does Hinata sit on people’s laps? I thought she was the purest soul to ever walk the earth.” 

“A little dramatic,” Ino commented. “She’s allowed to have fun.”

“I never said she couldn’t have fun.” She stood on her tiptoes to also get a better look. “But wait–isn’t that? That is, isn’t it?” 

“What?” Tenten asked, now also standing on her tiptoes. “Isn’t it what?”

“That’s fucking Genma, isn’t it?” Sakura grounded her heels but kept her eyes locked on them. “That doesn’t make any sense.” 

“Why wouldn’t it?” Tenten shared a panicked glance with Ino. 

“‘Cause he’s such a sleazeball, isn’t he? I thought he never settled down. Hinata is the type of girl who would want to settle down.” 

“And how would you know that?” 

“Kakashi told me,” she answered quietly. Sakura finally pulled her gaze away from them. “But it wouldn't be the first time he led me astray.” 

Ino and Tenten shared one more look, and Ino nodded, leaving Tenten to Sakura. “Say, why don’t we go play a drinking game?” 

Sakura gave a small smile. “It is our birthday after all.”

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(Reaction image from Kiba to their group chat)

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“Genma!” A loud voice boomed over the house music and the idle chit chat around them, causing Hinata to jump, and her heart rate to skyrocket.

Genma smirked. “Gai,” he acknowledged. 

“She is here! And you are here! Congratulations!” 

“Thanks man,” Genma smiled genuinely. The slight sparkle in his eye as he talked to his friend made Hinata feel more at ease and she sunk a little more into his lap, her nerves easing. 

“It is good that you are more comfortable with each other, especially given, you know—“

“Gai,” Genma cut him off. “Voice down, remember?”

“I am speaking in a very reasonable volume,” Gai argued. 

“Yes, for you. However…” Genma trailed off, but his look to the other party goers spoke for him. Hinata suddenly blushed under the attention, and her gaze fell back to the other girl. She tensed again. 

A small movement of Genma’s fingers distracted her, though. They rubbed lazily, almost absentmindedly, on the bare part of her thigh that was not covered. It was comforting to Hinata in a way that she couldn’t describe and that she would vehemently deny if anyone asked her. The tenseness released from her shoulders. 

“Apologies,” Gai said quickly, mostly to Hinata. She smiled forgivingly. He couldn’t help being so loud. It was simply in his nature. “I just want to sincerely offer my congratulations.” “We hear you loud and clear, Gai. Thank you.” Genma did not take his eyes off his friend, but for some reason, Hinata felt closer to him. He may not be looking at her, but the way he was touching her, the way he smiled at his friend offering his sincere congratulations to them, made her feel like she was wanted. In a way she hadn’t felt before. The familiar feeling of anxiety pooled in her belly. Uh oh. Butterflies.

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“It seems you are needed in the kitchen,” Gai said to Genma after locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket. 

“You sure?” Genma asked. 

“See it?” Gai motioned behind them, the kitchen not really visible from their spot on the couch. 

“Not really,” Genma answered, straining his neck above them. He scooted Hinata off his lap to stand and stretch. “You stay here, I’ll go see what’s going on.” 

Before Genma could leave, Gai stopped him with arm. “I think you better take the lady with you,” he said with a knowing look. Hinata and Genma shared a panicked look then they both sprung back to the kitchen to hear what sounded like the beginning of a shouting match. 

“Why the fuck are you here?!” came Sakura’s voice over the music. Hinata winced. 

“Sakura, chill, he–” someone started to say. 

“I don’t care! This is my birthday, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable to not want my ex boyfriend at my party!” Hinata rushed to Sakura’s side, to try and calm her down. “Who even brought you anyway?!” 

“I thought it was an open invitation,” Kakashi said, with an even tone. No emotion, just hard stares at Sakura.

“It was, but you have fucking common sense, don’t you?!” 

“I was the one that brought him here,” Obito interjected. “I thought enough time had passed since–”

“Well it hasn’t!” she interrupted again. “I don’t know where you get off forcing someone who obviously doesn’t want to be around anyone into public spaces where people are trying to party, but it’s a real mood killer!” Sakura ran a hand through her hair that was getting unruly with her outburst. “Stop trying to force me to date your friends, Obito! And leave my friends alone!” 

“Hey Sakura, what the hell–” Rin started to say, but Sakura interrupted her again.

“I don’t know why you didn’t stop him, Rin. And you,” she turned to face Genma, who was just standing off to the side when Hinata ran to her side. “Leave Hinata alone. She’s not some conquest for you to stake your claim in. She deserves better than some manwhore.”  Hinata stopped pulling on Sakura and stared. She whipped around to Genma who just stood, a little shell-shocked. She couldn’t help the hiccup that was threatening her throat, and took off. Better to look like a coward than to cry in front of all these people. Suddenly, the fact they were in her childhood home hit a little harder, and trying not to cry was getting more difficult by the second. Too many images of trying not to cry in that house, then everywhere she turned she saw a younger version of herself trying to appear as small as possible, as unnoticed as possible. She ran until she couldn’t see the house anymore, and there, on the side of the road, she bawled.

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87 Raph Casey - 🤪

| Send 🤪 (or “Drunk” if you can't see the emoji) for a random drunk text from my muse Raph didn't drink often but that didn't mean he wouldn't. Just not much around the lair he didn't need to hear about it from his brothers. It's not like he had a problem it's just well he sort of lost control of himself pretty easily when his belly was full of alcohol. Raph didn't hold much a filter as is already when feeling a buzz over his mind his beak was far more loss and his thoughts were all well made known. As a fit of giggling was escaping his beak in this very moment once the can of beer was taken away from his beak. He reached over trying to stack it on top of the other two empty can. Working on making a tower because for some reason he just wanted to make a tower out of the cans. Hand planted to the side of the couch tongue sticking out. As he tried his best to keep green eyes fixed on on to the two can set on the bottom slowly moving his arm over holding his breath for dear life. Finally as his hand wobbled he used his other to stable it and set it down to the top of his last two cans.

Smile wide over his beak tail even started to wag from behind him as he marveled at this work. Giggling to himself suddenly he was patted over himself till finally clumsy hands found his Turtle communicator. Opening it up as he tried to get a picture of his tower. "gotta show Casey" He slurred a bit when he spoke as he tried his best to understand how to hold the device between his hands. Needing to squint hard and focus on his tower of cans. It wasn't all that tall but to drunken eyes it was massive and clearly would impress Casey.

Soon Raph felt himself moving back, as if something had a hold of the back of his shell. Falling back on to the cushions of the couch. A loud 'hic' as he felt a hiccup work out from his shell made him land hard. Watching his little tower tip and fall over. A can rolling off to the land on the floor with a soft 'clank' Raph blinked a second before he had suddenly busted out into a fit of laughter "Clanck!" he repeated the sound as if it was some grand joke letting him self fall back to rest on his shell. Another set of giggles working out through them. Holding up his communicator as he selected Casey in it and sent his blurry as all fuck photo but to Raph it was a master piece. As were the last three blurry messes he hand sent to his boyfriend.

Boyfriend. That word alone set a warmth into his shell and a soft grin to his beak even if he was still softly giggling to himself. Staring idly at the name on the messages were told alone had his eyes forming hearts in them. Hugging his phone to his plastron as he sighed out in nothing but pure blissful glee. Thinking about Casey now, "imma text 'em" He says letting fingers work on the buttons to his device now "tell 'em how muh I hic- think 'bout him."

[text] Caaaaaaaasssssseeeeeyey Jjjjoooooooneees [text] It's raphie! As if they wouldn't know who was sending the messages humming in thought [text] thibin boat u bbg (thinking about you baby) [text] like ya messy block hoir I wanna run fingers innit (like ya messy black hair I wanna run my fingers in it) [text] win we kiss i wont kiss nwo so bad!!! (when we kiss, I want to kiss now so bad)

Raph paused reading that last text over a moment just to be on the safe side he sent another text. [text] i wann kiss u !

He just giggles to himself idly lifting his legs up and draping them over the arm of the couch knocking over the last remain cans he had set there before. As he sighed again letting his head tip back as he looks back. "I'm so nuts for 'em think he knows that?" He asks despite knowing Casey knew he told them they were dating but still he hoped Casey understood how crazy Raph was for them. Face back to the screen as his fingers starts texting again. Assuming they might be sleeping right now or out on their own stopping lawbreakers.

[text] I mmiss you! )-: [text] cause ya so qt (cause ya so cute)

He blushed a bit after he sent that "ahh he gonna think I'm dumb!" if he didn't already that would say more about Casey himself. "he so cute though ya see? so fuckin' CUTE!" not many would ever put that word to Casey Jones. But most people weren't Raphael. "He so shy and it drives me wild how cute it is! why he gonna go and hic be so fuckin' adorable 'ike it!" Near sound like Raph was complaining it was an odd thing Casey was so cute to Raph it made him wanna grab the guy and squeeze him because of how cute Casey was. He was so shy when it came to more intimate things. Holding hands, kissing, even taking of his mask or letting Raph do it. How soft Casey's eyes looked when he first kissed them.

[text] i n333d 2 squeeze u! (i need to squeeze you!)

Raph suddenly was typing fiercely as he could feel Casey's lips against his beak even now as if they kiss had been burned against his skin to he could never forget the feel. Despite his text it was purely out of this odd cute aggression Casey seemed to draw out of Raphael. He noticed the feeling of someone near by looming over him now.

"Excuuuuuuse yoou sir" weakly waving his arm trying to swat at them as he tried moving to sit up now. Having got to fast his head started to spin and he needed a second before glaring at the guy beside him. "I have you know" he tried holding a finger so he can wage it out towards them "I hic- 'em a taken turtle mutant. my man could fold ya in half." If Raph wasn't drunk he would understand why this stranger was looking at him like this. Because he had been talking to Casey this whole time. Somewhere around the third or fourth drink Raph had started to just loose track of where he was. He been hanging out with Casey, at their apartment. A few 'cold ones' some pizza and made throw on a game was their plans but Raph had kind gotten a bit carried away once the alcohol hit his system. Slowly moving to sit up on the arm of the couch. "look i'm sure ya nice fella an all but I got a man." he gave a sound huff and went to text back on to his communicator.

[text] a creep hinnt on m3 o-: (a creep hit on me o-: ) [text] dobt worry bbg told him i'm oft the marke ( dont worry baby told him im off the market)

"best hope he don' come here he ain't gonna like ya trying to make a move on his jellybean!" Raph shouted losing control of his voice as he slammed his hand to his shell, throwing his balance off. He rocked a little on the arm before letting gravity take him to the floor where he landed on top of the cans that had fallen their before. Likely flatting a few under his weight. "Jenga!" was all he laughed out once more breaking into an unstoppable fit of giggles. Turning on to his side as he let the laughter slowly work out of him till nothing but a soft sigh left him. Eyes growing heavy as he felt out for his communicator once more just looking at his messages to Casey. Not crossing his mind they hadn't answered still. Just sort of staring longingly at it before pulled it to help trying to hug the little phone to himself. Letting his eyes close head full of Casey, stomach full or beer and a head in a lot of pain but he couldn't feel like in the moment.

[bora-in-tamriel]

Neralion and Teldryn once more, they have consumed my brain

Let the man eat, he’s been sword fighting for you all day >:(

a blurb, no plot but i dont wann adelete it after writing it lol

The Retching Netch had calmed down for the night, with most residents heading home or visitors heading to their rooms. The only sounds filling the open inn were cups hitting the wooden bar counter, as Geldis scrubbed each one clean. About an hour after midnight, the door to the inn opened, wind whistling upstairs, before a faint slam ceased the intruding ash. 

Teldryn and Neralion came walking down the steps to the bar, the Dunmer ruffling his sweaty hair off his scalp, while the other dusted his coat. Teldryn  placed his helmet on the wooden counter, saying his greetings to Geldis as usual. Neralion followed suit, sitting down beside him. They’d always come back either before the first crack of dawn or after midnight, so Geldis was accustomed to the odd hours of preparing food for two hungry people. 

With some hot stew and fried egg, along with some rye bread to boot, both Neralion and Teldryn were chowing down without a word. Teldryn showed little care for utensils when he was really hungry, opting to scoop the stew with the bread and egg. Neralion used utensils, but he didn’t fall behind on emptying his bowl, he was a big lad with an appetite, and no one can really beat him in his speed of eating, not even Teldryn. 

Chugging some of his drink, Neralion hit his chest with a supressed burp, sighing full and content. 

Teldryn shook his head, scooping up more of his stew. “No one’s going to take your food from you, Nera, try to taste it next time,” he joked. 

“Old habits die hard, what can I say, “ Neralion chuckled, stretching. “Besides,” he wrapped an arm around Teldryn, hugging him. “Knowing your appetite, if I have any left by the time you’re done it does tend to disappear.” 

Teldryn scoffed, stuffing his face with another bite. “That was one time, and only because you didn’t seem to be eating it,” he argued, “I didn’t want you wasting any of it.” 

“Mmm, whatever you say.” Neralion pressed a long kiss on his cheek, tipping Teldryn back into an embrace. 

Nearly spilling his meal, Teldryn grumbled in defiance. “Watch it! This couldn’t wait until I was done?”

“Mmm... no.” Neralion smiled against his cheek.