#if i make brush BIGGER i do less........oh shit

[lemon-wedges]

ANd my second piece for the baroryuu zine! :D

[may-stuff]

tw: multiple orgasms (implied), unprotected sex, piv, reader has breasts and a vagina, kinda dom!franco

divider by estelinha-s on tumblr

With a high pitched moan, you cum for the third time in the last two or three hours. You’ve lost track of time a while ago, right after his lips around your clit and his long fingers deep inside your cunt made you orgasm violently.

Your skin is glistening with sweat, which makes your hair stick to your forehead and to the back of your neck. The sheets under you are wet and the room is filled with the dirty smell of sex. You couldn’t care less about your current state, though; because all you need is right here, his body hovering over yours, hard chest pressed against your breasts as his hips keep moving against yours, trying to make your climax last longer. 

Moaning his name for the hundredth time, your hands find his curls and you gently brush them, trying to move his head towards you so you can kiss him. And he lets you. You kiss him sweetly, waiting for him to finally stop moving after he’s filled you with his cum once again. 

But the sweet aftercare doesn’t come. Not yet. 

Frowning, your gaze finds his. A chill runs down your spine when the mischievous glint in those big eyes lets you know that this isn’t over yet. 

When you’re about to ask him what is going on, he moves inside of you again. 

“Wha- oh my God, are you still hard?!” 

Franco’s little laugh sounds childish, almost innocent. Nothing about him is innocent, though, you sure as hell know that. 

“Fran, I’ve already-” your words are interrupted by your own moans when he starts moving his hips again. In and out, his dick hitting every single spot inside you.

“Did you actually think…” he asks between guttural moans. “that I wouldn’t punish you after what you did at the party?”

You want to object, to tell him that you didn’t do shit, but he keeps moving, almost too fast. Then, a few minutes later, he stops. You’re about to ask him what happened when Franco pulls out of you, making you feel empty, but not for long because soon he’s grabbing you by the hips and then flipping you around. 

His hand on your back, gently pushing you down, is enough to let you know how he wants you. Seconds pass until you’re ready: face pressed against the sheets, back arched in a way that makes your ass go up in a perfect angle, and a handful of your hair in his hand. 

When his cock enters the warmth of your cunt again, you moan loudly, almost crying of pure pleasure. The new position feels like he’s reaching deeper inside you, his thickness filling you up so deliciously that you almost think that it’s too much, that you won’t be able to take any more after a few thrusts. 

“I- I can’t-” you cry, you literally cry out of pleasure. “Fran-” 

Another hard thrust makes you yelp, then you scream as one of his hands comes in contact with your round ass. He's spanking you hard.

“You can take it.” he says, voice coming out in between breaths and hisses, because he never stops moving, he never stops fucking you. “You can take it and you will. Otherwise I won’t fuck you ever again.”

You know he’s lying, but your brain right now is too foggy and all you can do is cry and beg. The tears falling down your cheeks and the saliva on your lips make you look pathetic and you know it, but you can’t help it.

“Please, baby-” you moan in a whisper. He still can hear you even over the sound of his skin against yours. 

“I can’t stop now, (y/n)” He breathes. “After what you did? No fucking way.” Every word is accentuated by another thrust of his hips, making you cry out again. 

“I didn’t- I didn’t do anything.” You half cry and half moan while his dick keeps getting buried deep inside of you. Somehow he feels harder and bigger than ever. 

Another slap against your ass and you can feel that your skin there is red already. It burns, but it feels so good. 

“Don’t be a fucking liar.” He grunts. “You looked like a whore in that costume. But that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted to make everyone there think they had a chance to fuck you stupid, just like I’m doing right now.”

You try to shake your head no but you fail miserably. Your entire body convulses as you feel his long fingers reach under you, looking for your clit. When he starts rubbing it, you literally feel like you’re going to pass out. 

“No, no-” you cry. “Nobody can- nobody will ever-”

Nobody will ever fuck me like you. That’s what you’re trying to tell him, but your senses aren’t working right now, you can barely speak. 

He says something else but you can’t hear. You can only feel his dick inside you, twitching with his imminent orgasm. You can also feel his fingers working your clit, as well as the soaking wetness in your cunt that makes everything so easier and messier. The wet sound of your bodies joining and his voice commanding you to cum are the last thing you need to let yourself go.

The fourth orgasm, just as you were expecting, makes you zone out for a few minutes that could’ve been hours, but you know not so much time has passed because when you come back to your senses and open your eyes, you can feel his long fingers roaming the skin of your back. He’s doing it softly now, lovingly, and you know he’s been waiting for you to come back. 

Your face is still pressed against the sheets, so now you try to use your arms to pull yourself up, but they tremble and fail, making you fall on the bed again. 

Fraco doesn’t hesitate to grab you by the waist and turn you around. Soon your chests are pressed together and he’s looking into your eyes, right hand caressing your wet hair. 

“Are you okay, amor?” he asks. You can see the guilt in his eyes. “What do you need?”

You bury your face in his chest as a content smile appears on your lips. 

“This.” you mutter. “I need you.”

“I’m sorry, mi vida. I was too-”

“Don’t be. It was fucking amazing.” you let out a sigh and then add. “I’m so glad we went to that Halloween party.”

He laughs as he hugs you closer. God (or whoever invented Halloween) knows he’s glad too. 

a/n: here's a little something for you. i wish it could be longer but i really don't have much energy. i was writing a long fic for halloween but couldn't finish it so i decided to do this instead, knowing it'd be a lot shorter and easier to write.

i hope you had a great halloween.

[prongsiepotter]

sunbathing by the black lake | j. potter

summary: your childhood best friend james is being a little shit but in an endearing sort of way while showing his little acts of love

pairing: james potter x childhood bsf!reader

a/n: my first time writing on this blog!! i have a childhood friends to lovers playlist on spotify if anyone wants to listen to it bc i have a feeling it’s all i’ll write abt lol would really appreciate some feedback! enjoy x

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There's no way to explain how the energy shifts when James is around. It simply does. Just like how you can feel the sun beating down on you right now. Hence, you can sense his approach without as much as a glance at him, your gaze continuing to drift across the notes Remus left for you in the margins of your essay.

James knows that, of course, as he strides across the grass towards you. You have never really talked about it, but seeing how he can also just tell when you're about to enter a room he's in, you both have made it a habit to not announce your presence. There's just no need.

So when he plops down next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder like it's his birthright, neither of you is surprised. In fact, it’s just right. Like puzzles slotting in perfectly.

For a few minutes, the world consists of birds chirping, a warm breeze, and the distant laughter of a group of Hufflepuff girls sitting a few paces away. You flip the page and let out a huff of laughter. James chuckles, his voice low and right next to your ear as he says, "Wouldn't be Moony if everything he touches didn't have a chocolate stain on it."

"It's like he's marking his territory." You try to rub it off with your sleeve, but the smudge only gets bigger. You squint and hold the paper in front of you, trying to discern if it's that noticeable (it is) but with a shrug you decide you couldn't care less. The movement makes James' glasses slide down to the tip of his nose, and he leans forward to make a dramatic face at you as if you had done him deeply wrong. With a playful eye-roll, you push them back for him and get a signature James Potter smile in return.

"Cheers, love." He beams at you and retrieves a balled-up napkin from the inside of his robe before taking it off. You watch him roll up the sleeves of his white Oxford shirt to his elbows, placing the mystery napkin on your lap. You glance at it curiously. "Unwrap it," he says. "It's for you."

Doing as you're told, you perk up with excitement when the content reveals itself. "Effie sent them?" You hold up the mangled piece of apple crumble like it's the most sacred thing you have ever gotten to hold, which it is. James nods, smiling at your happy dance. "I love her apple crumbles. Thank you!"

"You love everything my mum bakes," he says while lying down on his side, right in front of you with his head propped up on his palm. There's a glimmer in his amber eyes.

You give him a pointed look.

"Because everything that lovely woman bakes is the most scrumptious and amazing thing to exist." You take a big bite from the apple crumble to prove your point and your eyes flutter close as you hum. "This is why we're friends, Potter," you say with a mouthful. "No other reason. This is it."

"Oh yeah?" You hear the amusement in the drawl of his voice. Then he cups the side of your face and you look down at him as he distractedly brushes off some crumbs from the corner of your mouth. He looks up at the sky. "That's a shame because this is the last time you will get anything my mum has baked."

James' gaze is still turned upward, giving the sky his utmost interest as if to check if it's still blue. You stare at him in bewilderment. "Are you insane? Why would you deprive me of Effie's food?"

"I wonder how the weather will be tomorrow," he responds flippantly, and you swear your eye twitches.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you say, narrowing your eyes at him. "I forgot you were satan's spawn."

James does not react. You don’t think he will even reply with the way how he’s squinting and examining the very much non-existent clouds in the clear sky. But then he looks at you like you had asked him to solemnly share his meteorology findings with you, and with undeserved earnestness he tells you, "I think tomorrow will be just as sunny as today."

You blink at him. Then give a long-suffering sigh. "I thought you cared about me."

"I do," James says, rolling over to lay on his back with his eyes closed. "Which is why I can't have you lose your mind over some flour and sugar. I'm doing us a favour. Preserving our friendship." He cracks an eye open to look at you. "We've been friends since diapers, not because of my mum’s food, but because I'm brilliant and extremely lovable. Get your facts straight, woman."

You toss the napkin at his face.

He laughs.

Glancing at the last piece of the apple crumble in your hand, you ask, "Do you want it?"

James shakes his head, looking fond. "You assault me and then offer me the last bite?"

"Force of habit," you say flatly. "I can take it back."

He chuckles and takes off his glasses, resting his arm over his eyes. "You can have it, love. Cheers."

You don't have to be told twice and pop it happily in your mouth. With his other arm, he sweeps the scattered pages aside and pats the spot next to him. "Sleep with me?"

You quirk a brow. "Trying to get into my knickers, Potter?"

A breathy laughter escapes his lips. "Are you offering?"

"You wish."

"Merlin, yes." He sighs dramatically as if all James Potter has known in this lifetime was the pain of longing. He grabs blindly for you and pulls lightly at the hem of your skirt. "A man can dream. But for now just nap with me, yea?"

You bat at his wrist but let him pull you towards him nonetheless. There was never any other option, really.

In the blink of a moment, you're nestled into James’ side. His arm is cushioning your head, fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair as he tells you his thoughts on a book he recently read because he knew you liked it. You listen intensely, enjoying the easy conversation and the sunlight warming your skin. The world feels peaceful, and it doesn't take long before sleep pulls you both into a cosy slumber.

[afrowrites]

Norman F Rockwell

Black reader (plus size too!) x Homelander

Your a hardworking widow and single mother who works at vought in the graphics department, when a certain all American hero is intrigued by the sight of you, or maybe the scent of you...

Warnings: Stalking, Mentions of Death.

Wordcount: 1,891

Rating: Teen and up

A woman stands alone with her ten-year-old son weeping next to her, her stomach holds the last legacy of her husband. And as they lower him into the ground a rifle can be heard to signify a fallen soldier. And a single tear runs down the woman's face knowing she must stay strong.

“~[Your name]~, did you get the final layout for the Homeboy Kids’ book yet?” She asked as she turned towards her coworker's voice, “Oh yeah, I got them, they look pretty good with all things considered.” 

The woman smiled, proud of her co-workers' adherence to her notes.

“Well, that's good, because you have to present them to Ashley today.” The woman said, dropping a bomb and slipping out of her office.

“Wait, I have to do what?!” You half shout.

You frantically search your emails trying to figure out why today you had to present in less than… 

“Oh shit! I gotta do this in an hour!” 

You were wearing your comfiest business casual clothes but were not ready to entertain your boss today, and the email mentioned that others would be attending. ‘Probably those weirdo's in marketing.’  You thought to yourself. 

You stumble down the hallway towards Ashley's office, holding your layout tubes while trying to zip up the back of your skirt. Thank God you had an emergency “I didn't just have a baby” outfit and some heels. 

You fluff your afro up, put on some lipgloss, take a deep breath and open the door to walk into Ashley’s office.

You could see Ashley's permanent furrowed brow shift into a fake plastered smile she gave to all her employees when trying to save face.

“Good afternoon, miss {Your Name}. Have a seat, please”

“Sure” you answer, feeling a bit awkward.

Seth and Evan are engaged in a calm conversation, tucked away in the secluded corner of the room. Meanwhile, you're absorbed in organizing your layouts, your back to the entrance, when the sharp sound of a door swinging wide pierces the silence. Out of the periphery of your vision, you notice the room's occupants abruptly rise to their feet in a unified, almost military precision.

"Uh, Homelander, welcome," she greets with a strained smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, her voice tinged with a detectable quiver betraying her anxiety. Indeed, the atmosphere has shifted palpably; a heavy cloak of tension settles over the room, making the air itself seem laden with foreboding.

“Ashley,” he notes her presence. Uninterested. 

“ Hey Seth, Evan, good to see you.” Now a hint of sarcastic enthusiasm sets in his voice.

He sets down into his chair, and as he sits he turns his head to you. He sniffs the air realizing something. Even before you'd know, he finds you leaking, and suddenly his interest in you increases tenfold and with a sudden interest in you he introduces himself.

“Why hello there,” his devilish grin and piercing blue eyes startle you, “you know it's a shame I never get to meet all the wonderful people here working at Vought, what's your name Ms…?”

“Rodriguez, although people just call me [your name].” You smile professionally. 

“Well Ms.Rodriguez,” he takes your hand in his, brushing your soft knuckles before planting a kiss on them. “I do hope to enjoy your presentation.” As he gave you a soft wink. 

You find his introduction performative but also slightly genuine.

The marketing guys gave their little spiel on how to market the homelander’s son, Ryan. 

You soon make a suggestion. “I believe that would go well with young adult males, but we aren't thinking of the bigger picture here. We know how Homelander is when it comes to women.” 

You see his jaw tighten, so you tread lightly when you continue.

“We’ve already seen the comic books, so how about we take a look at something more child-like for mothers, show the soft story about Homelander becoming a father raising a child all on his own, raising him to be a good American hero.” 

The market guys roll their eyes and scoff in protest, but before they can open their mouths you hear clapping.

“Wow that’s… well that's good,” To you he sounds almost genuine but his mind is still working on you. You breathe a sigh of relief at his approval. 

You mutter off a “thank you, sir.” And scurry back to your seat.

After muttering a quick, “Thank you, Sir.”, you scurry back to your seat.

“Well I think this has been a great meeting, thank you all for being here. I-” 

Homelander interrupts, “Ms.Rodriguez may I have a moment to ask you something?.” 

Stunned, you respond, “Oh-uh sure,” you give him a weak smile. 

“Great,” he grins a menacing grin. “Let's take a walk.”

It's quiet for the first few minutes, almost bone-chilling . He clears his throat to break the silence.

“So, Rodriguez. What do you do here?” He asks in a way that sounds like he's interested but also way too critical. 

“Well sir, I work in graphics and art, but I do most kid's artwork and stuff.” You chuckle nervously.

He nods at your answer, and he continues, “Well I think that is just super!” He still smells your body producing his favorite thing (well maybe second favorite thing). 

He continues the walk in silence until you guys reach your office, he scans around the room trying to find ways to see you more often. Until he sees, “Oh, you have a family,” you turn the picture towards him.

“Oh yeah, my babies,” you sigh at missing them. “Rafael and America.”

“Wow, what a name for such a cute baby,” he feigns interest because as stated before he's only interested in what's under your skirt.

“Yeah, their father named them.” You feel a sharp twist in your heart when mentioning your husband's name, Homelander sees this and with his well-learned acting exclaims, “Whatever he did to you I'll get him.” He places a hand on your shoulder as he jokes with you.

You look up at him with teary eyes before wiping them away. “Oh no it’s not that my husbands not with us anymore.” 

He feels indifferent to your plight, yet he pulls you in for a comforting hug. He smells like warm spices but underneath he smells metallic almost of blood. It’s unnerving.

He releases you from his grip, only to take a long look down and clear his throat. 

“Hmmm I think you might wanna…,” You look down horrified. You're leaking.

Standing at your threshold, the rich oakwood panels seem to reach out, inviting you into the warm embrace of home. Before your hand can grace the knocker, your mother-in-law materializes, her eyes alight with the joy of your arrival. "Hola mami!" Your greeting is tinged with fatigue, yet her presence ushers in comfort. "Hola, {insert Spanish nickname}, how was your day?" Her inquiry is simple, yet it's the undercurrent of genuine concern that touches you. "Well, Mami, to be honest, it was a bit perplexing..." you admit, the words trailing off as you grapple with the day's events.

Your exchange is gently fractured by the delightful pattern of small feet drumming against the floor, a familiar and heartwarming cadence. It's a sound that signals the arrival of one of the most precious joys in your life, a guiding light that brightens even your darkest days. The architect of your daily smiles, your cherished child, the ever-sweet Rafi, bounds toward you. This tiny being, the center of your universe, radiates unadulterated happiness, infusing your mornings with meaning and your heart with boundless love.

"Hey, Mamacita!," He says, 

"Hey there, Papito" you greet, the corners of your mouth turning up in a weary but warm smile. "You're not gonna guess who I bumped into today!"

His eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Who was it?"

"The one and only, most amazing superhero of all time!"

Glancing down, you notice he's clutching his beloved Homelander action figure, its edges frayed and colors faded from love and time. It was a gift from his dad. The sight fills you with a bittersweet mix of joy and a pang of sorrow, knowing the layers of memories it holds.

Sighing, you reply, “Well I met the one and only…”, pause for dramatic effect, “HOMELANDER!”  You see his gorgeous little eyes light up, you love to see your little guy happy. He jumps around the house as his grandma yells at him.

 “Papito! You're gonna wake the…,” she’s already too late. And as your second little bundle of joy starts to cry, your mother-in-law is about to get the spoon on Rafi, “Don’t worry mami, it’s fine I wanted to see my baby anyway.”  You smile at her as you trudge towards your baby's room. “Hey Meri, how’s my girl doing?” You coo at her. She has your husband’s beautiful green eyes, gorgeous fluffy curls and chubby cheeks. You hold her close to you, your heartbeat calms her down. You sit for a while ignoring the noise from the street corner thinking of when her father took you to New Mexico, 

(~Flashback~)

The evening air is warm and the breeze carries the simple romance of the night through the air. He cradles you in his soft loving arms as the stars pale in comparison to the sparkle of his eyes peering into your own.

“Y’know (y/n), I was just thinking,” “Oh that’s never good.” You snicker to yourself.

“Hey, that hurts.” He pretends to get shot in the chest. “Whatever,” You roll your eyes 

“Well, what I was going to say was, what if we get married…” He sheepishly says that last part.

“Um well, to be honest, I want to, after all, little Rafi-,” He interrupts. “Or Meri, I plan on having ten beautiful girls, well eleven because of you.’

You laugh a hearty laugh. “Yeah right, let’s just focus on the first one, but yeah I wanna be married.”

“Okay great because I have this ring in a box and I didn’t know who I was gonna give it to.” He yawns sarcastically. 

You wide-eyed stare at him for a little, until it sinks in. You sit up and push his shoulders to the ground. “Oh my God!” You kiss his face all over.

“Hey mami, watch the baby. They ain’t finished yet.” He chuckles “I love you, baby.” he smiles with his gorgeous lips. 

“I love you too, papito.” You lean in for a kiss all while smiling into his lips.  And while you once again fall in love, your favorite song plays.

~Como la flor, Con tanto amor, Me Diste tu~

“Se Marchitó, Me marcho hoy,” You sing to the bittersweet words of Selena, “ Yo sé perder, Pero a-a-ay, cómo me duele, A-a-ay, cómo me duele.” 

The smells of your cooking penetrate the room and seep out of your window into the cold air of a New York night, the warmth and love from your kitchen emanating from your apartment.

Unfortunately for you, a certain pair of eyes enjoyed your little performance, and the ethnic food smelled to him albeit too much spice for his taste, he could still feel a distant mother’s love through those smells.

And when you decided to close the window, he took that as a challenge to get into your life and ruin it. 

[oogaboogaspookyman]

@sm-baby

I COULD BE HAPPY WITH SOMEONE NEW BUT MY HEART ACHES

[JUST FOR YOU]

It's been a while, hasn't it?

The office door creaks open

"Heya Pom! Brought back the paper i asked you yesterday?" Jax sounded so cheery. So happy while you just sat there on the chair like a drunkard... Well he's not a romance guy, of course he would be happy on his own. Damn rabbit.

"Not a word? What, still miss Sir Dentures?" He chuckles. He doesn't stop chuckling. What a clown... Thinks the jester. Ironic.

"Hm..."

His smile fades into a sincere frown.

Sigh

"Look here, Pom... It was necessary. He's free, paid for restoring us, we're all good now. No more murder and i got my nice charming scarf back and my favorite brushes, i'm the cool art teacher again!"

"So turn the dumb frown upside down aaaand please give me the paper i asked you? Please and thank you?"

"You're not a romance guy, of course you're fine. [___]hole..."

...

Oh...

"Oh for the love of- the censor is still here?! God darn it, i wanna say the f word for once! I loved doing that!"

You grip onto the table until it began to crack at the memory of him. Him, him, him. That stupid fucking human.

"Pom you may wanna lay off the grip there, i paid a lot for tha-"

A chunk is crushed. Like paper.

...

"Ah..."

Pomni lets go, revealing the chokehold put on the table left a permanent mark.

"Did ya dissociate again? I spoke well 'n clear, i paid a lot for that one!"

"Suck me, rabbit, you can get your s[__]t yourself" Pomni gets up and storms off from the office with no more words.

"Eh... Christ she's not okay..." Jax sighs

"Wonder if things coulda been better?"

Nobody helps at all.

Gangle offered to distract her, have a play, but Pomni wasn't in the mood.

Zooble offered a smoke but she didn't wanna try that kind of stuff.

Bubble is too much of an agent of chaos to give a shit, offered to commit "one (1) arson".

Kinger is just too far gone in his dementia, lucid when it was fucking funny and nothing more...

Nobody helps.

He knew how to help...

Only he knew...

Him...

The door to Ragatha's room creaks open

"Oh hey Pomni! How's your day go... Oh..." Ragatha notices Pomni is not any form of happy, if anything she looks like she's empty inside and wants to die...

"Oh you're not alright... Would you like to talk over tea..?"

"Mm... Will you let me vent properly?" Pomni groaned, still doubting that she won't pull out the whole everything is fine bullshit

"Oh- u-uhm- yes of- of course! Of course, i- i apologize for my past behavior, i really wasn't in my... B- best moments, at the time..." Ragatha stuttered. Don't stutter, you pretentious... ... Anyhow.

"Okay... Do you remember... Caine?" Ragatha already caught wind of the situation...

"The human with the dentures head? Yes, i remember him just fine, he restored us..."

"Yeah..."

"He was a good man, although didn't have the best manners he was alright nonetheless, knew how to make some laugh..." Ragatha and Pomni chuckled at the memory of Caine's wacky way with words. Jumping jellybeans? Seriously? That's a man right there!

A good dude...

"..." Pomni's pupils turned into black scribbles at the thought of him. The chuckling had faded as soon as it started, replaced by...

"I loved that human, if i'm being honest... He knew how to cheer me up, how to make the situation seem less bigger than it actually is... He knew how to kiss, god did he know..." Ragatha let out an "oh my" after hearing Caine kissed her, what else did they do..?!

"He... He was... He's amazing. Just that, amazing..." Pomni sighed, sipping on the tea she's given... "I loved him..." She began to sniff, putting down her cup.

"Oh dearie, come here-" Ragatha put down her cup and welcomed Pomni with open arms, knowing full well she needed to let it out of her system.

And that she did. Pomni got up and hugged Ragatha as tight as she could, and began to sob her lonely heart away, "He loved you too, Pomni, that cannot be denied..." Ragatha spoke as she held Pomni close. The poor jester, so alone...

How ironic.

She has friends, and yet she's lonely.

Caine had filled up a hole nobody could fill, and now that he's gotten out of the game after restoring everyone to their better conditions... That hole is empty once more, a gaping void and nothing to fill it.

How lonely this jester must be...

But it was necessary. He's free now.

[gravehags]

our little remedy

Pairing: Aether x f!Reader x Mountain

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: threesome, PinV sex, anal sex, weed smoking, ghouls being tender as always, Cumulus and Dew cameos

Words: 2,416

Summary: Two ghouls at once was unprecedented for you. But you love a challenge.

a/n: PART 5 BABY HORNY HOURS ARE NOW the way i would let aether and mountain absolutely destroy me...whew

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“Mm…’Lus…I have kitchen duties.”

The ghoulette smiles against your lips and pushes you further into the doorframe. Clearly she pays your concern no mind as she slides her hand into your hair, claws scratching lightly at your scalp. 

“Not finished with you yet, my love,” she purrs, hand sliding down to cup your ass. A low wolf whistle comes from the hallway and the two of you part, brows furrowed. Dewdrop is leaning against the door opposite Cumulus’, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. Cumulus lets out a little growl that makes your breath hitch.

“We’re busy, fuck off,” she snarls at him, gripping your hips and frowning.

“Oh I know,” he says slyly, “heard you both loud and clear last night. And you didn’t invite me?” His lips slide into a faux-pout and Cumulus looks like she’s going to launch at him. 

“Dew, fuck off,” you say simply in an effort to de-escalate the situation, “and mind your business. ‘Lus, I have to go.” She looks so damn sad, tail flicking lowly behind her. Squeezing her hands you lean over and give her two kisses on her cheek and one achingly sweet one on her plush lips. Dew at least has the decency to look away as you give her a meaningful stare. She sighs and relinquishes your hands.

“If you must,” she says, giving Dew a sideways dirty look.

“Bye, love,” you murmur. “Goodbye, Dewdrop,” you say, brushing his shoulder affectionately as you pass.

You hurry down the hall to make sure you don’t witness any ghoul-on-ghoul violence. It’s still too early in the day for that.

—

A week passes, filled with duties both tedious and enjoyable, and you find yourself heading to the common room on your floor. You’ve earned the ire of your fellow siblings after the invasion of ghouls in the space but quite frankly you couldn’t care less. You walk in and immediately register a conversation.

“I don’t think she can handle it.”

Mountain is sitting on the couch, joint in hand speaking to Aether, who sits in a chair opposite with his feet propped up on an ottoman. You loudly deposit your bag in a chair and sidle over to them.

“Who can’t handle what?” It’s not like you to be this nosy but you and the ghouls had become close over the past few months and they seemed to prefer bluntness. Plopping yourself on the couch next to Mountain, you give them both a look. Mountain takes a deep drag from his joint and passes it to you.

“Can’t handle us,” he says simply, exhaling smoke.

You don’t have to ask for clarification - you’ve picked up on what he means.

“Took Cumulus’ strap,” you say, not without a little pride. Aether grins wickedly and winks at you.

“We heard,” he chuckles, watching you take a hit. “Been thinking about those sweet noises you made that night for days now.”

You cough a little on your exhale, making Mountain smile.Your cheeks are burning from the way they both look at you.

“Do you want it?” Mountain queries, accepting the joint back from you. “Both of us?”

Lust simmers low in your stomach as the weed pulls through your system.

“Yeah,” you breathe, biting your lip. Aether’s eyes fly to where your teeth tug on flesh and you see his fists clench. Mountain stands, positively towering over you and you crane your neck to look up at him. Aether follows suit, looming, and you turn your gaze to him.

Oh absolutely, you think.

As if reading your mind, Aether extends a hand and pulls you off the couch.

“Yours?” he asks Mountain as the three of you walk towards the door.

“Yeah. Bed’s bigger.”

–

Once again you find yourself in the ghoul den, standing at the threshold of Mountain’s room. He’s right - his bed is massive. The room is decorated with crawling vines and beautiful blooms and idly you wonder how he cares for them in such a dark space. Aether slides his hands around your waist from behind you as Mountain closes the door, making you jump a little.

“Easy,” he purrs, leaning forward to inhale deep at the crown of your head. When you turn in his arms to face him he’s gazing down at you with a soft expression, even with his pupils blown. Suddenly gripped with desire you slide your palm along his jaw and raise yourself on tiptoes to capture his lips. You whimper against him as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours. As he devours you, he guides you backwards towards the bed, where Mountain is sitting. Upon your approach he stands and you slip from Aether’s grasp to enter his. He’s too tall for you to reach so you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your level. When he slides a hand down to bring your hips against him, you moan at the feeling of his hardened cock resting against you. 

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Aether asks from behind you as he strips himself. You want to turn to look at him but Mountain grips your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up.

“She’s perfect,” he murmurs. Your flush continues to spread across your body and you’re filled with such emotion not only for the both of them, but for all the ghouls. They’ve been so kind to you, so loving - more so than anyone else you’ve met during your time at the abbey. Mountain must see the tears welling in your eyes because he sits, bringing you back to eye level with him.

“You’re perfect,” he repeats, and Aether echoes him before wrapping his arms around you once more. You’re finally distracted from emotion by the feeling of Aether’s lips on your neck as his hands slip the buttons of your habit loose. Mountain helps his effort, sliding the garment down and off your body until you stand before the both of them in your bra and panties.

“C’mon, Mountain,” Aether says, lips on your shoulder.

“Your turn,” you smile at him as he begins to remove his shirt and pants. As he is occupied with that task, you feel Aether unhook your bra and a shiver runs through you as his large hands slip down your body to remove your underwear. When you’re finally nude, you turn to face him and gasp. He’s gorgeous - big, strong, dusted with hair and his cock juts out proudly. He’s nowhere near as long as Swiss but he’s thick - so thick your body aches at the thought of being filled by him.

“You like it?” he asks, bringing a hand down to idly stroke himself.

“Mmhmm,” you respond, stepping towards him and sliding a hand into the hair on his chest. He purrs contentedly as he moves his hand to your breast, teasing your nipple into hardness. You lean into his touch, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him fondling you when you realize Mountain has gone untouched. You turn to face him and your jaw hangs open. He’s already reclined on the bed, slowly stroking his (unbelievably big, you think) cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says with a grin as the two of you make your way towards him.

“Didn’t want you to feel neglected,” you say as you kneel on the duvet. Slowly, you climb over him and swing your leg to straddle him. Leaning forward, you kiss him slowly, letting his cock drag between the two of you as you work your mouth over his. When you shift forward to drag him through your folds, you hear Aether moan behind you. You turn to beckon him and he kneels onto the bed behind you, mouthing at your shoulder blade. With every roll of your hips Mountain’s gaze darkens, and he grips you hard.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, making a surge of wetness slide out of you. “Both of us.”

Unable to handle the teasing drag of his cock against your clit any longer, you sit precariously up on your knees and take him in hand. You can barely wrap your fist around him and you feel a swoop of anxiety. Mountain seems to sense your nervousness and slides his hands to your waist, gazing up at you. When you position yourself above him, you take a deep breath before slowly lowering yourself on him. The stretch is divine, and you hear yourself whimper as you continue to ease him inside you. You finally take him to the base, and Mountain’s eyes roll back in his head. You’re content to sit there for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of being full, when you feel Aether behind you sliding his hands up to your breasts.

“Look at you take him,” he breathes, pinching your hardened nipples. “How does it feel?”

Gently, you roll your hips a little and moan at the sensation.

“Good,” you say, head falling back against Aether’s shoulder as you repeat the motion, “so good.”

You lift yourself up enough almost for the entirety of Mountain to slip out of you and then bring yourself down. His hips jerk upwards to hit that beautiful spot inside of you. Slowly, you begin to ride him and he grips your hips, claws digging into you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mountain growls, thrusting up into you with every roll of your hips, “just like that.”

Aether continues to play with your tits, breath hot in your ear as you arch backwards against him. When he pulls away for a moment to grab something on the dresser behind him, you whine at the loss. He returns, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as his hand drifts down your body to rest on your ass. He spreads you open and you lean forward, arching your back. Gently, he brushes his thumb over your asshole and you buck backwards into his touch. You’ve stopped riding Mountain, too distracted by Aether, but Mountain continues to fuck into you at a steady pace. You hear a small pop from behind you and when Aether’s fingers return to brush over your hole, they’re warm and slick. Biting your lip you let him gently probe a finger into you and he coos in your ear.

“Feel good?” he asks, teasing your hole open until he’s knuckle deep.

Too full to think, you nod your head dumbly, pushing your hips back on his hand so his finger is completely inside of you.

“Good girl,” he purrs, making your cunt clench around Mountain, “can you take another?”

Mountain thrusts up particularly hard, causing you to cry out.

“Yes! Please, Aether,”

Slowly, Aether adds a second finger and you moan brokenly. He eases into you, lightly scissoring his fingers and the stretch makes your clit throb. Aether continues like this for several minutes as Mountain steadily thrusts into you. But it’s just not enough.

“Need you,” you whine over your shoulder. “Need your cock, Aether.”

When Aether slides his fingers out of you you let out a pathetic noise, only to have your cunt clench at the sound of Aether slicking his cock up behind you. When he presses the head against your hole, you arch your back into his touch. With a leisurely pace he slides into you and your jaw hangs open as he stretches you. 

“So tight,” Aether hisses. “Isn’t she?”

Mountain grins from beneath you as your eyes roll back. The feeling of both of them inside of you, making you feel so full, practically makes you drool. When Aether begins fucking your ass at an unhurried pace, Mountain joins in. You can barely bring yourself to move, let alone think, as your body hunches over in pleasure. 

“Fuck, love,” Aether groans, as his pace begins to pick up. Mountain matches his speed, making you throw your head back and moan again and again. It’s somehow both too much and not enough as you work their cocks, drinking in the desperate and hungry noises they make.

“Mountain,” you pant as your breasts bounce, slick with sweat. “Aether!”

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Mountain says breathlessly. “Don’t stop fucking her.”

Aether’s lips are on your shoulder as he obeys the other ghoul’s command. Mountain’s thrusts become frantic as you continue to ride him, despite the burn in your thighs. When he cums, it’s with a shout and you moan at the feeling of his seed pulsing into you and spilling out. You don’t stop after he’s finished and softening inside you, determined to chase your own high. Aether’s own thrusts are becoming haphazard and he reaches around you to cup your mound, fingers sliding through Mountain’s cum to rub your clit.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Aether pants, “cum on our cocks.”

You whine, desperate to reach your peak and feel Aether finish. All of a sudden, your orgasm hits you like a freight train and you’re crying out over and over as you clench Mountain’s softening cock and Aether’s hard one. It’s exactly what Aether needs to hear because all of a sudden he lets out a broken moan and cums into your hole in drawn out spurts. A moment passes, the only sound in the room being the collective panting of the three of you. When Aether slips himself out, you let out another, far smaller moan at the feeling of his seed sliding out of you and down your cunt to where you’re still joined with Mountain. Gently, Aether urges you off Mountain and picking you up, lays you down on the duvet. You barely register Aether leaving and heading towards the bathroom but when he returns and slips a warm, damp rag between your thighs you make a sweet sound of thanks. Mountain shifts himself over to make room for both you and Aether and you sigh contentedly.

“Well done,” Aether says in your ear.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly, running your hand over Mountain’s chest. Both ghouls are purring and the sound sets you immediately at ease. Suddenly, you think of something that makes you laugh out loud. Both of them cock their heads at you quizzically and you rub your eyes.

“Dew,” you say, grinning, “Dew said he wanted to watch me take both your cocks. He’s going to be so disappointed he missed it.”

Aether loudly snorts and Mountain rolls his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Aether grins against your shoulder. “There’s always next time.”

They don’t stop teasing you about your blush for a while.

[ijumpbridges]

woah my first time requesting off anon

anywyaydbsbbdb if requests are open i’ll req Scp 035 x ghost!reader where whenever 035 is a little mean/“manipulative” towards reader, reader just scares the shit out of him for a week as a “haha i get the last laugh” kinda thing BRHDHHDSJH

thanks! and if you don’t feel comfortable writing this, your free to decline/delete it, no worries! ^^ (if any part of my request doesn’t make sense lmk!)

035 x Ghost!Reader

I love you… WHO SAID THAT

Anyways, request are open thank you for requesting, i also love Ms. Pauling.

It is unclear how you two meet, but it you two had stick together for a long time ago.

Every time Dyo wakes up you had be there in a corner greeting him or just around even before he takes over a host.

Overall your friendship with him is okey, but in all friendships there are always flaws.. very big ones.

He would literally try to annoy you on purpose to help him cuz he says that ‘we are friends right? Then help me with x or y” But then ignores you or invalidates your feelings.

This had happen for a while, but you decide to put a stop at it.

Since you are a ghost, ghost tend to have those weird days where reality turned towards you and being around has become ills to the point of feeling like you were about to have panic attack, but never had it.

Those times Dyo thought since more vulnerable, the better.

Oh he thought wrong..

___

“Hey… how are yo friend?” Dyo said coming closer to you, as you were on a corner trying not to loose your mind.

“Leave me alone Dyo, im not in the mood to be manipulated by you” You spitted out.

“Me? Manipulate you? Never!” He said with his fake tone, but you didn’t reply only looking away hoping he had left you alone.

“I need a tiny favor from you” he said and then started to yap his life away on wanting to escape, but stop when he realize you weren’t listening.

“Oh come on, you know friends help each other! I always been there for you when remember when… when..” He tried looking for an example but immediately brush it off “that doesn’t matter” He said coming closer to you “But what matters is that friends help each other and.. and we are friend-“

“LEAVE ME ALONE” you yelled. You grew big and scary, you grew even bigger tha touch the ceiling and had to stretch out, everything around started floating, the cristal box and holder of 035 mask.

035 felt back and hit the floor as soon as you scream at him to leave you alone. One of the cameras that was on too of you ended up hitting him, he then ran out and and shouted for help. Foundation personal were confused as to what happen.

~~~

After that incident you were pretty much mad at him, as to for many time that he wouldn’t leave you alone when you were down.

With or without a host you will show up, in a corner making sure he can see you.

He would try to use telepathy for her, but be immediately shut down by thousands of whispers that he couldn’t keep up on what they were saying, changing his expression to a frown.

Sometimes you would shake his container, one time you shake it so hard it almost felt down.

You would come really close to him and look at him with unsettling eyes and show a reflection knowing that you were right behind him watching him.

Sometimes you would follow him making him paranoid, at the same tike you would move things around to purposely make him trip or fall.

One time you threw a guards head at full force at him, it missed but he got blood splashed.

Sometimes you would chase him, not in a comical way. He got even hurt one time and almost got in danger to which you save him too.

Of course he will force himself to apologize to you and say he wont do it again. He will eventually but less persistently. He couldn’t take the abuse any longer.

This sourt of give you a sense of security next time he will think twice before he even tries to mess with you.

—-

That is all y’all i hope you all enjoyed it!

[raineandsky]

#54

The villain was never really one for feelings. They’re a pain in the ass, for one, and they have a tendency to get in the way of whatever evil thing she’s trying to do. Ignoring them has become second nature by now.

Ignoring everyone else’s feelings was an even bigger thing to avoid. She tends to rob people and wreck their cars, so she’s long learnt to ignore the negative reactions her actions gain her. And the heroes, god, they hate her the most. The only reason she ever tunes into how they feel is to gauge how well she her plans worked.

She spots someone skulking in the shadows on her usual route home, though, and her distaste for other people’s emotions is momentarily replaced with a need to be nosy.

She gets as close as she dares in the low light, and after a fair amount of squinting into the darkness she can finally see who’s decided to flop down on the pavement. The trussled brown hair, the tacky neon suit that practically lights up in the dark, holy shit the knockoff Nikes. She knows exactly who she’s looking at.

She takes a moment to clear her throat, brushing her own coat down. She hadn’t exactly expected to see anyone at this time of night, but opportunities like this aren’t exactly typical for a Tuesday evening.

“[Hero],” she greets smoothly, and she could almost laugh at how much her voice makes her nemesis jump. “We’re taking a secret lunch break, I see.”

The granola bar that was in the hero’s hand disappears impressively fast. She quickly wipes at her face before speaking. “No, I was, uh…”

Oh god, the villain’s walked in on something. The hero’s voice is shaking. She’s goddamn crying. “I don’t really, uh, get lunch breaks anymore.” The hero laughs, the sound broken with heartache. “This is more of a… y’know, like a depression meal.”

That really is tragic. She only wishes she gave more of a shit. Or less. The hero wouldn’t be able to tell the difference either way. “And why are we eating a depression meal that consists of a singular granola bar at…” The villain glances at her watch. “One in the morning?”

“Ah, it’s not a big deal,” the hero says in the tone of someone who thinks it’s a big deal. “The agency’s, uh, kind of laying heroes off.”

Oh, that is tragic. Hilariously so. The villain pulls what she hopes is a sympathetic face to hide the fact that she wants to laugh at the hero. Of course the agency would throw everyone under the bus the moment they get the chance. It’s all they’ve ever done.

“... And like, being a hero is all I’ve ever known,” the hero is still saying, like music to the villain’s ears. “It’s all I am. And– and they kick me out and suddenly I’m not a hero and I’m nothing.”

“Shame.”

“It’s all I had going for me, y’know? And now I’ll just have to, like, I don’t know, get an office job or something!”

“Nine-to-fives do suck.”

“I hate it. I hate them and I hate this and I hate feeling like shit.” The hero is rambling through tears now, and quite frankly the villain’s emotions switch couldn’t be any more turned off. She doesn’t really see someone whose life has collapsed. She sees an opportunity.

“It must be hard,” the villain says softly, everything in her demeanour perfectly constructed for pity, “to be thrown to the side like that.” The hero nods with a dejected sniffle, and the villain holds back a smile. “You deserve better than that.”

“I– I know, but…” Where the hero produced a tissue from is a mystery, but it dabs at her eyes all the same. “I don’t know. I can’t be a proper hero if I can’t be there.”

“You can be who you want without anyone holding you back, darling,” the villain continues. If her perceived trajectory of this conversation is right, she’ll win in the next three or so lines. “You don’t need the agency puppeting you to do good. You’re still a hero.”

“Yeah.” The hero turns her face up to the villain, a pitiful attempt of a smile gracing her features. “Yeah, I can, right? I can still fight you without someone telling me to do it.”

The villain snorts a laugh of sorts, and the hero actually grins this time. It would be a much nicer sight if the villain gave two shits. “Come on, darling, on your feet. You can stay with me until you find your footing.” She holds a hand out to the hero, lugging her upright with a struggle she barely manages to hide. “We’ll get you working your magic without the overlord shitheads in no time.”

“Are you sure?” the hero asks timidly. “I don’t want to intrude.”

Bingo. “You won’t be intruding,” the villain tells her breezily. She has to turn away to hide her victorious grin. “You’re always welcome with me.”

[ryxmix]

HUI SHI SFW AND/OR NSFW HCS PLS IM STARVING I LOVE DRAGON CHARACTERS (I love Dan Heng especially his IL form it isn’t surprising for me 😭)

HUI SHI ; WHAT IS IT LIKE ?

pairings ; hui shi x gn!reader

warnings ; vvv soft fluff and smexy times (khehehe), nsfw and sfw headcanons, he's very soft, y'all aren't married yet but might as well be fr, double ds...

a/n ; HUI SHI WAS MY FIRST MANNNN, unfortunately bugbear has my heart BUT MY BEAUTIFUL DRAGON (maybe that's where the dan heng obsession came from...)

oh the prettiest boy, the bestest sweetest troublemaker in the world. the softest most ethereal man and yet your still probably RUNNING FROM PEOPLE EVERY DAMN TIME YOU MEET HIM IN THE HALLWAYS.

it's always the pretty ones fr...

pushing that aside...he's the MOST polite sweetest pretty boy around everyone but you KNOW he's shit talking people behind their back with you every. single. time.

he's not only a BOYFRIEND. he's a best friend. he's girlypop fr but only for his sweetest bestest s/o ever because he's amazing.

people probably won't have any idea you're together unless they really observe. you're his FIRST close friend, and that's fine that's cool, but people still think you're JUST friends...

until they notice the way he looks at you. completely focused, not interrupting not arguing, smiling. not arguing?? hui shi?? no QUESTIONS?? they don't need to see the constant hand holding and the clothes exchanging and messy clothes when you enter shared classes (oo lala, hon hon hon *french*) to know that you're dating or AT LEAST that he's enamoured with you.

our man is an over-thinker, so all though he's very open around you, he's very hesitant at first in the relationship. doesn't know when to touch, what to say, how to really show that he really really likes you.

you'll have to take initiative at first, be very verbal and very slow with the heading into the romantic affection, but when you get to the comfortable point HE WILL SMOTHER YOU WITH LOVE.

not a big fan of pda, but he's very content on giving you love at home. because of the excess of cutesy dates he takes you on, people are quick to assume that he's more of an acts of service person than physical touch, BUT HE'S THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS 💪💪💪

he gets into trouble with certain people because he's a little bit of an interrogator, so he'll come into your dorm room with the most beautiful smile on his face, flowers in hand, pressing chaste kisses to your lips and go, "Please hide me, my dearly beloved."

Get your mans fr.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

bro has the ddd (double dragon dicks)

YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO WRITE ABOUT A DRAGON MAN AND NOT GIVE HIM THE DOUBLE DS?? nah you don't know me fr

I wouldn't say he's like big big, more on the above-average size. Like maybe 5.5 inches when not hard and 6 when it is?? That is MORE than enough so you are set.

I'd say the second one is a lil bigger than by like .2 .3, barely noticeable but it's there.

does not DARE put both in ever, one already has him panting and two is just going to hurt 😔

he will go feral and let out the cutest softest whines ever if you help him out with d no. 2

very much a soft service dom!!! you are priority no. 1!!

i'd say he might have a blind fold kink. because of the vibes.

he makes love and makes love ALONE

also don't think he has the biggest libido nor is ready to go the pound town every day. more of a healthy amount, like maybe once or twice a week, less during exam times.

he will always make sure to ask whether you're still doing well during sex, always stopping to press kisses to your neck

his horns are a lil sensitive, so kiss them or brush your fingers against them is fine, but he is NOT comfortable with holding them tight for support. once or twice is okay!!

he is a hand holder do i need to explain?

very teasing but in the sweetest way, will make the both of you laugh during prep and aftercare because he's the man!!!

aftercare is just talking nice relaxing showers and then taking a nap. it's the best thing ever (bubble baths)

idk what to say man he's just...the sweetest.

(i am not the biggest hui shi girlie so i'm sorry if it wasn't up to your taste!!! now bring siri + eleni, luca, OR MY BBG BESTEST BOY EVIL PSYCHOPATH BOOGEYMAN BUGBEAR and I think I'll be able to them better)

©ryxmix

[kintrash413]

socialstuck fic given... recent events :3c

Reddit would consider Tumblr… a friend. maybe. As far as he could tell, Tumblr didn’t think of him at all- embarrassing, considering the small but existent pedestal Reddit held him on but whatever. Reddit, Tumblr, and 4Chan seemed to be the last anonymous sites out there, as far as Reddit knew. and 4Chan was beyond antisocial so once again, that just left Tumblr.

Reddit’s home was collapsing. The carefully built in technology he’d curated over so many years to help everyone he could was getting outlawed, and as a result every part of his home that relied on it was collapsing. Which was… most of it, really.

But… Tumblr wasn’t open to taking in people for charity, he’d made that very clear when Twitter was in an eerily similar situation. And those two used to be matesprites. What hope did Reddit have in comparison?

All this to say that Reddit had been standing outside of Tumblr’s door for nearly an hour, and it was starting to snow. Worst he could say is no, right? Well, that wasn’t true. He could say ‘ew’.

Taking a deep breath and brushing the powdered snow off his shoulders, Reddit knocked.

The door slammed open, and Reddit was greeted with the blade of an axe to his face. He screamed and backed up, hands shooting up innocently. “I’m sorry I’m sorry! I’ll-”

“Oh.” Tumblr lowered the weapon, placing it against the wall. “Thought you were another bot. What are you doing here?”

“Um…”

Tumblr took a step out into the cold, shivering slightly under his suit jacket and eyeing Reddit intensely. “You’re not a bot, right? What’s five (5) times five (5)?”

“...25?”

Tumblr nodded, absconding the single step back inside. “Firefox, it’s cold out here. Come in, dude.”

Well, Reddit was allowed inside for the moment, and he gratefully took it, kicking his boots against the welcome mat as he stepped in. “I don’t know if you heard but, Spez-”

“Oh I heard,” Tumblr spat as he shut the door. “Another fucking corporation fucking over disabled people to make a quick buck.” He shook his head in disgust. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Sure?”

Tumblr headed into the kitchen without another word, and after a moment of standing in place stupidly, Reddit decided the best course of action was to follow a few feet behind.

“congrats on the protesting, by the way,” Tumblr stated as he rummaged through the cupboards. “Takes guts to cost a corpo that much money.”

"th-thanks." Reddit twiddled with his thumbs and hid his smile in his hoodie. "but, because of all that my house is… well it's a mess. it's falling apart, the lights aren't working, and the locks have all been changed so…"

Tumblr sighed, pulling a carton of some strong-smelling drink from the cupboard and pouring two cups. "What is it with everyone coming to me when faced with homelessness? I'm honoured, maybe?"

"I mean- I don't think Spez will keep this shit up I just need a place to crash until… if you have the space, I mean."

Tumblr pushed the drink into Reddits hands, just listening for now as he leaned against the counter and downed his own drink in seconds.

Reddit took a single sip before immediately deciding never to do that again. "bluh… anyway, i, uh…" Reddit spoke quickly, as if that would make the next sentence any less embarrassing. "I enjoy a lot of your content and made quite a few snoos after you so I should be able to acclimate-"

"ah, stop you flatter me," Tumblr made a show of fanning his cheeks dramatically, playful grin making Reddit feel all sorts of pale things he was desperately trying to ignore. "multiple? I knew about r/Tumblr but… oh, I guess there's r/CuratedTumblr and r/196, practically. and... r/TumblrCringe."

Reddit had no excuses for that.

"but I know a lot of my bigger users carry fame across your platforms as well so clearly you've got good taste." Tumblr hummed thoughtfully. "I'll think about it. where are you staying right now?"

well, a few minutes ago he was staying outside of Tumblrs door. and before he walked over he was living on his own porch leaning against the locked door. but mostly he was living nowhere and bouncing around to distract himself from the fact that he was living nowhere.

"oh," was Tumblrs subdued response to Reddits silence. "how long do you think you'll…?"

"48 hours, hopefully."

"well… that's not long at all. I got a couch you can sleep on until then and… you're a hell of a lot more respectful than Twitter was…" he patted Reddit on the arm with a smile. "let me show you around."

Reddit let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding before following Tumblr further inside the house. "thanks."

"not a problem! stay as long as you need."

[dannystattoo]

Change Your Ticket

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: None

It’s Danny’s birthday enjoy this one shot based on the One Direction Song if you were wondering

Your alarm started going off, and you cursed when you saw it was already somehow 5:45am and time to get up. Your flight didn’t leave for a few hours, but it was a holiday weekend, you were anxious about getting to the airport in time, and you wanted to leave earlier than probably necessary. You also still had to get all your stuff packed up. You’d been on the road with your boyfriend’s band the past week, and when you had to choose between packing your stuff when you got back to the hotel after the show or getting laid for the last time until the tour ended in two months, the decision was easy. You tried to get out of bed without waking him, but it was nearly impossible seeing as you were about as tangled as two people could be.

“Y/n, are you up already?” Danny said next you, definitely still half asleep.

“Yeah babe, I have to pack remember?” You turned on your phone’s flashlight, not wanting to turn on the overhead light, though you still needed to find something to put on. Unable to figure out where the clothes you wore to the show last night went (they’d been off not even 5 minutes after getting into the room), you grabbed Danny’s shirt off the floor after your foot had become tangled in it.

“It’s still dark, come back to bed.”

“Baby, I can’t, I have to pack and take a shower. Go back to bed, you have another show tonight and we probably don’t have to leave til like 7:30, maybe 8 depending on traffic.”

At this point, Danny was awake enough to give you puppy dog eyes in an attempt to get you to come back to bed. “Then you have time, please? I won’t see you til April”

“Don’t remind me, I’m actively choosing to ignore that for as long as I can. Can I turn this lamp on? I can’t see shit.”

“Fine. Will you come back to bed when you’re finished?” As he said this, he reached out of the bed and you're just close enough that his fingers brushed against your bare thigh.

“Ok, ok, you’ve convinced me. I do still have to take a shower if you wanna come?”

The minute you said that he was suddenly much more awake and on his way out of bed.

“I knew that would work,” you laughed as he followed you to the bathroom.

“Jesus, does this hotel not have hot water,” you complained after waiting for the water to heat up for a solid couple of minutes.

“Probably not, this place is honestly terrible.” He was right, they’d played in a bigger city last night, making hotel rooms more expensive, which meant less of a budget for your room.

“This place is kind of a shithole, you’re right. Oh well, I feel absolutely disgusting from last night.”

“Don’t worry, I think I can help.” You threw Danny’s shirt into his suitcase before climbing into the shower, wincing as the water hit your skin. It was lukewarm at best, and it didn’t help it was the dead of winter.

“Fuck, this is freezing. Danny, you wanna get in here?”

Just then the curtain slid open and he climbed in behind you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist. He was always so warm, your personal space heater, and you instantly felt more comfortable. You leaned back against his chest, closing your eyes and letting the water wash over you. You could have stayed like that, but you were pulled back a few minutes later when you felt Danny’s arms break contact with your skin.

“Wait, come back here, I need your warmth.”

“Hold on, I’m getting your shampoo”

“It’s fine, I’m good to just rinse off,” you said, holding your arms out.

“Y/n, you said your hair smelled like booze last night because that asshole at the bar spilled his drink on you. I love you, but you’re right, your hair smells like cheap vodka.”

“I don’t remember you having any complaints last night,” you rolled your eyes.

“Babe, just let me spoil you while I can.” You relented, returning to your place against just chest.

“What if you didn’t leave today?” Danny asked as he worked his fingers through your hair.

“I have to, baby. Trust me, I wish I didn’t have to.”

“You don’t work again til Tuesday though, right?”

“Right, but by the time I get home tonight, it’ll be a long day. I have a seven hour layover in like, Texas or somewhere that isn’t at all on the way to Nashville from here. And then I have a house full of things I put off before I left that I now have to do. Besides, you think i can change my flight if it’s in 5 hours?”

“Don’t think it hurts to try. What if you could come with us tonight and see if you can fly out of Detroit tomorrow.”

The rational side of you thought better of this. First of all, there probably weren’t even any flights you could get in at this point, and if there were, it would probably be a little out of your price range to do so. You knew you also had a million and one things you’d put off for “future y/n” and now it was the future. Then there was the part of you that ached at the thought if not seeing your boyfriend for two months and wanted any extra time with him no matter what it took.

“I don’t know, babe. Will you guys have room for me in the van? I know you didn’t expect me to be here after today and Jita’s getting in today”

“Babe, we have room trust me - we’ve finally made it big enough that we have space for an extra person on the road”

“Oh.” You were now closer to being convinced.

“Will you at least look into it before you say no?” Danny had moved on from your hair and was now lathering soap on you, stopping at the point between your shoulder blades that he knew got you every time.

“Fine, as soon as we get out, I’ll look. I don’t wanna get either of our hopes up this late in the game though. But before that, it’s your turn, you have that after-show musk,” you laughed as you turned around and started running your shampoo through his hair.

“I don’t remember you complaining last night.”

“Touché” after you’d both finished cleaning up, you leaned into his chest one last time before moving to turn off the water.

“I really hope you can stay,” he said as he ran his fingers up and down your back.

“We should probably get out and look into it.” You climbed you out the shower, threw on a towel, and went back to the bed where your phone was charging. You pulled up your flight information and prayed you could find anything you could afford.

“Baby! I think I found something - red eye Monday night, I could come to your show in Detroit tonight, you guys don’t have a show tomorrow and we can spend the entire day together, and this flight leaves at 11:55pm. Should I do it?”

“You have to ask?” Danny was now sitting behind you on the bed, pushing you wet hair aside and placing light kisses up your neck.

“Hold on, lemme make sure this all works,” you reached up so your hand was in his hair. You were trying to brush his lips aside until you’d gotten this taken care of, but he didn’t make it easy.

“And…done! You’ve got me for almost two more days babe”

“You know what that means right?”

“Hm?”

“We have a little more time now that I don’t have to take you to the airport before we get on the road.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm” Danny had buried his head in your neck now, his hand running up and down your thigh. You turned around and he instantly pulled you towards him so that you were straddling his lap. He very quickly leaned back, pulling you with him.

“I’m so glad you’re not leaving.”

“Me too, thank you for talking me into it.”

“I can be very convincing,” he said, going in for a quick kiss. “I love you so much, y/n”

“I love you too, so fucking much…now let’s put this shitty hotel bed to good use one last time before we check out”

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

In a bit of follow up to my previous question; do any of Teyvat's odd weather phenomenon exist, even though it all has supernatural causes? Like, does Tsurumi have heavier fog? Seirai more frequent storms? Is the area where Apep's sandstorm is just more prone to sandstorms? Has Sumeru ever had a phenomenon similar to Withering, even though they wouldn't have to deal with forbidden knowledge? Also- does the Vourukasha Oasis have anything special about it?

(And a bit related- what do you think of the theory that a nail fell on Tsurumi island, based off of the tree found there that's the same as the ones in Dragonspine, the Chasm, and the Orchard of Pairidaeza?)

answering the last one first because i do sort of subscribe to that theory! even though the nail is nowhere to be seen, it would absolutely explain the time fuckery going on in there if a tree was punctured. that plus the celestia murals sort of seem to hint at that (at least i remember there being celestia murals i might be missremembering and thinking of the stuff under yashiori (i think?))

as for the main question, i think the answer would be an it depends? i think there would absolutely be more sandstorm-prone areas in the desert, and the rainforest could have some ailments that are just from like- humans messing up and going oh wait, no we don't want that, we need to be more environmentally-friendly (this isn't irl so i'm taking the easier route out and saying they got their shit together like ultra fast in teyvat on a good chunk if not most sociopolitical and ecologic problems. this isn't the focus of the fic anyway) idk what the weather on tsurumi was like pre-time fuckery? if it's mentioned, i can't recall- but if we're going with a green dragonspine then we're probably going with a fog-less tsurumi. seirai's storms are the fault of ei and the thunderbird so yeah those aren't there. seirai is a normal and inhabited island for that matter, none of that... y'know.

as for the vorukasha oasis, i'd have to brush up on my desert lore bc if it was formed due to egeria's corpse, then i'm afraid it won't be there. like i know she died in tunigi hollow but her corpse much closer to the oasis than it is there so idk. but if it was a naturally-occuring oasis before egeria and she just- i mean it says the amrita pool 'nourished' the oasis, but like- did it create it? or did it just make it more- like. did it just make it bigger and prettier is my question. if it's the latter then the oasis was there before it just wasn't as pretty and likely didn't have enough energy to sustain the giant fuckoff tree (i forget the name). so it would be just a bigger version of the naturally-ocurring oases around upper and lower setekh

[mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup]

The cleaner

part 1

(This is my first short story, so please be kind, but I would also love some feedback)

Some background information: You are a dropout from the military, you were looking for a much needed job. Somehow, you landed a gig cleaning. Now you are a cleaner who picks up after a bunch of smelly dudes. But it’s not all bad, you get paid fairly well and the company(?) that you work for has given you rent free accommodations. These are your adventures!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! You wake up panicked, sitting up immediately only to find the source of the noise, your alarm clock. “Ugh”, you push the button to silence the alarm, while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

6:30AM was the time, it gave you enough time to get dressed, brush your teeth, eat, and anything else you needed to do before your shift started. As you looked in the mirror, putting your hair in a pony tail(or just pinning it up, if your hair is too short), you sighed “another day”. With one last look in the mirror, you headed out the door.

Getting to where you needed to work was no trouble, you literally had to walk across the gravel driveway and you were there. The company that hired you, gave you a little shack to stay in while your here. Not the nicest shack you’ve ever seen, but it had a bathroom, room for a bed, and a mini fridge. Which is more then most shacks have.

You’ve been working here for almost 2 weeks now, your still getting adjusted to the job, while the men that your cleaning up after, are getting adjusted with your presence. You haven’t talked to them a bunch, but you know they are an odd group, to say the least. there are 9 of them, some are fairly clean and even give you a hand with work, while others… less so.

As you make it inside the building, you look down at your check list that you carry around. “Let’s see here…garage has been done, all of the lower floor has been done, mmm. I guess all there is to do is clean the kitchen, sweep, mop the floors, and vacuum any rugs. Ok seems pretty low key for a Thursday, sweet!” You click your pen and get started with your day.

Threw out the day you have managed to clean the mess that was the kitchen, sweep and mop most of the rooms, with only a few more to go, and it isn’t even 1pm yet. You were on a role!

Currently you were vacuuming a rug that was located in what you would call, the living room. Mindlessly vacuuming, zoning out thinking about who knows what, when suddenly the vacuum stops. “Uh?” You try turning the vacuum off and on, nothing happens. “Please don’t tell me this thing just died on me!” Your eyes follow the wire of the vacuum to where you plugged it in, only to find a VERY large man standing there, with the end of the cord in his hand. ‘Holy fuck!’

The man was tall, like fucking ridiculous tall. He was more on the bigger side for body types, but you could tell it wasn’t just water weight, this man could knock the shit out of you if he wanted.

You started to sweat slightly “…can I help you?”. This guy did not look friendly, he wore a scowl on his face and is looking down at you as if you have done something wrong.

“You go on break now.”

Baffled, unsure you heard him correctly, “pardon?”

“You go on break now.” He says once more, with a thick Russian accent.

“Oh…OH! No, I’m ok, I’m just gonna finish up, then I’ll be done for the day.”

“No, you take break.” He insists, well not really insists more demands it, but yeah.

“No really, I’m almost done, won’t take anytime at all!”, you try to say without coming off as rude. ‘Let me do my job big scary man, and then you won’t have to see me for the rest of the day!!!’

“I make sandwiches.”, He blurts out.

….

“What?”

“I make sandwiches, you take break and eat.”

‘…well that was unexpected. I thought this guy just hated my guts, but he actually might be nice?’

“Oh….ok, I guess I can take a quick break, couldn’t hurt.” You say as you place the vacuum to the side.

“Good.” The giant starts to turn around and walk towards to kitchen/dining area, you follow.

as your walking, your trying to remember the name of this giant. When you first started working here, you had gotten a small introduction to the 9 men, but it was short, and names were never your thing. ‘What was it again? Henry? No that isn’t it… hoovey? Heavy? Heavy!’ As you both make it to the kitchen, there’s a table in the corner with a plate stacked with sandwiches, like atleast 25. A crazy amount of sandwiches, but maybe he made some for everybody? ‘Aw, that’s kinda sweet.’

As you sit down, heavy grabs you a plate and napkin. He doesn’t sit, “I go get everybody else.”

“Oh, ok”, as heavy walks away you grab a sandwich and place it on your place. ‘Should I wait for everyone else to get here? Heavy didn’t say anything about not eating right away.’ As your staring at the sandwich, you realize your gonna be in a room full of guys you don’t really know that well. Your anxiety is starting to set in, you’ve never been great at socializing, you start to tear at your napkin to try and sooth your social anxiety.

Suddenly out no where a bunch of guys basically run in to the kitchen, some grab a plate and sit down, while others grab one or two sandwiches and leave immediately, assuming to return to whatever they were doing before heavy told them about food.

“So your the newbie, eh?”, You look up to who spoke, it was a guy with a hard hat on and some goggles. He wore overalls that were stained with oil.

"er, yup. Well kinda, I’m just a cleaner.”, You shrug, as you reach for your sandwich.

“Well I’m engineer or engie, for short, just incase you forgot. Thanks for all the work you’ve done so far.” Engineer says with a smile, ‘what’s with all the weirdly specific names?’.

“Ja! I don’t think this place has looked better!” You turn to the man with the German accent. He has black hair, round glasses, and is wearing a doctor uniform. ‘I know his name starts with a M, so his name isn’t doctor….um mmm me- medic!’

“Well thank you, I try!” You say bashfully.

“Well I’m heading back to work, got this new blueprint I’ve been planning” engineer says, as he grabs a sandwich on his way out.

Now that engineer has left the room, there’s only 4 people in the room, including yourself.

Medic, was sitting across from you, while heavy was sitting beside him. Then there was a guy in a suit wearing a ski mask sitting to the right of you. ‘I have no fucking clue what his name could be. I wouldn’t even be able to guess, theif? Sketchy jewelry salesman?’

You start eating your sandwich, trying to avoid eye contact ‘this sandwich is actually pretty good!’

“So Y/N,” you hear medic say, you freeze and look up at him from across the table.

“How are handling your living arrangements? If you need anything fixed in that old shack of yours engineer can fix it for you!”

You swallow your bite of food “oh! It’s ok, I don’t need anything fixed. It’s got everything that I need, can’t complain.”

“I’m surprised you were ok living in a shack in the first place.” You hear a French voice to your right. It’s the guy that looks like a sketchy jewellery salesman.

“If I was you, I would have asked to be placed within the building itself, it’s not like we don’t have room” he continues. 

“Aw well, i’m sure your company just wanted to make sure it was kept professional is all.” You say nervously.

“I suppose…” He replies, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket.

‘I gotta get out of here!’

Before anyone else can put a another word in, or have to wait another minute in awkward silence, you take one last bite of your sandwich and stand up. “Well, I better be getting back to work! Thank you for the food heavy.”

Heavy nods and sort of grumbles in a thank you tone, as he scarfs down his 4th sandwich.

You put your plate in the sink, feeling a little guilty cause you just cleaned the kitchen, and now you might have to do it once more today.

“Don’t worry about the kitchen, we’ll clean up when we’re done!” Medic says from across the room. ‘He must have seen my conflicted face.’

“Oh, are you sure? it is my job to clean” you stress.

“Ja, I know you already cleaned to kitchen, the least we could do he deal with our own dishes.”

“Ok well, if your sure.”

You walk out of the kitchen to continue the list of chores you must do.

For the rest of the day, it doesn’t take you long to finish up. You put away all the cleaning supplies, and head outside to your shack.

On your free time you doodle in your sketch book, write down the names of your acquaintances, so hopefully you will remember next time and just chill.

You go to bed early so you can wake up early tomorrow to clean some more.



Ok! That’s part 1! How did I do??

I have no idea where I am going with this story, I just know I’ve been itching to write this. So if anyone has any ideas, I’d love to hear them

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Boss ||

I was thinking of Earth 65 Murderdock for this one, although you can imagine a Netflix AU Matt and Frank if you so wish!

Warnings: Just swearing and sort of fluff/allusions to smut.

It's like a storm has blown in the door of Frank's apartment. A blazing, angry blur of red, cut with a flash of white as the tempest hurls his cane across the room to clatter against the far wall. “-can't fucking get the staff these days! What the fuck is wrong with everyone?! As if I ask for much? Just a tiny modicum of respect and maybe, oh I dunno, just follow my fucking orders!? FUCK!”

Matt’s shoulders heave under the silk cotton of his suit jacket as he takes a breather for a second. He's angling his head rapidly, as if looking for something.

“Jesus Frank, of all the people to have no fucking hard liquor in their place… ”

Frank shrugs, he was more into extra strength coffee these days to keep himself going, but he knows Matt needs various means to unwind. Namely alcohol, beating the crap out of lowlife scum, sex with women, men… and yeah, that sometimes even included him. He grew less and less surprised each time the Kingpin came to call on him.

“So what's eatin’ ya Red?” Frank asks as he pats his thigh lazily, lowering his gaze which he knows even Matt can sense. “C'mon over an’ sit on daddy's knee. Tell me all about it.” He grins.

“Pfft!” Matt spits out a scoff, but still he can't help the side of his mouth from tugging up into a smirk at Frank's humour.

“‘Daddy’? Really, Castle?”

Despite his apparent amused disgust, the Kingpin of Hell's Kitchen perches himself comfortably on the bigger man's ridiculously thick thigh while he's sat with legs spread wide on the armchair.

“Yeah, why not? You sound like the spoiled little girl that didn't get her pony.” Frank says, risking a poke at the hornets nest.

Matt doesn't bite however, just lets himself flop against Frank's chest, letting a long, laboured sigh leave his body as Frank's arm comes around him. For whatever reason he still finds it hard to admit he likes this, that he might actually enjoy being coddled and comforted sometimes. It wasn't always easy being ‘on’ all the time although he could sure as hell make it look like it was.

“I've had an absolute shitter of a day. I want to fucking kill everyone.” Matt mumbles into the massive muscley pillow of Frank's arm and shoulder.

“There. Ain't that better now you got that out?” Frank rumbles close to his ears. Matt’s eyelids droop and close with exhaustion, as he lets Frank take his physical weight as well as that of his mental burden. He hums, exhaling deeply again as he feels the press of strong fingers tracing up and down his spine through his clothes.

“You hungry?” Frank eventually asks. He feels the soft shake of Matt’s head.

“No… I've got shit to do but I just wanna lay here for a while.”

“Well, you can do that, you're your own boss after all.”

“Urgh,” Matt groans, “remind me why I'm mayor again?” he whines dramatically, his lips brushing against the skin of Frank's neck causing him to lift his head slightly to grant him more access as he starts to lay kisses on his now rapidly heating skin..

“Well, it's always been my understanding it's because you love being a bossy lil bitch an’ orderin’ people around.” Frank responds, first with a low chuckle, then a sharp intake of breath and a grunt as Matt viciously sucks a scarlet and purple mark on the crook of his neck.

“If you think I'm letting you off with that comment you're sorely mistaken, Castle.” Matt says as he gets to his feet. He wraps his fingers around Frank's wrist and urges him up.

“Where we goin’?” He asks.

“To your bed, so I can be a bossy lil bitch and order you around.” Matt snarks, and Frank follows, wondering just what he's let himself in for this time.

[found-wings]

playing around with the potential idea of the federation taking phil to 'fix' him but just making shit worse- this would 100% lead to separation anxiety for these little codebreakers, with the idea that even warping away from each other for too long could leave an opening for a federation worker / cucurucho to take phil back for further 'research'

i don't think it'd be a conscious and noticeable thing though, as if his friend got taken etoiles would probably stay as calm as he can and reassure himself that he'll save him soon. similar to everyone panicking about the eggs and him saying 'I don't know why everyone is freaking out, we're just gonna go save them again like we always do it's chill'. but there'd be a minor shift in behavior, such as taking more breaks in his explorations to plop a waystone and check in with phil and show him new shit he's found, or more busy texts just sent to make sure a response is given and nothing bad had happened.

(in qsmp etoiles uses warp scrolls- probably because it's a quick craft and doesn't have the cooldown that warpstones have, but I imagine in this AU the millisecond etoiles gets phil back he just dumps a stack of scrolls on him like "take it !! do you want to travel and have to wait three to five business days just to grab a single stack of blocks at home ?? i didn't think so-" and acting as if this gift is one of convince and because he 'has too many in his backpack' and not one out of genuine fear for his friend potentially not having the ability to escape a location fast enough because of a dumb avoidable cooldown) - 💿

Oh my god I LOVE THIS AAA

Staying closer around Phil during bigger events ( that are already just chaos pure with the amount of people there ) a little longer than needed is brushed off as there just not being enough space because it‘s logical, before he rushes off to get rid of any enemies around or join in on some silly bantering when there‘s nothing to fight.

More breaks in his travels to check up on others, especially with Phil, are brushed off as simply having forgotten to grab something or similar. It happens sometimes, y’know? If he ends up getting distracted by bantering around with Phil and showing off his new things a little more again, then neither of them mention it.

Every time Etoiles doesn‘t understand why everyone is freaking out over the disappearance of the Eggs or People - when it hasn‘t been the first time it happened now, getting them back just the same was reason enough to show that they were all capable of saving them - he doesn’t notice when his own thoughts start occasionally drifting off to what else the Federation could do to Phil if they got their hands on him again.

And then we have Phil, who does his best to not let anything get to him after the first time.

He can’t help the instinct of always needing to be up high and perched, finding himself on constant alarm almost. He starts maybe building places higher up in an subconscious attempt to find this soothing, safe feeling, while he also battles the urge of wanting to stay inside the wall, in the bunker, all day and isolate again but that is too cramped, too full. And he has things to do, after all!

Phil finds himself subconsciously grabbing at and fidgeting with the warp scrolls Etoiles gave him more often when he’s out and alone & his warpstone is on cooldown, ready to dip at any given moment if need to be.

He finds himself looking for company of other People more often because surely being around others means less of a chance for the Federation to try and take him back again. If he just so happens to stick around Etoiles more than usual too, then nobody else mentions it.

[cassiasalas]

❝ HOW DO I KNOW WHAT’S REAL WHEN I DON’T EVEN TRUST MYSELF ❞

STATS:

Name: Cassia Salas

Age: 31

Face Claim: Priscilla Quintana

Occupation: Paramedic

Neighborhood: Wrightsville Beach

Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Cis female & she/her

BIOGRAPHY:

trigger warnings: drug use, underage drinking, parental neglect

Every now and then the cosmos aligned just right and a soul was born into a name that proved fate to be something real. Cassia was born to Lara and Alejandro Salas, a couple who had married right out of high school and were going nowhere fast. The two couldn’t seem to figure out adult life and how to live efficiently; money was often squandered too quickly, often as soon as it hit their pockets or bank account so that they could enjoy young adulthood, forgetting they had a young child who needed proper attention and consistent care. Cas or Cassie as most called her, spent much of her time in the care of a neighbor while her parents worked and then burned through their paychecks. A latchkey kid was what she would soon become, finding she had personality traits all too similar to her parents — addictive like her father and hedonistic like her mother. Alejandro had a gambling habit, known locally as a bit of a card shark that would occasionally take a trip to large cities to hit up bigger games and bigger jackpots. Her mother, Lara, was into anything that made her feel good; whether that was dabbling in drugs and drink or getting in a fast car with a man that wasn’t her high school sweetheart turned husband, she was game for it.

It was two weeks before Cassia’s fourteenth birthday when her father never returned home from a weekend rounders trip up in New Jersey. Missing persons reports were filed and investigations eventually went cold after a month of not so hard looking around. Apparently Alejandro had a reputation in Jersey City and Atlantic City which caused the police to tell Cassia and her mother to expect the worst — he was no doubt gone and not meant to be found. Of course the young teen was devastated by the disappearance and permanent loss, though perhaps not so much as she could have been given the lack of depth to her connection with her parents. They had always been somewhat distant and absent, loving but too invested in themselves rather than creating a wholesome family like much of her friends and classmates at school had. Instead of grieving heavily, Cassia opted for fantasy, imagining that her dad was some explorer or an archaeologist working on a dig in some foreign and far away land. She did it because even then Cassia had the thoughts that there had to be more to life than this.

Coping well wasn’t something her mother did when it came to the loss of Alejandro. It surprised Cassia, she had believed they pretty much lived separate and distant lives. Given that she was the only parent now to put food on the table and provide for Cassia, Lara stepped up and cleaned up her act a bit. Nothing was given up in entirety, things simply slowed and didn’t happen as often. The absenteeism of boundaries and structure in her life set Cassia on a crash course for destruction and ruin for her own life, as it seemed every time life led to a fork in the road she always took the path less traveled — always made the wrong choice and went the wrong direction. It seemed she was determined to learn things the hard way, through mistakes and major fuckups. She wasn’t yet fifteen when she gave into experimenting with drugs, and like her mother — anything that got her heart racing. But Cassia always seemed to get caught or into more than she could handle.

After getting caught drag racing cars, it was determined by the state that she wouldn’t be able to drive a car legally until she was eighteen. Despite it being an ‘oh shit’ moment and quite the wrench in her youth, the minor brush with the law couldn’t set her straight. No, she continued to make bad decisions. At seventeen, Cas was expelled from high school for drug possession and if her own vices weren’t bad enough, the young brunette’s attractiveness also turned out to be a problem. She knew how to use her pretty green eyes, sun kissed skin, and sweet talk coming from glistening rosy lips to get just about anything she wanted from someone. Usually it was for a fix or a drink, older men always being the best targets — no matter her goals and dreams in life, Cassia just couldn’t seem to get it right. Holding down a job was laughable, giving up on her own hedonistic indulgences generally always turned out to be too big of a sacrifice, so Cassia went on bouncing through life one or more problems at a time.

The town just seemed to get smaller and smaller, too many people knew her and not in a way that would have Cassia holding her head high when sober. Her mother long gave up on her so the official freedom of eighteen sent the girl to the beach, finding Wilmington to be cozy and a fresh start. She managed to get her GED and enrolled in college, though again, a normal social structure and schedule was too hard to maintain and it took longer than the average for Cassia to earn an associate’s of arts in art — one of her dreams being a painter. It was during her time in college that the Salas began to pull out of society’s labeled boxes. College was also a time where dating a woman opened up to her and just another avenue of life she walked down the path of. Men and women were fun to entertain on the art scene. For some time, she was hardly around, traveling with other artists led her to adventures she wouldn’t soon forget. Such as the trip in New Orleans where she got mugged, or the sex party she somehow ended up at while in Los Angeles — the paths were never clear how she got from one place to the next but it sure as hell wasn’t the rational part of her brain that made the decisions.

Eventually when back in Wilmington, her addictions got her in trouble once again and with the threat of jail time looming over her head, Cassia yet again made a one sided pact with God that if he helped her out of the mess she would go clean and straight. The lesson would have been to take the consequences, sell out her dealer and do a little time then work to live life responsibly. She was beginning to edge near thirty and still hadn’t really begun living properly, something that had festered under the surface and nagged at her in the back of her mind. The DEA had another plan for her, one she stupidly took, and that was no jail time if she worked as an informant. What she didn’t expect was that she would find such a kindred spirit and someone she felt the need to help and take care of but also a man she would fall crazily in love with. Partly, she would tell herself that it was the drugs and the partying she did with him but Cassia had gotten very good at lying to herself. Eventually being between a rock and a hard place, she cracked, the pressure from the DEA and the love she had for the dealer sent her running away. She fed the DEA some fairly useless information and made up the rest, keeping all of the dealer’s secrets before leaving town for a couple of months.

It was one thing to break her own heart over and over again in life, it was another to have someone else’s heart in your hands and to take advantage and hurt someone you loved. Her new vow was to get her shit together, to finally live life as a real adult in the world should. When she came back home, Cassia put herself back into college while working as a waitress to barely make ends meet. She had all the credits needed already to meet the educational requirements as a paramedic, she needed course specific classes and training. When it came to it, Cassia actually surprised herself that she was good at it. She filled out her degree and earned an associates in paramedicine. For someone always on the go and needing such a constant state of stimulus, working in emergency and trauma care was a good fit, but it also was quite a bump in income going from waitressing to EMT and paramedic. With the means to do so she was able to move from her roommate situation downtown to her own place in Wrightsville Beach. Still without a clue what life is all about or how to navigate it, Cassia at least and finally had something going right and well for herself.