#just a quick one shot

[itsbebebrainrotting]

Town of fobo was all but a ghost town. Which was funny, because there were a lot of more haunted places on Quesadilla island.

Sunny woke up to a dead silent house, the only occasional noise being the chirps of chocobos upstairs and maybe an especially loud horse (the wither skeletons were too far underground to be audible). It was the day before their birthday and she had been stuck in bed for days, no motivation to leave unless someone arrived to give her cookies and keep her going.

Leo had also been holed up in her own bed for days since her own pa had disappeared, lying next to Sunny (the younger girl had started putting her bed in Leo's room since Valentine's day and the older didn't complain). They rarely lay awake at the same time, but, when they did, they didn't say a word to one another. It wasn't a cold uncaring silence, not at all. It was more of an "I'm not comfortable talking about my emotions right now and neither are you but we have nothing else to talk about, so let's just enjoy each other's presence" kind of silence. A mutual understanding that they didn't want to talk about it. Any of it.

Next to Sunny, Leo shuffled a bit, rolling onto her side and almost smothering herself in her sheets.

Today, Sunny wanted to see their pa. Or at least, they wanted to see him sometime in the next 48 hours.

As such, they rolled out of bed, and headed to their own closet to pick out an outfit. They popped on their signature sunglasses and a baby blue dress with a poofy skirt that cut off at Sunny’s shins. Something nice in her dad's favourite colour.

They then got their weapons and armour on them, because she knew everyone would be mad at her if the left her house without it all (she still remembered getting chastised by Phil for being too weak for diamond armour the first time they met; it was scary) and headed to the storage terminal.

Sunny noted the location where her pa died on her map when Phil forced them and Chayanne to leave the body's side after it happened. It was circled in a hot pink felt tip. She then searched for the nearest waypoint. It would be a long boat journey away...

Oh well! Sunny had travelled to accountant Bad's on her own! She could do this! They were turning 3 months old, it was time they grew up.

So, they scoured the storage system for a boat and found a speedboat and a small little wooden rowboat, only big enough to fit one adult and one child.

Obviously, the speedboat felt like the smart choice. It was the fast boat for the long journey. Unfortunately, Sunny had never driven a speedboat before. Besides, she wasn't sure what all the little dials and meters inside meant but she was pretty sure it was low on fuel and Sunny didn't know how to give a boat fuel.

So, wooden boat it was! Sunny grabbed it and then hauled it over to Etoiles' waystone, before travelling to the nearest place to the body. They dragged the boat into the water and hopped in.

Oars were heavy. That's what Sunny worked out after 3 minutes of hard work. She wished she could've used the speedboat. Their arms were aching and they were tired and they kept accidentally splashing the water in their mouth and they wanted to go home. Go lie in bed with Leo again. Not wake up unless she had to. Maybe even miss her 3 month birthday. No one would care to throw a party for her anyway. Everyone who would was gone.

But they kept going. Kept rowing and rowing and rowing. Even if the water was scary and dangerous.

She had to see her pa today. She just had to.

[gladiatorcunt]

I want to be non conned by Anakin ☹️

the first time i saw this ask, i was eating chicken nuggets (safe food moment) and was like "damn me too 😔." (obvious tw non con, choking, canon sw universe ani, delusional and obsessive behavior, forced pregnancy/baby trapping, reader has a pussy, use of the word “wife” in a gender roles way and “pillow princess”)

anakin can do nearly every variation and flavor of non con imo, his canon character allows for a lot of flexibility in that area. there's the soft and sweet gentle non con where he's smoothing his hands up and down your back as his thrusts bury you in the sheets. he's not crying, just a little teary because it feels so good and maybe you'll finally listen to him about how the two of you are meant to be together. that's very aotc anakin coded to me, not that rots!anakin couldn't do it like that in the right circumstances (and how you behave and react to certain situations).

for example in the beginning of aotc, and you're another padawan who's formed an unnatural bond with ani over the years. he's anxious to be knighted and you can tell that his mood is dampening more and more every day. all he says is that he has trouble sleeping, nightmares and obi-wans' karking loud snoring. you giggle and fall for the misdirection, tugging him over to the sparring mat. the next time you meet, you hear more about padmé and their history. he's being assigned to protect her so he can't be your training partner for the time being.

it's noble, of course, it's unbecoming of a jedi to be anything other than happy to see anakin follow the path you always knew he could. he has a light in his eyes you haven't seen in weeks and you attribute that to a person rather than considering the possibility that he's happy because he finally has a purpose. but you're 20 years old, being a (hopefully) future jedi master doesn't grant you any extra wisdom when it comes to love. you don't think much of pulling away, ani is going to have his hands full (of what you refuse to think further on) and you should start sorting out your priorities.

you've just made the biggest mistake of your life. outside the room where the senator is peacefully slumbering away, anakin can't stop overthinking and wondering what he did wrong. why haven't you been answering his messages, he's told you so many times that he could fix your holopad for you. he's so deep in thought that he barely makes it in time to terminate the insects deployed to poison padmé and chase after the assassin. he doesn't know that this time apart has allowed you to have an epiphany, and that you'll be gone by the time he comes back from naboo. perhaps there was more to the galaxy than being a jedi.

he tracks you down after his mother dies, feeling adrift without you and high off the adrenaline of indulging the darker parts of his soul. he wouldn't even have known you were leaving had it not been for a concerned message from obi-wan. you didn't even leave coruscant, you wandered down into the lower levels like you were waiting to die. well you don't get to do that without him, so he pins you down on the sorry excuse for a bed you've bought yourself and tells you that this must be what it feels like to make love. your tears mingle as you kiss slowly and flames lick at his back as you drag your hands down his flesh. he murmurs that it's okay, he can't lose you too and he knows just what to do, plenty of couples in the galaxy settle down young. he'd never abandon you, to leave behind what he has allowed to grow into his skin like an abscess is aberrant to the core of anakin's very being.

your pussy parts like the petals of a flower as he pushes his leaky cock into you, and it's so beautiful with his cum seeping out that he knows the force incarnate is between your thighs. you're still sniffling, and your nipples feel bitten to shreds, and that's alright. marriage day jitters are normal, he can only imagine how much more you'll glow when you have a piece or two of the force's son growing in your womb. he blushes and stammers when he asks you to keep his cum in and not touch yourself while he's gone, excited at the prospect of playing husband and wife until the mission is over and you can have a real wedding.

you tell yourself that you hated what your best friend did to you, but you keep your hand away from your begging cunt and smother yourself with the spare cloak he left behind. in a way, desire pools in your gut at the thought that you have to be forced to come out of your shell. you know anakin has grown up too hungry to hate fighting for his meal, and he has done enough proving himself. the flecks of blood matting the hair at the nape of his neck flashes through your mind as you grind your hips up against nothing. his movements were awkward at the first, but his sheer determination and passion had your brain leaking out of your ears by the end.

you remember feeling his dick twitch when you tensed, and he thought that you would attempt to fight but you only moaned and kept his head tucked away in the crook of your shoulder. the force radiated of embarrassed satisfaction that grew more confident with every squeak and groan. he liked seeing the fight drain out of your eyes more than the idea of you actually following through on it. your soresu never quite matched up to his anyway.

then there's the harder version. you resist more in whatever scenario and you delude yourself into thinking that anakin is the kind of dog that would throw away the bone he's chomping down on when he's bored of it. he manhandles you and tosses you around the room, shoving his cock up to the hilt and snarling at you to know who is doing this to you and love him anyway. your snot slides down the wall and your face is smushed against the peeling paint, blood drips down his length when he pulls out and he actually pouts in disappointment when he misses a few drops as he scoops it up with his fingers and takes them into his mouth. you're dizzy as he chokes you, your head spins when he spanks you while forcing you to ride his face. you will stare down the lightsaber handle of his devotion and push the button without hesitation.

you'd likely end up pregnant and waiting on your jedi husband to fall from one pedestal after the other. but the one reserved for the man of the house is guarded by you and your children, he bends over the gilded railing and kisses the breath out of your lungs. even when that pedestal drips with tar and becomes an ominous throne. this is a story that happened so long ago after all, nothing can be done to alter events that have already come to pass.

BUT ANYWAY, his prosthetic arm would also be a big focus in non con. no matter how hard he's ruining you or beating your body up, there will always be undeniable and inevitable love in it for anakin. punishments involving impact are dulled down and reduced to only his flesh hand. even in the gentler non con situations, he's so careful and aware of where his mechanical arm is at all times and what it's doing. there is no bruise he wants to give you when you did not deserve them, he offers it as a cooling balm of sorts to your heated skin in the aftermath. he likes to watch you lather the metal digits in spit as you suckle while you come down from your forced high, sometimes he swears he can feel the ridges of your tongue slide along the smooth surface.

he's so in love.

even with non con, i actually don't see anakin being all that verbal right after he cums. he'll have to calm down a bit before he can start speaking. but he'll silently nuzzle you and caress the spots on your body you wouldn't really think about, like the side of your sore tit and right on the plush flesh above your left hip bone. very touch you know and if you're able to pick up on it i imagine he would send out calming energy and just pure love into the force. but it's so intense you think you can see the smoke vapors rising up from your skin. visions of the future are shared between you, as well as eventual whispered promises of you being the crown jewel of his new empire. imagine the elaborate nurseries, putting the children to bed and then getting countless orgasms as thanks for being the best wife and parent in the galaxy. but he's sure to remind you that no one would ever love you more than anakin, even your children.

and i don't see him dipping into non con somno much other than the initial tease to your wet cunt and inserting his hard cock into your hole. the slow creep into your room, the creak of your bed as he settles his weight down, the soft woosh of the blanket being pulled off your gorgeous body. he'd want you to wake up and thrash around for a few seconds before giving in to how good he knows he's making you feel. because he knows perfectly well he could send out suggestions into the force that you put you deeply asleep and without chance of ever waking up until he wants you to. but your genuine reactions are so cute, playing with his soulmate is only fun if you can actively participate.

whether that be by crying or humping him desperately or clawing trenches down his back or riding him on the rare occasion your hormones have overpowered your pillow princess tendencies.

also this isn't non con related but in terms of love languages: other than physical touch, i think words of affirmation is a big one for him. actually being verbally reassured and given sweet nothings of his own to tuck away between his robes for him to focus on as he cuts down any threat to your eternal happiness. being told that he is worthy of love and that he's an incredible jedi, i think just being told that you're proud of him and that he hasn't spent years trying to be somebody to someone for nothing. blah blah he internalizes so much that it would help him to be given an opportunity to express those feelings blah etc etc and having you validate him would render his need to be on the council largely useless etc.

(he would unironically kill to be your alpha in an a/b/o setting i fear)

[bbuzz28]

Memories

Old man Fiddlestan, my beloved-and what's this? It could be semi-canon compliant :O ?!?! Woof- this is one of the saddest things I have ever written. I know some of you gremlins (affectionate) love that sort of thing, but I don't. I like really really don't. This is my comfort ship, so I don't even know where this came from other than trying to figure out how they *could* work in canon. Truthfully though, I prefer my Fiddlestan heavy on the comfort when it comes to the "hurt/comfort" genre. This is my only “angsty” (i.e. no immediate happy ending) Notes-app fics, so don't get used to this level of sad from me lol.

“Stan?” an oddly familiar voice called. Mr. Mystery, Stan Pines, glanced up from the flyers he was organizing and found that Old Man McGucket stood in the doorway of his front door. The last tour of the day had just left, it was dinnertime, and he was exhausted. Stan rolled his eyes as he unfurled his tie, wishing Soos was still there to escort the crazy old man off his property. No matter what he did, the old hillbilly always managed to find his way back to the Shack. “Sweet Moses McSuckit, what are you doing in here? Shoo, scat, or whateva will get rid of ya.” Hearing no movement, he looked at the man again and found he was standing erect. His blue eyes were the clearest he had seen them in no less than a decade.

          Wait, what did he call- oh. Oh no.

“Stan…ley? Did I…did I do somethin’ wrong?” the other man asked, his hands twisted in knots in front of him. Memories flashed through Stan’s mind; Ford falling through the portal, Fiddleford finding him passed out in the lab, working together to bring Ford home again…being together. Being happy. They had been happy, if just for a little while, hadn’t they?

Then there was the cult, and his discovery of the damn memory gun that had finally ruined everything they ever built. He took a hesitant step forward, a thousand thoughts roaring in his mind at once. “Fidds? Wha-what do you remember?” A bandaged hand snaked up and rubbed over the faded scar on the side of his head “I…don’t rightly know. Did we…I think we had a fight? I just woke up in the…in the dump. N’ I don’t have any shoes. Do ya know why my arm is in a cast?” Fiddleford looked so lost.

Stan knew in his heart that all of this was fleeting- “clarity” would hit Fiddleford every few years after he had finally wiped his mind of himself. Almost like his brain was trying to jumpstart itself back together. The first time they thought it was a miracle but…it didn’t last. It just started a trend that would follow them both for the next almost thirty years. Fiddleford would seemingly “wake up” and be lucid for a few weeks in the beginning, then eventually only a matter of days. It had been so long since the last time that Stan would wager, they only had maybe a few hours together if he was lucky.

The last time Fiddleford was himself…they had fought. Stanley thought he had figured the only way Fiddleford could stay; he needed to remember. Remember everything he had ever forgotten. At the time, Fiddleford had been unwilling to try. He didn’t think he could handle it; he knew he had forgotten what he had for a reason.

Stanley had gotten as close to begging as he ever had in his life since surviving Tijuanna, and when it had no effect…Stanley had told Fiddleford to leave and never come back. He had left that night, and by the next day he had faded away again. After a while, Stan thought his last words had been the final nail in the coffin that was Fiddleford’s mind. He carried that weight along with every other mistake he had ever made. But here he was. Fiddleford. His Fiddleford.

He took a deep breath before he opened his arms up. “Hey, don’t worry, it doesn’t matter. I’m right here.” Fiddleford rushed through the doorway, melting into Stanley’s open arms. “I went away again, didn’t I?” Stan could feel Fiddleford’s tears soaking into his chest, his own whispering at the edges of his eyes. Yes, and you will leave again. You will leave me and I will be alone all over again, you fucking asshole. “Hey cowboy, didn’t I just say not t’ worry about any a’ that? You’re here now, n' that’s what matters. You’re…you’re home.” A haggard laugh vibrated through the smaller man’s chest into Stanley’s own. “I know I keep tellin’ ya, tellin’ me not t’ worry is like” “…tellin’ a fish t’ stop swimmin’; I know Fidds, I know.” Fuck was really the only conscious thought that went through his head as he held his one-time lover. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, again.

Fiddleford looked up, eyes wide and searching Stan’s face. “How long do ya think we have?” Stan shook his head, unwilling to lie even if it eventually wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t remember. You’ve always been the only person I couldn’t lie to. “I dunno, it’s been…a while. Probably not very long.” Fiddleford closed his eyes before he said “I need ya t’ know somethin’, Stanley.” Stan started to shake his head. “Fidds, you don’t have t-” The look on the other man’s face shut Stan right up-he had always had that ability. Stan wished he didn’t miss it as much as he did. “I need ya to know that even when I’m not here…I miss you. The part of me that’s somewhere in here-” A weathered hand tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point “ misses you. I’m just so sorry, Stanley. Sorry that I’m a coward. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to be here all the time…but I’ll never stop tryin’. I’ll always try n’ come home to ya.”

Stan thought of the thousands of times he had chased Old Man McGucket, the neat little character that Stan had to compartmentalize his Fiddleford into when he wasn’t himself, out of the Shack. How many times he had found him curled up like a cat on the back porch. How every time they “met”, McGucket would say how nice Stan was or how good he felt to be around him “for some reason.” How many odds and ends McGucket would gift Stan from the dump for exhibits at the Mystery Shack with a large smile and nothing substantial behind his eyes.

It would be so much easier if he would stop trying to come back. Maybe the hole in Stan’s heart the size of the sweet, certifiably insane man would scab over. How many times had Stanley mourned him? How many times was he willing to hurt himself? They were now nearing their sixties, how long was he really willing to do this song and dance?

What’s one more time? he softly thought, his hand coming up to tenderly cup the grizzled face of Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Mad scientist, friend, and unfortunately for them both…the love of his life.

“I miss you too, Fidds.”

[dykedvonte]

Its really interesting that Jimmy’s chair is the one tilted away from the screen in this shot:

It’s indicative of how his and Jimmy’s dynamic was. He’s not staring ahead at the screen, he’s not paying attention to what they are doing. Curly is the only one looking forward. Jimmy quite literally couldn’t see the responsibility Curly had or was doing. Jimmy likely slacked off and avoided most of his duties. I mean the one time we know he pilots the Tulpar he steers it wrong and loses the team 4000 credits. Even in the positions they held objectively, Curly was always taking responsibility for Jimmy. Not to mention the “We can fix this” and only one chair at attention. Jimmy never had intentions to fix anything, throughout the game, throughout his entire relationship with Curly. Curly always fixed it? Why would it be any different here?

If he even took the slightest bit of responsibility, he would’ve stayed in the cockpit to see his plan through. In the end Curly did what Jimmy always expected him to do for him and took responsibility. Did what he always did and took responsibility at the wrong time…

[puckinghischier]

I would absolutely love gameday!quinn headcannons like you did for Nico or alternatively postgame!quinn <33

postgame!quinn who has each of his teammates who get to leave before him hand you little love notes as they trickle out, ensuring you he’s going as fast as he can and he loves you

postgame!quinn who always wants a long hug, win or lose

postgame!quinn who walks in the door, dropping his bag in the small hallway before coming to find you and throwing his body on top of yours, shaking out his damp hair on you like a dog would, loving the giggles and scolding that always follow

postgame!quinn who sometimes just wants to drive around the city with you after a tough loss, turning on the playlist you made for him while holding your hand the entire time, basking in the comfort just your presence gives him

postgame!quinn who loves to surprise you with the gifts he gets during warm ups. “look, this little girl traded me this bracelet for a puck and i thought you’d like it,” as he slips it around your wrist

postgame!quinn who saves all of his excitement over goals and good plays for when he gets home to you, yapping your ear off about every good thing he did, even though you watched the whole thing

postgame!quinn who always has a certain word or phrase he has to work into his locker room interviews bc you told him it always made you laugh when he was on the road and you were missing him

postgame!quinn who always has your picture on display in his locker, and he makes sure it’s front and center anytime media is filming him in his cubby

postgame!quinn who never forgets to skate over to where you’re sitting before going to the locker room, always giving you a moment of his attention since he couldn’t during the game

postgame!quinn who’s so thankful he gets to come home to you every night. you’re his favorite person to celebrate with and his most needed comfort after hard losses

[larcenywrites]

how do creed/logan act if they find out their partner is expecting?

Tbh I think they would know even before their partner 😅 super senses and all, yk? So I went with that angle! It’s nothing special, but I could always do something more fleshed out for each one later on. Maybe like how I did my Tony Stark family stuff 🤔

Reactions to Pregnancy

Logan Howlett x Reader

Victor Creed x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy mentions obviously | like two sexual references but they’re more on the mild side

Logan

Terrified. He probably picks up on it before even you, or, at least, before you tell him, but tbh he might be the one to tell you 😅 that nose never lies, but pregnancy probably still doesn’t really cross his mind at first… it’s when he suddenly hears an extra heartbeat nearby, and a rapid one at that, that he actually has to connect the dots. And yet, he still won’t bring it up! He’s nervous, a little more tense than usual, but for now he’s probably choosing to, ah… not ignore it per se? Maybe he’s trying to come to terms with it himself before you find out… by ignoring it!

But he can’t ignore it anyway because now when hears you trying to sneak up on him from behind, it’s not just you anymore. It’s quite literally following him around and keeping him up at night, and maybe hearing a quick pulse naturally puts him on edge anyway. He’s probably damn near falling apart! Is he terrified? Yes. Anxious? Yes. Low key wondering how he could let this happen?? Kinda! But then again, he is the one who ditches the condom like once a month in favor of his little kink… He was already beating himself up a little about being a terrible choice for a father, but now he’s really cursing himself because he of all people should know actions have consequences!!!

Not to mention: What if he passes on his mutation?? Shit, there might be yet another genetically perfect killer on the loose soon!

With a sigh, he finds himself tapping a finger or two on your lower tummy in thought. He knows that, regardless, he’s doing everything he can to keep you- both of you- safe. And all this stress ain’t for nothing— in fact, it’s already made him a little attached to that unnamed heartbeat!

You’re probably not gonna notice too much difference in his usual behavior other than he seems more tense and unfocused lately. He always tends to be the big spoon, he usually ends a day with rubs and nuzzles, he’s always tuned in to what you’re doing— what will be different though is him being more reluctant to leave for missions (probably a little huffy about it even), and a whole lot more cuddlier than usual the night before! And in the case that you’re a fellow x-men, it’s not out of the ordinary for him to keep an eye on you, but it is definitely weird for him to challenge the set plan just to stay by your side, and the pot is finally boiling over when he starts telling you that you can’t come on missions altogether… which probably leads to everybody arguing! Hell, you may still not even know you’re pregnant at this point, but Logan has to say it because otherwise he’s really looking like the bad guy here!

Minus the fifty questions you probably have for him, he is relieved that this whole pregnancy thing isn’t just on his shoulders now. But now that you do know, he’s definitely relieved that he can be a little more affectionate without being questioned! At some point he definitely ended up nuzzling under your shirt and has decided to just lie there for probably the rest of the evening with his very tiny baby 🥰

And come on, Logan loves the students! Even if it is in his own grumpy way! He really shouldn’t be so worried about being dad material 😘

Victor

Again, he probably picks up on it before you do, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he knows what he’s sensing! But what he does know is that you smell delightful, and all he finds himself doing that night he first notices is rubbing against your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. It’s easy to just laugh off his spontaneous cat-like affections, and even easier to succumb to the licking and nipping without much thought 😘

It’s rather late one night when he’s coming home, and while he always aware of each pulse that should normally be around, there’s definitely a new one… He probably thinks it’s a rat that got in the wall or something at first! Now on the hunt and prowling around, he’s a tad confused when he’s led to your sleeping form in the bed. Just as his nose never lies, neither does his hearing! He’s not dumb, he knew exactly what it meant as soon as he made it to the bed.

Eh, honestly he’s probably more surprised it hasn’t happened sooner 😅 He’s probably wildly inconsistent with protection, definitely has a breeding kink anyway, and has probably taken the condom off without you even noticing before… Even so, he still definitely didn’t plan it! Well- probably.

Still flopped over you with a big ol arm over your waist and nuzzling into your neck, he’s probably purring way more than you’ve ever heard him purr before. Enough to wake you up at 4 in the morning! You’ll have to lift his big ol head from your chest to get his attention, and he’ll just outright tell you! He’s one of the best trackers in the world, so there’s no reason to doubt him… that and it’s not every occasion that you’ll see him kneading happily at the blankets!

Ah- maybe he has done… questionable things, both when it comes to family and not-family… But, really, there's no need to worry! This hellcat is quite fond of kids, so while you may be a little anxious over the sudden news, Victor is unfazed enough for the both of you! Besides, he’s more than capable of keeping both you and a kid safe, and he’s had plenty of challenges in his 200+ years, surely he can handle raising a kid. Plus, he has a kid or two out there that he didn’t raise himself, so he’s probably pretty excited about this one ;3 But he does kinda hope he passes down his mutation…

The only downside as far as behavior goes is he’s now ultra protective and nosey (not that you could ever hide anything from him anyway), and now he’s dragging home tons of trinkets and jewelry and blankets and maybe even an entire turkey one time 😅

[anticidic]

aspiring astronomer/astronomy student!Dazai and barista!Chuuya.

Dazai having a special journal he paid extra to have customized and the little lock attached is in the shape of a star, and it's colored navy, purple, and black all swirly like galaxies and it's covered in stickers worn from him carrying it around with him every he goes, to class or not.

Planetarium dates. Dazai nerding out and pointing out to Chuuya every constellation whether he wants/cares to know or not. They find a standing telescope just outside on the top floor and use it to stargaze. Chuuya's so busy looking through the lens until he gets jumpscared when Dazai's eyes suddenly come into view because Dazai's on the other side of the telescope with his face against it. It's not funny (it is, Dazai looks like a bug under a microscope)

Dazai studying at the coffee shop Chuuya works at, and sometimes Chuuya is the one stealing glances at him and seeing Dazai's table in a state of total disarray, strewn with open notebooks, textbooks, his laptop, a half-finished mug of coffee and a pastry he put off to the side and forgot about. He's the embodiment of chaos even down to the things he orders. There is no "usual" with Dazai, whether it's to keep Chuuya on his toes or not. Dazai asks for the usual, and it's a trick question because there isn't something he orders enough that Chuuya can consider a usual, and Dazai just lightly chides him for not knowing him well enough by now after all the money he spends there.

Something about stargazing in the parks late at night with a blanket out on the ground for them to sit on in the middle of autumn as the temperature continues to fall hits different. Dazai absolutely can't stand the cold, and he's rocking back and forth cradling his thermos of hot coffee that Chuuya made for him, his breath coming out in tiny, white puffs and his teeth chattering as he keeps pointing to the stars above them. Chuuya's rolling his eyes and throwing blankets at Dazai every time he complains about it being too cold.

They're giving old Owl City vibes, specifically To The Sky

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 267

bit of a spiritual sequel to my first autobiographical comic on this blog

we did it lads we r coming full circle lol

this is easily the worst period i have had in a while but it is also THE LAST ONE I AM EVER GOING TO HAVE as my hysterectomy is in less than 2 weeks!! it's certainly keeping me motivated to stay excited for my surgery date instead of panicking.

[theposhperyton]

(I'm not caught up to the anime yet, but I'm a firm believer that there's no wrong time to rewatch Water 7)

Rewatching Water 7 with @bluegreeblin has led to some moments in time, to be sure

[remedyturtles]

[ivegoneawayinsidemyhead]

9-1-1 : Safe Place

AO3

[crownedinmarigolds]

On Facebook the friends I once had in high school that grew into Republicans (unfriended fast because it makes my argumentative side flare up) are sharing pictures of JD Vance's daughter with band-aids on her fingers and just cooing and awwing at the fact there are sweet little kids in the White House again and it's all I can do just to sit there and seethe at them. Girl, your husband is literally an immigrant from Italy...... is your family actually safe? Or are you confident he's the correct kind of immigrant? But nah, the aesthetic of the party is the most important part, isn't it?

[bigmammallama5]

I got a lot of lovely work back from last weekend’s soda firing!! Very pleased with the results, and they should look even better after clean up!

[backtothefanfiction]

Nothing Hits Quite Like That First Kiss | Joel Miller x Reader Imagine

Summary: Tensions are about to burst and it’s all because of a splinter.

Word Count: 842

Warnings: some tension, some teasing, a little bit of heavy petting, hurt comfort

A/N: Just a quick little Joel blurb. Realised I hadn’t really given P some proper love lately over here so here’s just a little Joel piece. I haven’t written for Joel before but I hope you like. Also, apologies for the cock block, I could have written smut but it’s late and I wanted to leave something to the imagination.

“Ow, ow, ow!” You sneered.

��Would you just hold still. I’ve almost got it.” He chastised you as he squeezed at the splinter, trying to push it back towards the surface.

“Ouch Joel that hurts!”

“Well if you just held still.”

“I know, let me put a splinter in your finger and see if you like it.” You hissed. “Ouch!”

With one quick pull Joel had yanked the tiny piece of wood out of your finger. You began to whine but he quickly popped your finger into his mouth, sucking on it slightly drawing blood to make sure he’d got all of the splinter and dirt out. Your eyes quickly blew wide in shock before a sudden feeling of wetness between your legs had you looking away in an attempt to hide your sudden arousal.

“I saw that.” He muttered as he dropped your hand and you shifted in your seat on top of the old raggedy kitchen counter sheepishly, your hand quickly tucking under your thighs as he began to step away from you. “Uh uh.” He said chastising you again. He quickly rummaged in a small first aid kit for a wipe and a bandaid before doubling back to you, his hand outstretched for yours.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled your hand back out from under your leg, holding it out to him. Your lips pursed as he wiped the alcohol wipe over the finger. Once your finger had dried, you then watched him intensely as he wrapped the bandaid around your finger.

“There you go, all better.” He said before letting your hand fall and going to place the rubbish in a bin in the corner of the kitchen. “Such a good girl.” He teased as he looked back up at you.

You shook your head as you hopped down off the counter, irritated with how his words incited a physical reaction in you. He had become insufferable. Ever since he first realised you had a little crush on him he had been playing up to it like mad and it was driving you crazy, especially seeing as he wasn’t actually gonna do anything about it.

“You know what Joel, fuck you.” You said as you stormed passed him, your shoulder hitting his as you went.

“Oh come on honey, it was a joke. A JOKE!” He repeated himself.

“Well I don’t find it funny!” You said back to him.

“Honey, honey, please.” He said, trying to reason with you. You had been living with each other at the QZ for a couple months now, his was the only place with a spare room when you arrived. He hadn’t been too happy with being told he had to share the place, but ever since Tommy had left he had to admit shit had gone downhill for him, He hadn’t been sleeping, his mind spiraling and then there was you, like a breath of fresh air.

“What? What Joel? What could you possibly have to say? I get it, I do. It’s funny to you. You think it’s cabin fever or a younger girl’s infatuation like a teenager crushing on her teacher and MAYBE-“ you said stressing the syllables of the word, “but I can’t help it! And it certainly doesn’t help when you make jokes about it okay or tease me just because it amuses you. I’m sorry Joel, okay? I’m so-“

His long strides brought him across the room before you could even process it, his hands flying up to either side of your face as he pulled your lips to his, smashing them forcefully together. You quickly sighed against him, the rest of your words and irritation being neutralized by his soft touch.

When he pulled himself back to gage your reaction your face was a look of shock.

“You just kissed me.” Your words came out breathless.

“Yeah.” He said gruffly, quietly agreeing.

You searched his eyes before leaning back in for more, this time your lips more hungry as you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply through your nose as you tried to take all of him in, his scent dizzying. He tilted your jaw open wider, his tongue reaching out to taste you. Your breaths grew shallow as you tried to keep up with his own hunger, his arms snaking around you, lifting your body from the floor. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

He laid you back down on the old raggedy covers as he came to sit himself between your legs, his arms quickly fighting to rid himself of his flannel, tossing it across the room as his lips continued their onslaught on your own.

“Joel.” You moaned against his lips, your hands reaching up for either side of his face.

“It’s okay honey.” He said as his hand reached for your own, placing the finger with the band aid to his lips, giving it a little kiss, “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

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2024 Brazilian GP | 📸 by Vince Mignott

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