#justtt to be safe..

[entitybear]

Messy comic & infographics to introduce a species that resides in Tedious Lapin, Oasis ❤️

[casually-salad]

How long did she spend wandering those halls, aimlessly hopping from dream to dream, why did she have to see this? Is... Is ponykind riding the cusp of extinction? She has to continue her hunt, she needs to get rid of the infected. every, last, one.

[maxthesillyy]

i think my biggest issue with ppl who proclaim their love for warren is far more than whatever minuscule love they have for chloe— is how quickly that snowballs into a conversation about how chloe is “toxic and annoying” and how they sacrificed chloe JUST for warren

[peaches-and-creamm]

𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭? 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶!

saw this and it made me go bonkers dude 😩 go read all of abi's stuff, she's easily one of my favorite content creators out there for sure!

wc: 2.6k

warnings: fem!dom, sub!yuta, pegging, lots of cum, whiny whiny yuta, pet names (giving), good boy, pretty boy, baby. yuta lets mommy slip once, overstim(male receiving), dacryphilia, praise and dumbification

use of the color system: green = go, yellow = slow (no use of red!)

not proofread!

🗡CHARACTERS OF AGE/AGED UP

He always had a hard time relieving stress, being the one to possibly have to replace his mentor takes a toll on a guy.

Yuta's safe place had always been in your arms, and each time he'd finally take a break from practice he would almost instantly reach for his phone, checking if there was a new text from you.

Every time he saw your name pop up on his screen, he'd smile- no matter how tired he felt.

The little heart by your name is a gentle reminder he was yours, and you his. You always were able to brighten his mood- but now? Now he could barely think of anything else besides how the sheets looked under him- how suddenly shaky his legs felt as he sat on his hands and knees, his naked rear up in the air.

You were gently caressing his back, successfully running shivers down his spine every time your nails scratched his soft skin.

"Doin' so good for me, yuta." You complemented into his ear, your voice low. A bite was given to his earlobe, gently tugging the skin between your teeth before the sensation was quick to vanish- leaving him wanting more.

He no longer felt the heat of your bare chest pressed against his back, but instead you began to beckon him to look at you.

Hesitantly, he turned his head around- his dark blue eyes staring into your own. He gulped, watching with eyes wide as you adjusted the strap that situated itself on your hips, letting out a shaky breath as he saw the length of the purple object.

He shut his eyes tightly and turned away, squeezing the sheets beneath his fists tighter.

"Hey, baby.. don't be so tense, okay?" Your gentle touch on his back made him jump slightly, his gaze moving from the pillow by his head to your face, some of his tension in his body releasing at how you rubbed at his back slowly.

"S-sorry...just.." He took a deep breath, moving off of his hands and knees to sit- looking at you while his hands gripped tightly at the blanket.

"No, no. Don't say sorry.." You reached up to his cheek, melting at how he instantly leaned into your touch. He visibly relaxed at how you caressed him lovingly, even bringing his own hand to rest against your own.

"sorry..." He meekly whispered, tilting his head to the side to place a gentle soft kiss against the palm of your hand, holding your hand close to him as he softly kissed at it.

"Color?" You smiled to him softly, your tone sweet and gentle as you made sure what the two of you were doing was okay.

"uhmm....yellow..?" He shrugged, not sounding very confident considering how shaky the word came out.

"can the pretty boy turn back around f' me?" You question with an eyebrow raised, your voice still soft and steady as you read his expression- making sure everything was good still.

He slowly nodded his head, gulping as he crawled back onto his hands and knees, opting to hide his face in the pillows.

"Shh, shh baby- relax okay?" You shushed him, one hand rubbing at his hip while the other slowly rubbed the lube on the outside of his hole. He shivered when what he assumed was your thumb began to rub slow circles against him.

He tried to steady his breathing, insead focusing on how your hand caressed his hip and side.

"Good boy, breathe justtt like that.." You comforted him, your hand slowly moving from his hip to push gently at his back. He followed your movements, allowing you to push his chest further into the bed.

He whimpered slightly as he felt your finger slowly enter him, shivering as you slowly stretched him out with just one finger.

All sorts of praises slipped from your lips, your other hand reached around his middle to caress at his neglected cock. He whimpered as your hand gently grazed his messy cockhead.

"So wet, yu....haven't even touched you that much yet..." You watched as he let out a loud whimper when another finger slipped into his heavily lubed ass.

"I....um....like it-" he mumbled out, his voice weak and wobbly.

"What's your color, pretty boy~?" You purred into his ear, your fingers slowly stretching him out- drawing a long whine from him.

"gr-greeen.." His breath got caught in his throat as you spread your fingers wider inside of him, the feeling new to him but certainly not unwelcome.

He let out a sad grumble when you removed your fingers, a small pout forming on his face.

"why'd you stop..?" He asked quietly, turning his head to the side, his cheek now pressing into the pillow so he could get a look at your face, the look was kind yet mischievous.

"cuz' i’m gonna put it in now, mkay?" You rubbed the small of his back, pushing on it so his chest was fully against the bed- causing him to have an arch that was mouth watering to look at.

"okay..." His voice was quiet, muffled by the fact he had turned his head back into the pillow, burying his face into the scent of you.

He squeaked when he felt the head of the strap on push against his hole, his breathing unsteady and mouth running dry as his eyes watered from the new sensation.

"Keep breathing, pretty boy, doin 's good for me...." You held his hips, rubbing slow, comforting circles into his skin.

He didn't say anything, but you saw how he nodded against the pillow. You reached one of your hands to his own and he instantly grabbed at it, letting you pull his hand behind his back so you could hold it.

"you're so pretty like this, yuta..." You softly complemented, stilling for a moment when he tensed up. The hand that held him squeezed it comfortingly a few times, and only when his grip loosened on your hand did you begin to push into him again.

"holy-" He swore quietly into the pillow, his mouth open as he took deep breaths.

"takin' me so well...almost fully in, okay?" You leaned down to place a soft kiss against his spine, making him shiver. He let out a surprised noise when he felt your hips meet his own.

"tell me when I can move, okay pretty boy?" You gave his hand another reassuring squeeze, letting go of his hand when he tried to move it back to squeeze at the fabric of the pillow his head was on.

After a few moments, instead of speaking- Yuta wiggled his hips side to side, letting out a low groan at the feeling.

"move, please...." He panted out breathlessly, instantly letting out a loud high pitched moan when you pulled out of him almost all the way, leaving just a few inches inside of him.

Right when he was about to tell you to move again, you did a slow, deep thrust into him. You took his loud cry as encouragement to continue snapping your hips against his, your hands gripping on his hips and leading him back into the silicone cock.

Each time your hips met his thoughts seemed to be slipping further and further- the only thing he knew was that it felt good, like, way better than he even began to think of.

"So pretty like this-" You complimented him between thrusts, eyes watching carefully as one of his hands slithered under him.

His hand barely grazing his abandoned cock was enough to let a loud broken whine pass his lips. He fisted the sheets tighter as his fingers barely touched the wet head of his swollen, red cock.

If you looked hard enough- well, looked at all really, you'd be able to see how his precum pooled out of his tip and leaked onto the blankets below him.

You stopped, and almost the second you did the whine he let out from the sudden loss of contact was flat out pornographic.

"yu, baby? Can you turn around for me, pretty boy?" You pulled out of him with a soft 'pop!' and he pushed himself off the bed, cringing at how his fluids covered the bed- frowning at how the lower half of his stomach was wet- had he really been enjoying it that much?

You watched as he wiggled to lay on his back, arching upwards so his own precum that was on the sheets wouldn't touch his skin.

"Spread for me, my pretty boy.." You positioned yourself between his thighs, grabbing one of his legs to lift it up towards his chest.

"Can you hold this f'me?" You smiled when you saw him nod and shakily bring his hand up to grab at the underside of his knee, holding it up while you re-positioned the fake cock to his hole.

"wait- n-no don't!" He whined out as you quickly bottomed out inside of him, his free hand moved to slap itself over his mouth- muffling the obscene noises that passed his lips as your hips met.

The second your hand reached his cock your hand was easily able to twist up and down it slowly- having plenty of wet to work with.

"m'gonna....I don't want to already-" He whimpered out- his breathing shallow as he shut his eyes tightly, the hand over his mouth pushed down further to where you were unable to understand anymore.

"Awe don't hold back handsome...." You slowed down your hand but kept up the same pace while thrusting in and out of him.

You only wish you could feel how he clenched around the fake cock slamming in and out of him- but decided the fucked out look on his face was enough for now.

"Yuta, baby- look at me.." You reached the hand that wasn't holding his cock between your hand and grabbed at his wrist, moving it off of his mouth.

With his hand out of the way you could see how he was drooling, the way tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he tried his best to keep them open and looking at you like you'd asked.

"Feel good baby? Gonna cum f'me?" You whispered, your thrusts slowing, but instead you put most of your energy into forming your hand into an 'o' shape and greedily fisting his cock, drawing high pitched pretty whines from his open mouth.

"please- I wanna....please-..." The grip he had on his thigh that held his leg up tightened- the other one trying to grab at you in any way it could.

His larger hand grabbed at your breast, frantically squeezing as his breathing picked up. His hand stopped moving and he threw his head back onto the pillow.

"Does a pretty boy wanna cum?" You asked, watching as his face contorted with pleasure- your hips thrusted faster into his own, your hand moving up and down along his wet cock.

"gonna c-" He couldn't get the words out of his mouth before it was cut off with a loud cry as he came, thick ropes spraying all over your hand and onto your chest, coating your hand that didn't falter its brutal pace.

"w-wait wait stop-" Tears began rolling down his cheeks, eyes trying to focus on how you continued to fist his cock- your thrusts slowing down yet not completely stopping.

"What's your color, pretty boy?" You leaned closer to him, halting your movements while nipping at his ear- successfully sending shivers down his spine once more.

"nono- don't stop, please-" He whined, grabbing at your wrist to try and get you to keep moving.

"color?"

"fuck-" He swore through gritted teeth, hissing as he blinked fat tears out of his eyes.

"Green- please, mommy- nggh~" He couldn't form words anymore- hell, he couldn't even get anything but broken sobs out of his mouth.

"Look so pretty like this, yu....should've let me do this when I asked the first time~" You purred into his ear and all he could do was dumbly nod, his face scrunching up yet again as he gripped harshly at your breast.

You nibbled and kissed under his jaw, pulling out of him while continuing to jerk him off, the wet sounds filling the room while you used his own cum as lube as a means to overstimulate him.

"nuh uh- m' not-" He shook his head from side to side, his mouth open as he tried taking breaths to steady himself.

"say you are n' i'll let you cum again-" Almost the second you whispered into his ear he started sputtering all sorts of praises- for you, and for himself in hopes of you making him cum again.

"oh- yes, pretty- yes m' prettyyy fuckkk- please~?" He gripped at your wrist in an attempt to get you to move again, and you almost didn't; but the way his body was shaking made you decide that you'd play nice (for now, anyway.)

The second you picked up the pace again it was faster than before, his moans picked up in volume and in how drawn out they were- you could tell he was already close again by the way his back arched further up, ignoring the sticky feeling on his back from where his precum once was.

"gonna cum- please c'n I?" He begged through broken sobs, his hand on your wrist tightening enough to bruise in the morning for sure.

"cum for me pretty boy, please?" You sweetly mewled into his ear, other hand moving to cusp at the base of his cock- squeezing it while you gave extra attention to the sensitive tip, quickly pushing him over the edge yet again.

"fuuck! cumming- m' i'm-" His hips bucked into the air as he came once again, his moans turning into high pitched cries of your name and curses.

Your hand came to a stop- a giggle passed by your lips as you slowly pulled your hand away, thick globs of white and cream coloured cum sticking in-between your fingers.

"did so good, pretty.." You leaned up to him to place a kiss to his temple, the hand not coated in his fluids brushing hairs off of his forehead that was dampened with his sweat.

He just hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes closed as his breathing ever so slowly evened out.

"....thank...s" He managed to whisper out after a few moments of silence, his voice hoarse and shaky from its overuse.

"anytime." You flirtatiously winked at him, drawing a small chuckle out. You kissed his forehead once more before moving away to go clean yourself up- admiring how tired he looked with a fond smile on your face as you left the room.

~BONUS~

"hey, yu?" you called from the bathroom, your boyfriend in the other room only whined quietly out to let you know he was listening.

"I don't think I've heard you swear so much before!" you laugh out, returning with a cup of water and a wet rag to clean him up with.

"It felt good! What was I supposed to do? say "oh great heavens!" " He laughed loudly, tiredly smiling at you as you swatted his hand that tried grabbing the wet rag from your own.

"you're ridiculous sometimes." you shook your head with a small chuckle, quickly returning the whispered "you love me though!" with an

"until I rot."

M.LIST♥

[rayroseu]

that tetekore merch but its briar nation (part 2) + in honor of book 7.5 releasing on EN 😭✨

My favorite part about this chapter except for Silver's dream is this moment between Baul and Lilia... 😭✨ Their conversation at the tunnel really increased the tension of the anxiety Lilia felt,,,, I also like they didn't put the Dream Trio in the convo because this moment symbolizes an actual moment that Lilia experienced in his life (it doesnt relate to them in contrast to the previous chapters),, this is not just some moment in this dreamworld that he needs to wake up from, its a real conversation from Lilia's past that we're hearing😭✨✨

Also a really nice moment to showcase Baul's character... 😭 This scene occured before Silver's dream because its a parallel to that scene of Sebek trying to get Silver out of the darkness (to realize that Lilia genuinely loves him), just like how Baul is preventing Lilia from sacrificing himself to help Maleanor (because Malleus needs his protection and Maleanor trusted him so)😭

Zigvolts often have this reputation that "theyre absurd" but inside theyre more simplistic in values 😭 I love how their loud voice is presented well when they become the voice of reason-- 🥲✨💚

This is making think of a situation where Baul and Lilia were (present) Malleus' knights instead , I think he would dream the same dream that Malleus wanted for Lilia, where everything is the same but theres no one dying, he's still a proud soldier under General Lilia, Maleanor and Levan are alive and safe and Malleus finally hatch without being in danger and he didnt have to see Lilia getting exiled because of the Senates and didnt have to experience Maleanor's death*, just like how Sebek's dream was just Diaosmnia living normally but Lilia isn't dying 🥲✨✨✨

(*Baul was the first to announce it which makes me thunk of this hc where he sometimes regret not taking Gen.Lilia's suggestion to go back then perhaps they could've rescued Maleanor albeit its a tiny chance 😭)

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW DESPERATE LILIA SOUNDED AT THIS SCENE 💔💔💔😭😭 and his long pause to compose himself before putting on the mask??? YOU CANT UNCONVINCE ME HE WASNT CRYING UNDER THAT MASK HE TRULY DIDNT WANT TO LOSE MALEANOR ON TOP OF ALREADY LOSING LEVAN AJFJARHW justtt LILIAAAAA😭😭😭✨✨🫂🫂🫂

I JUST APPRECAITE HOW NICELY FORESHADOWED THE SCENES WERE IN LILIAS DREAM like i kinda complain about the concepts being presneted KINDAAA but the sequence of Diasomnia dreams were nicely transitioned and probably tells how closely knit the Diasomnia characters are, even including the side charas like Maleanor and Baul😭✨✨

[navigatebetweenthelines]

Because a lot of you seem to be conflating intelligence to mean a single thing im going to spell it out for you

DAZAI!

quick on his feet. He reads body language pretty well. he knows what to expect. His disadvantage is that he tends to project his own expectations onto others and this clouds his judgement. He is "intelligent" in the way that he has a great capacity to improvise in tricky situations. He doesn't know everything he just always makes sure to have a plan B C D E F and G. Thats it

RANPO!

he knows all the facts about any given situation. His biggest disadvantages are that his judgement is shoddy at best and he doesn't always know what to do with the information he has. He is used to disregarding information for the sake of peace (like dazai is a killer, or kyoka is a killer or yosano tortured thousands) but that often means he ends up too close to the wrong people. He forgives EVERYONE because for as much as he sees the bad in a person he sees the good. He will always plan for the opposing team to do the right thing even when it isnt likely. He is unreliable and inconsistent. The good thing about him is that as soon as he realizes his mistake he never makes it again.

POE!

JUSTTT as smart as Ranpo. He can GATHER as much information as Ranpo but it takes more effort. He has a lot of resources and technical know how. He knows technology, he knows politics, international law and most importantly people (arguably more than Dazai). His biggest advantage is that he knows exactly how to pressure people into doing what he wants. His mysteries are tailormade to each person and created so that people can only escape when they realize what he wants them to. It is becuase of this that he saw society as a farce. He knows reality and truth are malleable concepts. That's why Ranpo and him are such a good team. Ranpo can see everything immidiately and Poe knows what to do with it immidiately.

Louisa!!!

She can slow down time when she's focused THAT'S her ability. She is capable of thinking of every possibility and coming up with dependable statistics. She's smarter than Dazai but less of an asset because her analysis relies on what she is aware of (preexisting knowledge). In the world of BSD there is ALWAYS something no one is aware of. She isn't as capable of recovering as quickly from a miscalculation so she really only has one shot.

Chuuya!!!

He doesnt need to use his intelligence most of the time because he can pretty much brute force his way out of most things. His intellegence relies on instinct. He has GREAT instincts. He knows when a situation has gone sour. Of course he doesnt usually verbalize it because with Dazai he doesn't need to and when he's alone why would he announce it to an enemy. He knows when he's safe and when he isn't. His biggest disadvantage is that he doesn't always listen to those instincts. In terms of priorities he almost always puts himself last and that leads to a lot of problems.

NIKOLAI!!!

Nikolai is similar to Chuuya except a bit more extreme because no one's life is his priority. His motivations are unclear and he always goes for the most imoral option. He isn't concerned with a specific desired outcome it is the inconsistency of his own actions that drive him.

FYODOR!!!

Kinda like Poe, in that he knows how to work people, but to a lesser extent and a little like the chameleon that Dazai can be but to a greater extent. He knows what a person wants more than anything and he promises that to them.

His biggest advantage is that he is smart enough to ally himself with people who have nothing else to live for. Sigma, Nikolai, Bram (before Aya), Nathaniel and Fukuchi are all outsiders. They are alone but desperately want to feel like they belong. Fyodors biggest disadvantage is that if those people find belonging elsewhere then his influence on them shatters. He seems to be aware of that? Idk it's too soon to tell.

Mori!!!

He isn't crazy smart. He's just sadistic and cruel. He picks easy targets (children) and slowly takes away their agency. He undoes them until they have nothing to live for and they then become perfectly obedient adults. His biggest disadvantage is that he relies on the chain of abuse and that isn't sustainable as a dynamic for power. Chuuya and Akutagawa have no one above them to preassure them to listen to orders now that Dazai is gone. Also the extreme amounts of abuse he relies on is impossible to ditch out to EVERYONE. That's why he relied on the chain of abuse but that's failing. Mori isn't smart. He's a coward. He takes the shortest path no matter the resistance.

FUKUCHI!!

isn't smart either. He is just THE BEST chameleon. He hid in plain sight. He knows war and war tactics. He's a great spy and facilitating a strong bond with the target is a great spy strategy.

They are not all the same stop conflating their perspectives as "knows everything". It leads to a lot of misunderstandings and a lot of misinformation. DAZAI IS NOT RANPO! He doesnt know everything. He's just really good at pretending he does.

[maximotts]

PH question! What if the reader had a baby or even twins and the reader finally decided to introduce them to Wanda & Nat. How would they react? For some reason I feel like the baby(ies) would have Nat wrapped around their pinky fingers that first day.

Oooo so I feel like I've talked about the mob wives with babies before, but it was a really long time ago? Long story short, Wanda and Nat are both lowkey suckers for babies/kids. They're extremely protective over them because of the terrible childhoods they both endured and the nasty environments they grew up in so they do A Lot to be kind to the little humans of the world.

I have a Christmas fic draft on this kind of topic I've been working on for two years now so we'll just put a cute lil pin on the Mob Wives Child Lore™️

When faced with any child in their care, one of two things happen:

1) Natasha gets to them first and just... Holds Them. That kid would never be more safe than when they're in Nat's arms. Everyone knows not to comment when they see her walk into a meeting with a tiny baby strapped to her chest in a carrier because no, of course she'd not going to let them out of her sight for even a moment, shady business deals or not. She'd still appear stoic about having to watch a baby to most people, but if you catch her at justtt the right moment, you'd get to see Nat coo at them and snuggle the little nugget. Surprisingly, she's also a really big fan of sniffing the baby's head, but if anyone asks her, she'll deny it HARD.

2) Wanda gets to the child first and when anyone sees her again, the baby has a whole room (or rooms) filled with anything they could possibly need and more. Doesn't matter if she's only watching them for a few hours, she's buying at least 20 outfits, who knows how many toys, and countless stuffed animals. She'd spend the entire time playing with that baby sooo sweetly; when it's time for them to nap, Wanda's rocking them to sleep in the rocking chair she's just purchased and even if she doesn't fall asleep, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to put the baby down.

Both of them would be terrible at doing the whole "let the baby cry for a bit to give them a chance to self-soothe;" they're running the moment they even hear the baby gurgle.

Also, I had to mention who gets to the baby first, because they're 100% fighting over who's doing what with them. They'd be good childminders, but possessive too, especially since they don't see babies often and have to fit in all of their gushy baby cuddles quota on limited time.

[icannot3]

"The Ice Cream Massacre"

(Peter Maximoff x reader)

Today, I got my wisdom teeth removed, so this is a bit of a self insert based on what happened lmaoo. But the idea came to me and I figured, why not have someone else also laugh at my actions? LMAOO hope you enjoy it. Hopefully, I'm not still too high and can actually write coherently :').

1.1k words

This is honestly really fluffy, no warnings unless the idea of getting your wisdom teeth taken out makes you squeamish!

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Peter rarely would ever drive, not with his ability to run anywhere at any given moment. But today, he'd found it to be something he needed to do. When you'd asked him to take you to get your wisdom teeth removed, he figured you knew about the fact that he would have little to no mercy when it came to photographing the moment. He considered capturing the experience a boyfriendly, no- a civic duty. He himself had never had them removed, nor did his sisters. This was just an entirely taboo experience for the both of you. But what he did know was the fact that this was going to be absolutely hilarious. That being said, he'd been looking forward to this particular moment for a while.

You were lucid and hardly able to sit in the car. He couldn't help but notice you were also unable to control your face, jaw gaped open and stuffed with gauze. Despite the roughness of your exterior, he still found your disheveled state all the more endearing. He closed the door behind you after making sure you were safely fastened in before entering the driver's side. The nurse that had wheeled you out was laughing. She was quick to inform him about a few of the comments you'd made in your high state of mind that had left she and the orthodontist in hysterics during the operation. This was perfect.

He looked over, and you were touching your chin as if you were confused it was there. Clearly distraught, your hand then went to caress the rest of your now rather ample cheek. "Peter, I can't v'eel my v'ace." Your words were almost incoherently slurred as you were unable to tongue certain syllables. You turn towards him and look over, eyes creased with concern. He'd already lost it.

"Babe, trust, it's still there." He was laughing whilst shaking his head, fully excited now for what he was getting into. He was careful to bring his finger to your cheek, gently squishing the inflamed area. "See? Right here." You shook your head in disbelief. "I don't f'ink so." He pulled down his car mirror, allowing you to examine yourself in disbelief. "My head is so big." You were touching your lips that were way beyond numb, unable to register the sensation beyond your fingertips.

"Peter, I want a frostie." The statement reminded him of what the nurse had said to him prior. She'd explained that you'd been talking about how badly you wanted to go to Wendy's for some ice cream. You were rather insistent and apparently repeated your desire for it a multitude of times. He switched the car into drive, obeying her wishes. "I can do that for ya', sweetie." You were smiling to the best of your abilities, but the swolleness of your cheeks made it look more like a joyous grimace if anything.

"I feel wonderful. I get why people smoke weed now. This is justtt- great!" You went on extatically, "they can pull another one of my teeth any day if they promise to do that." You were giggling, enjoying riding out this perfectly legal high. His jaw dropped, running his free hand across his forehead and through his hair. Not in annoyance, but rather shock over your boldness on the anesthetic. He hadn't stopped laughing since you entered the car and it was only getting louder with each small remark you made. "Kinda wish I had mine pulled now so I'd know how it feels." He spoke, eyeing you up in your blissfully unaware state.

"Yeah, you're missin' out, man." You stretched your arms out as if to exemplify the large amounts of happiness you were feeling. What would he do with you? Well, love you, of course. Finally, the two of you pulled into the Wendy's Drive through. It was still breakfast time because you were one of the first operations of the day.

"Can I please get a large Vanilla Frostie?" He spoke into the microphone, a hand squeezing your thigh playfully to respond to the small excited squeal you'd made in response. "I'm sorry, sir, we don't sell those until lunch." The service worker had singlehandedly crushed your dreams with just one statement. Peter looked over at you, frozen with a face of displeasure. Pulling out of the drive-through, he went into the parking lot to discuss another game plan.

But you didn't want another game plan. As a matter of fact, you were so set on your own craving that the sudden denial had you in tears. In any other state of mind, you wouldn't have taken this loss so hard. But this Frostie had felt like your lifeline, the excitement of the hour. You were left in complete, unfixable, distraught. In seconds, you were sobbing with despair. Peter panicked, unsure how to console your clearly shaken state. He rubbed your back, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. Acting fast, in the corner of his eyes, he saw a McDonald's restaurant. They sold ice cream, right? All hope towards pleasing his lady was restored. He turned his car quickly into the other drive-through. You'd surprisingly registered what was happening enough to calm down, finding contempt in more than just Wendy's ice cream. He rolled down his window, "Can I please get a plain vanilla sunday?"

And guess what was fucking broken? The ice cream machine, of course. Mcdonalds should have never even been a thought or suggestion when it comes to their ice cream machines known reliability. Peter had done a lot of stupid things in his life, but this felt like the absolute cap sealing it all, especially his unrelenting foolishness. Once again, you were in hysterics because the small town the two of you were in just so happened to only have a choice of three restaurants to choose from. Defeated, he had no choice but to take you home. When he did, he quickly ran to the nearest grocery store and opted to grab you ice cream in a tub instead. But even that was fruitless because the moment your head hit the pillow you were gone in a deep, drug-induced, comatose sleep that any reasonable force of nature wouldn't dare disturb.

It was that moment he realized he'd not yet taken a photo. Quickly, he grabbed his small Polaroid camera. A loud click followed underneath the pressure of his trigger finger. He watched the photo as it developed. It was a beautiful sight, truly. There you were, spread out across his bead, mouth wide open and drooling as if the other stresses of the day meant nothing. He just couldn't wait to remind you of it all once you awoke.

[wosohermosoo]

JUST FRIENDS.

Joseph Quinn X Female Reader

Warnings: Drug use/smoking, sexual tension, fluff/kissing, light petting

You are the girl he told her not to worry about

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Joe had recently “broken up” with a fling he had been having over the course of a few months, the both of them deciding to go their separate ways after a miscommunication over what you and him were to each other. Despite you distancing yourself from him out of respect, the girl he was seeing felt extremely uncomfortable by your friendship, although the both of you had made it clear that you were just friends.

You and Joe had been close for a while now, both extremely in denial of the obvious attraction you both had for each other. The patent flirting, masked by playful banter didn’t go a miss amongst your friends and the pair of you were completely inseparable.

Joe had invited you over to smoke after an evening out with mutual friends, the first evening out together since you had tried to distance yourself. Getting high together was an recreational activity that the both of you participated in regularly, but you hadn’t done so in a few months because of the situation you were in.

~

You make your way from Joe’s open-planned kitchen to the living room with the necks of two glasses of red wine coiled in your fingers. You were in the dress you had worn out to dinner, him in a casual shirt, the buttons slightly undone. He watches your every move as he’s sat on the couch sliding his tongue across the rolling paper before perfecting the neatly rolled joint.

“Thank you” He smiles, taking out a lighter from his shirt pocket as you place his glass down on the coffee table. You sit yourself down beside him on the couch, taking a sip of wine before placing it on the table as you watch his cheeks hollow as he inhales deeply. He passes you the joint and you do the exact same, watching him watch you with a small, calm smile on his face. You exhale, smoke clouding above the both of you, before lifting your feet up onto the couch, resting your knees lightly against his thighs. You were sat extremely close to each other, but a comfortable close. You stay in silence for a while passing back and forth the joint.

~

“Did you end up speaking to her?” You ask.

“Mhmm” Joe tilts his head towards you and hums in agreement, delicately taking the joint from your lips.

Although you thought the way his love interest had handled the situation was slightly dramatic, you were still considerate of her feelings.

“What did she say?”

You watch Joes cheeks hollow again as he frowns in a disagreeing manner, “She said-” , he exhales,

“-that im a liar, and that she cant be around me knowing that she’s second best” He explains, his hands flailing lightly, “which she wasn’t. At all.”

“I feel like I’ve fucked up your relationship and I’m sorry, I did try to distance myself but-” You’re cut off by Joe passing you back the joint.

“I know. Its over now anyway, its fine” He states with a small understanding nod, before reaching over to the coffee table to pick up his glass. “How have you been anyway?” He sits back with a small, exhausted grunt.

“I’ve been okay” You shrug.

“Just okay?” Joe raises a brow, focussing on his glass. The teasing cheeky smirk that you were extremely familiar with laced his lips as he runs his finger along the rim of his glass before his eyes meet yours.

“Ive been alright” You giggle before taking another hit from the joint. You had missed being around Joe. He made you feel so safe and holding yourself back from popping round to his apartment daily to gossip about work, friends and life in general was really quite hard. You had missed your best friend.

“Justtt.. alright?” Joe grins at you, as he takes the joint from your lips again, watching you exhale, his tongue swiping his upper lip as he waits for you to speak. He places the arm closest to you over the back of the couch, his wine glass safely secured and rested in his hand behind your head.

“Ive missed being your friend, if thats what you’re asking” You admit, dramatically rolling your eyes as he passes back the joint.

“Well!” Joe flails his hand in the air with a playful sigh “It was a bit shit wasn’t it” He chuckles, snatching the joint from your lips again.

“Stop doing that!” You huff, attempting to take the joint back from his hands as he holds his arm out further from you, your legs subconsciously extending out over his thighs as you pathetically attempt to snatch it back, his other arm lifting off of the back of the couch slightly to stop his wine from spilling. He giggles, inhaling deeply as you try to grab it from his lips. “Do you know how annoying that is?” You chuckle as you watch his menacing face hog the doobie.

“God, you’re so easy to wind up” He laughs, leaning closer to you to place the joint between your lips, you bring up your hand to take it from him.

“Nuh-uh” He shakes his head, his brows raised slightly as he edges it away from you. His lips part in concentration as he places it back between your lips watching you take a long deep exhale, before he takes it slowly back away, his fingers hovering just a centimetre away from your lips as you purposely exhale the smoke into his face. He squints his eyes slightly as his hand slumps down in playful annoyance. He lets out a lazy chuckle as you giggle, his head tilting to rest on his arm that was extended on the couch as he waits for the inconvenient cloud of smoke that was separating the two of you to rise.

“You’re annoying” He says with a smile, scanning your features.

“You’re.. annoying-er” You frown, watching Joes face light up in amusement before pursing his lips together, obviously mocking your embarrassing choice of.. word.

“Don’t laugh” You grin.

“Im not!” He holds his hand up in defence, the burning joint held delicately between his thumb and index finger before playfully, but lightly shoving your shoulder “missed you- dawg” he says with a confused frown instantly regretting his choice of words.

“Shut UP!” You shove him back as he erupts into laughter, placing his hand on your thigh as the both of you fall into each other in hysterics. A small noise of amusement chokes out from the back of Joe’s throat as he looks down at his hand on your thigh before he innocently slides it a little higher, his ring and pinky fingertips brushing just slightly under the hem of your dress before he stops, staying careful not to let the joint touch the material. You scan his features, watching him watch himself slowly caress the skin on your thigh.

“You’re annoying” You mimic.

He lifts his head to look back up at you and squints his eyes with a small smile as he leans closer, his lips delicately hovering over your jaw “You’re annoying-er” He states. Your hands subconsciously creep up to his chest, your fingers grazing across his small tuft of chest hair as he lightly places his lips on your skin, leaving a soft lingering kiss. He pulls his face back for a short moment to scan your features, the grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly before he leans in, placing his lips on yours. It takes you a second to realise what on earth is going on before you relax into the kiss, parting your lips slightly to give him encouragement to deepen his actions. Your feel his tongue swipe at your lower lip, making you grin at the sudden bout of confidence he had somehow plucked up, his tongue fighting its way into out mouth and running over yours as he groans out deeply before he pulls away slightly.

“So fucking annoying” He states again, his breath fanning across your skin as his lips graze along your jawline to your neck, where he leaves another soft, but this time completely lustful kiss on your neck. He continues to leave a trail of kisses as your hand slides up further to the base of his neck, moving smoothly round to run your fingers through his hair. You feel his hand leave your leg, trailing up your clothed torso to gently squeeze your covered breast before sliding back down and resting roughly back on your thigh. His lips stop just on your collarbone, contemplating for a short moment before making their way back up, his teeth brushing against your skin as the lustful wetness of his kisses linger around your neck.

He looks up at you, his eyes that were not long ago bright and glistening, now dark and lewd, the whites of them a pale pink, “Just friends, right?”

You nod.

He then leans back, lifting his elbow to take a swig of the red wine that he had somehow not tipped all over you before placing it on the table, butting out the joint in the ashtray with a short gruff.

“Sorry” He winces in embarrassment.

You cant help but smile.

You watch him carefully, legs still flung across his lap as you try not to pay any attention to the obvious bulge in his jeans, you could feel it under your legs.

“For what?” You ask innocently.

Joe raises a brow at you in disbelief.

“For whatever that was…” he motioned between you both.

“Dont be. We’re just friends, right?” Glance at him.

“Right.” He nods in agreement.

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lol lmk if you want a part 2 to this

[simcardiac-arrested]

I am both concerned and worried.

If you have a USB(or any way to just store it for this process, it's easier to do so) and your pc meets the requirements for windows 10 you can download it's installation file from the official Microsoft site. to check for requirements, I suggest looking at your settings as a whole, it's been like........ years since I saw windows 7 settings so I wish you luck bestie if you don't know beforehand

before you install, make sure you have everything you want to keep backed up, justtt in case.

after that's done... just simply run the installer tool, it should simply ask if you want to update your windows if you have windows 7 probably. I really hope it does because I do not know how well or safe it would be to put you in your computer's BIOS.

oh my god what are yuo saying at me

[candled-ig]

OKAY, so, personally, i don't care how my safe foods are cooked, justtt as long as my safe foods only have my safe foods in it. Which, is very little so technically i do care

[graciouslypure]

Assalamualaykum Baby No. 3,

You are 17 weeks now in my uterus, alhamdulillah.

It's the first day of Ramadhan today, and second day of school for Abang Fahim. Abang is in Standard 1 now.

We have just finished reciting juzu' 5, surah AnNisa'.

Yesterday, abang and abang adik were so brave facing their first day of school. Abang paved his way to the school gate by himself and braced his first standard 1 assembly with mathurat. Abang adik started his first day at the preschool alone after 8 months we moved here. Abang and abang adik were marvellous last year adapting to the new environment Allah has put us in for the past few months.

But today,

Abang didnt want to go to school. Mama and Daddy were happy though, abang got up for sahur for the first time today, but he refused showering and had his tantrums. We were supposed to leave the house at 6.30am, so we can reach school by 7.15am. At 7am, we were still at home, mama struggling to prepare abang and abang adik for school. Alhamdulillah abang adik cooperates well this morning.

So when we reached abang's school, it's already 7.55am, super late! But abang has clamed down and he smoothly got down the car and entered the school. Alhamdulillah.

But when we reached abang adik's school, justtt before 8.20 when the gate closes, abang adik cried and cried, and even lie on the floor, refusing to let go mama. After few seconds, he gave in and followed his teacher.

Oh baby number 3.

Today was indeed beautiful.

Now I am waiting for daddy to complete his MRI in a hospital nearby. Last Saturday, daddy represented his workplace for volleyball, and accidentally fall after a slight mis-step. Xray was ok, but 4 doctors suggested MRI. Today marked 4th day Daddy walks on crutches. Baby please make du'a daddy will be ok ya. Daddy made plans to masjid hopping for terawikh this year, but Allah knows best. We had our first terawikh at home last night. With abang and abang adik following now and then. It was lovely.

Baby no. 3,

Did you remember our umroh together?

Mama was in Saudi for an official matter late last year, and managed my first umroh with daddy, abang and abang adik. We hardly knew you were with us, baby. Mama carried abang adik for whole tawaf and saie, and you, baby, are VERY STRONG! Allahuakbar, Mama always wondered how I got to carry abang adik for the whole time, with so many other pilgrims, it was subhanAllah magical!

Baby no. 3,

You are very strong! Masha Allah

When we tested positive with you, mama started being extra careful. Mama used to climb the stairs to reach my office. Sometimes mama climbed 6 levels to class. One normal day, there were spottings. It was asar, and mama was preparing for prayers. Mama cried my heart out, and that night, our case was deemed as threatened miscarriage. You were 6/7 weeks. Alhamdulillah, after scanning, all is well. We had proper test when registering for buku pink, and you are all well alhamdulillah alhamdulillah alhamdulillah.

Baby No. 3,

You are VERY STRONG Masha Allah!

Mama was even tested positive for Covid! Miraculously, abang and abang adik behaved so well, as mama needed to quarantine. It was the best rest after a looonnng time! I slept so well for the whole quarantine period we had!

Ya Allah, this Ramadhan, I pray:

Please heal us all,

Free فلسطين ,

Accept our du'as and ibadah,

Grant us children who are the coolness of our eyes,

Take us in iman and Islam ya Allah.

To my husband,

May Allah cure you, may Allah cure our hearts, may Allah guide us to His Jannah.

To my strong baby no. 3, masha Allah.

All of us await you with glee and hope. Please be safe in sha Allah

[mothergoosinganon]

<he looks down at the text of his mug and sighs 😓>

that really was- just- all wrong, wasnt it? i mean- wheeeeree even areeee my Mother Goose certifications 😅

<she takes a few steps back>

im sorry- i know everything must be just- so overwhelminggg and scaryyy for you right now- and i cant expect you to just trust me, even though i want to keep you safe 😞 but if you could come out for justtt a moment i can give you a map and a protein bar, then you can decide where you want to go from there, ok?

<…he has no idea if this will make anything less scary but hes trying his best 😔>

<an✨Unknown Mother Goose✨ is humming on through the forest nearby ‼️ while on his stroll, hes putting strawberries in a basket with one set of arms and idly stirring a silly straw in a coffee mug with the other>

- @mothergoosinganon

(The little smooth sailor hears the noise and dives for cover, keeping a distance and trying to sneakily watch the other to see who they are. They don’t see any other kids with them… they don’t know if this is stranger danger or not.)

[bottomvalerius]

💋 :^3c

They get two uwu but lots of giggly ones but then frantic kiss me kiss me kiss me vibes 😳👉🏻👈🏻

[luckyredeyes]

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[ihatebnha]

I really like that trope where say, you're just saying average expectations with a monster or even "normal" Bakugou and he notes that you "have high standards" but he looks pleased and proud by this? Like only the best for the best is what he's thinking lol It's cute imo

no but soooooooo true!!!

Bakugo is obvs a gentle and considerate soul when it comes to you, but... nothing, and i mean NOTHING, makes him more smug than thinking about the fact that you picked him.

it literally pleases him beyond belief. normally when he thinks about you, he gets kinda pensive and gentle, but when standards come up? choice...? he starts walking around like a rooster LMFAOOO.

(it's sweet though, how happy it makes him. he teases u for it, but it's really just his way of getting you to say that u love him over and over again.

"ugh, you have such high standards," he says, one arm wrapped around you and keeping you close to his side, the hand on the other picking at a little baby hair that has flown away from your head. he can't take his eyes off of you, untilt his head from where it presses into yours. "justtt couldn't stay away from me, huh?"

you swat at him, but he just laughs. his voice that deep and gruff.

"come on, say it. say u have high standards. that u love me."

you roll your eyes, "love you, kat"

and he nearly purrs.)

and like u said, this is definitely goes for monster!aus too... cuz something about a big dragon, hybrid, mer or naga (+ etc.) bakugo keeping u safe in his nest and picking on u for like "going for the finest in the jungle" (or whatever a monster would say) is so... ajskdjfjkadsk.

he definitely rewards you for it, if u know what i mean *winky wonk*